#a book that loki would smile while catching and turn around to read

[lokisgoodgirl]

Sundress Season [Avenger!Loki x Fem.Reader]

A link to my Masterlist is HERE Summary: You wear a sundress. Loki likes this very much. (w/c 3.3k) Warnings: 18+ Minors DNI. Teasing. Light jealousy. Smut. Language. Semi-public. A/N - Based on my drabble The Sundress.

Chatter sang in the air, ebbing as you padded down the hall from the balcony to the kitchen. It was the hottest day of the year so far, and even sixty floors up, the heat off the New York pavement sizzled. Loki sat at the breakfast bar beneath the air con. You were surprised to see him, considering. ‘One does not partake in social events with an inane acronym' he’d said haughtily, when you had optimistically invited him to the barbecue. “Agent?” he greeted, observing you suspiciously as he was known to do. Like a panther in the bushes.

“Laufeyson.” you replied, before throwing him a secretive wink. It had only been a few weeks since your relationship had become irrevocably unprofessional. The god closed the book he’d been reading flat on the counter, running his keen eyes down your body and back to your face at a snail’s pace.

“What in the Nine are you wearing?”

You pouted, inspecting the folds of your cotton skirt. Loki's gaze followed the smooth of your hand down the light fabric floating around your thighs. Sweet, but slutty. A calculated move. Loki’s face was hard, his stare narrowed. "Oh this?” you postured, an innocent swish of hem flashing the curve of your ass. Loki frowned, seeing the glimmer of lace underwear. “It's a sundress" you shrugged, grabbing a glass and turning towards the sink. You smiled knowingly, feeling him trawl the exposed backs of your knees right down to the strappy sandals. “A sun...dress?” he scoffed. You shrugged again. "It's like you're barely wearing...anything." You jumped as Loki's breath fanned your cheek, his voice smooth as black treacle. "Are you truly trying to drive me mad?" You hadn't even heard him move from the chair. The jolt of your fingers nudged the tap off as Loki's stomach pressed against your back. You could feel the hard heat taut against your spine through the thin fabric as he curled his frame with a low groan. The god's fingertips began to make small circles on the backs of your legs, caressing the bare skin. "I'm not sure how I feel about my lover being on display in such a fashion." he growled, thrusting gently against your ass. "You'd be locked up on Asgard for public indecency." His cock rubbed between your cheeks as your head fell back against his collarbone. The furiously hard length was pinned beneath his jeans, denim catching tortuously against thin folds of cotton. How he always got aroused so quickly, you would never know. Maybe it's like Bruce, you thought as Loki inhaled against your skin. But instead of angry all the time, he's horny. "It's just a dress..." you huffed, feigning annoyance. His fingertips danced beneath the skirts, the light touch making you tingle. Loki chuckled. "You're telling me that these salacious garbs will be a feature of summers in this realm?" His nose nudged a wedge of hair from your temple, before he released a filthy moan in your ear. You nodded, shivering as his palms covered your breasts, giving the exposed cleavage from your skimpy neckline a squeeze.

"Wonderful." he groaned, another growl rasping in your ear as you ground back against his hips. Your eyes fluttered shut as Loki palmed your breasts upward, impatient fingertips pulling at the thin material. “But I must insist that you do so with caution.” He rubbed hard against you, every rough drag making his lust feel even more dangerous. Wandering lips latched to the curve of your shoulder, sucking with a lurid groan as his tongue slid against supple skin. Someone cleared their throat. “Excuse me.” You rolled your eyes. Steve.

“This is a public area. I’m sure we’d all appreciate if you refrain from y’know…it’s unhygienic.” He waved a hand, averting his gaze while his cheeks flushed crimson. In the other, he held a single, huge cob of corn. Loki peeled himself from your back, the remnants of his lurid kiss leaving a trail of saliva on your shoulder. “You can watch if you like, Rogers.” he snarled. You swiftly elbowed him in the stomach. Loki let out an exaggerated oof, smirking as you delivered a serious shake of your head. He drew up to his full height, the tight t-shirt clinging to his torso doing nothing to quell the hot thump between your legs. “Sorry Steve.” you mumbled, feeling your cheeks heat. The captain nodded, awkwardly shuffling back and forth as he tried to recall his business in the kitchen. His eyes fell on the corn in his hand as if seeing it for the first time. “Butter!” Steve gasped, relieved. He looked towards you and Loki, satisfied in the change of subject. “Can’t have a fat, juicy cob without fresh butter dripping down it, huh?” You cast Loki a piercing glance, seeing his bottom lip disappear between his teeth as the oblivious Rogers made his way to the fridge. He was trying, you’d give him that. “I’ll see you outside.” Your words made Loki’s eyebrows nudge upwards. “I told you, I don’t-” There was an edge in his voice as you leant closer, palming his cock through the tight denim. “Shame...I’d have liked you to appreciate this dress a little more. I wore it just for you, but I guess the rest of the guys will have to do.” Without a second glance, you began the walk back to the balcony. The sound of meat sizzling and cans popping grew louder as you padded down the hall, Loki’s footsteps tapping in reluctant succession as he strode to catch up.

“Now hold on just a minute-” he rasped. His fingers curled around the delicate crease of your elbow, swinging you in a semi-circle flush to his chest. For all his strength, his touch never caused pain. Only pleasure. Loki’s breath caught as your breasts swelled against his chest, flesh heaving gently over the cotton neckline. “Yes?” you purred, looking up at him beneath heavy lashes. “Hurry up girl – we miss you!” Wilson shouted, a holler from Bucky accompanying his overtures. They descended into laughter. You smiled, tilting your head. “They miss me.” you pouted, lips twitching in a smile. Loki frowned as you brushed away from him. You made sure to give your skirt as extra swish as the breeze from the open balcony door buffeted by; the burn of Loki’s stare warming any chill from the wind.

The guys had saved your seat, bless 'em. Sam and Bucky reclined in perfect synchronicity, a mirror image with muscled arms spread on the back of the rattan furniture waiting for you to re-join them. Tony had refreshed the wrap-around balcony with a whole new set for the summer, luxurious L-shaped sofas with lush fake grass underfoot. He was currently manning the barbecue, beer in hand while Nat watched him turn chicken. “You gotta leave them on one side to cook through, Stark.” she muttered scathingly, swigging from a bottle. Tony chuckled, the skin around his sunglasses creasing at the edge. “What? Worried Earth’s mightiest heroes are gonna be taken down by a little salmonella? Please.” Nat rolled her eyes, before they landed on Loki lingering suspiciously by the plate glass doors. She patted the space beside her. “Come and sit down, gorgeous.” she hummed towards him, throwing you a wink as he scuffed his feet. Loki glanced to the side, grimacing before catching another glimpse of you sandwiched between your colleagues. “Fine.” he said through a gritted smile. He walked the short distance, reclining gracefully beside Natasha and resting a foot on his knee; a pair of black wayfarers manifesting over his eyes.

“There. Was that so hard?” she cooed, her lips twisting in a smirk as Loki’s t-shirt creased against a deep sigh. Tony spun to the side, tilting his chin to his chest and peering over his sunglasses.

“Oh, hey...I didn’t realise Edward Cullen had deemed us worthy of his company today. Kudos.” he quipped, before turning back to the chicken-related task at hand.

You smiled, curling a strand of hair behind your ear before glancing down. The ol' cleavage was looking pretty damn good if you did say so yourself. A sheen of sunscreen gave your skin an ethereal glimmer, dancing in the light. Behind his sunglasses, you could feel Loki’s fiery gaze trawling your body inch by inch. He loved this. The denial, the jealousy, the drama. You crossed your legs slowly, sweat catching as you slid the hem up your thigh before readjusting the fan of cotton. “I gotta say, that dress does look swell on you.” Bucky said, leaning back for a better view. “You polish up real nice outta combat gear.” he winked. Loki’s fingers tightened on the armrest, a crunch alerting you to the fact that the new rattan furniture was feeling the brunt of his jealousy. A thin sheen of sweat was forming on his forehead. “Thanks.” you smiled sweetly, patting Barnes innocently on the leg. “I had it in the closet from last year so with it being such a beautiful day…” you gestured upwards. Wilson nodded sagely as his eyes darted repeatedly to your chest. A single drop of sweat dripped from your collarbone down your cleavage. Sam cleared his throat. “Should stay like this all week, hope you got a whole stash of those little numbers ready to roll.”

A playful smack of your hand landed on Wilson’s chest, accompanied by a giggle. His bright shirt was splayed open, taut skin perfectly smooth and supple in the afternoon sun. Deep lines appeared on Loki’s brow above the Ray Bans, his eyes undoubtedly narrowed. Wilson chuckled, sipping his beer.

Over rising banter, you watched your lover adjusting his hips; squirming silently as long fingers pinched at his thigh. His pale skin was glowing with moisture, the collar of his t-shirt beginning to tinge with sweat. The heat was a convenient cover, but you knew better. He was horny. Desperately so. And with every sweep of his covetous gaze over your slick body in that war-cry of a dress, he would be growing harder. Loki got off on this; the game of flirtations that would undoubtedly end with him fucking you senseless as he 'claimed you'. It would be passionate, verbose. It always was. Your hungry stare ran over his thighs, drinking in the length of muscle he was furiously trying to keep under control in the face of your insolence. No one had noticed. Yet.

You leant forward, crossing your forearms over a dangling knee. The cotton sundress tightened on your chest, the breeze fluttering around the small section of skirt hanging beneath the edge of the sofa. Loki let out a low growl, biting his lip as he crossed his legs. Nat frowned, before the inevitable question was silenced by Steve’s triumphant arrival. “Budge up.” Rogers ordered through a mouthful of corn, butter smeared across his chin. Loki let out a sigh of exasperation, sliding closer to Natasha with his lips hardened in disgust. The captain nestled himself at the end of the chair, devouring the cob gluttonously while indecent moans filled the air. A blob of butter slid down the side, falling with a silent spat to the thigh of the god’s jeans. Loki looked at the blossoming stain with disbelief as Steve swallowed, letting out a satisfied grunt. “Butter was a good choice.” he congratulated himself. Loki grimaced, sliding the wayfarers into his hair. “Will you desist?!” he spat, making Natasha smirk. “Meats almost ready!” Tony shouted, beginning to hum a tune to defuse the sudden tension. Loki huffed, standing and flicking his hair back. “This is absurd.” he griped, throwing you a burning look before pacing towards the railings at the corner of the building. “What was that about?” Bucky muttered, flinching as a ridiculously large plate of barbecued meats landed on the table with zero finesse. “He’s mad about Steve’s dripping cob.” Tony straightened as he spoke, wiping his hands down an apron. “But if we’re honest, aren’t we all?” He widened his arms in a theatrical shrug as Steve’s face flushed. While light-hearted bickering ensued, you rose, slipping away to the side. The slap of your sandals grew loud in your ears as you drew towards Loki’s back, enjoying the fan on dark curls against his triangular torso. Deep lines of muscle were visible through the t-shirt, clinging to every ridge and valley of his powerful form. You shivered, sliding your hands around his waist and inhaling between his shoulder-blades. “You should know better than to sneak up on a warrior, Agent.” he murmured. Your hand wandered down to the edge of his t-shirt, fingernails grazing his sweat-moistened skin. His stomach was so firm, and yet every curve of muscle relented to your touch like sand. They slid over the waistband of his jeans, down...down. “Tease.” Loki hissed, “I shall not forget this.” He let his head fall back as you began to rub. “I don’t know what you mean.” you quipped innocently, resting your chin between his shoulder-blades. You could feel the heat of his skin through the fabric. In a second, Loki spun off to the side, dragging you with him. The heads of your friends disappeared behind the corner as Loki pulled you around the wrapped balcony into the shade. “You know exactly what you do to me.” he growled, caging you to the wall. “Always.” He let out a deep groan as his fingertips danced beneath the hem of the sundress, riding up his forearms as he burrowed beneath the skirts. They skimmed damp skin, tracing lazy circles as his tongue licked the salt from your neck. Loki's fingertips sank into the curves of your ass, a hot exhale of need flooding your ear. “The way they were looking at you in this flimsy garment...only I am allowed to look at you thus. That is my privilege alone.” he growled darkly, running his nose up your temple. “That’s not how it works here, Loki.” you goaded, gasping as his palms squeezed your cheeks. Hands resting on his waist, you pulled at the t-shirt with a whimper. The god chuckled. “I’m aware of that.” he muttered regretfully. “But old habits die hard.”

There was a light snap as he pinged back your underwear, another groan of desire vibrating from his chest to yours. “Darling…” Loki’s breaths were ragged as your hands began fumbling with the button of his jeans. “Shhh...don’t talk. You have to be quiet.” you warned. The white noise of the team’s wholesome afternoon tinkled around the corner as the god pressed you against the cool side of the building. Street traffic blared sporadically below, hidden from view by the railings. You ran the firm rim of your palm down his shaft, hard and thick beneath the denim. Loki's knees juddered, making obsidian locks swing around your forehead. “That f-fucking dress…” he whimpered gruffly. “It’s so...you look so...unbearably...uhhh-” The syllables of his words faded as he pressed his hips against your body, gyrating into your touch. “I must have you in it. Here.” he whispered. With one swipe, Loki pulled the panties down. They pooled around your sandals, discarded on the artificial grass as he effortlessly raised you in the air. Your legs cinched around his waist, grasping between your bodies before your fingers wrapped around the hot, moist head of his cock. Loki groaned, his eyelids fluttering shut. Long fingers dug into your thighs, hoisting you closer against him. The girth nestled teasingly at your entrance while his lips made love to every inch of accessible skin. “Bruises…” you gasped warily, lost in a haze of bliss as he sucked down hard. “I care not.” came the scathing response, muffled wetly against your shoulder.

“They should know you are spoken for.” he husked, his menacingly sexy bone structure rising to meet your wide-eyed stare. You bucked your hips, trying to capture his cock. The heat pulsing between your legs was unbearable, writhing sweatily against the wall. You could feel new warmth rising in your cheeks. “They do know, they’re just playing with you-” Words evaporated as Loki shook his head with a crafty smirk. “Well, they know not well enough.” he growled, spreading his palms wider as he slid you onto his length. The wide tip breached, a loud gasp from your lips silenced by the cup of his hand. “Shhh...you must be quiet.” he echoed mockingly as your eyes screwed shut with a shameless moan of pleasure. Your hands slid over his shoulders, winding in his hair as he began to thrust. Each pump was desperate, shallow. His quiet goans blew hot in your ear, Loki’s strength holding you steady as he fucked you against the wall. A bead of sweat rolled from his hairline, caressing down the curve of a sharp cheekbone before falling between your bodies. His fingers slid around the curve of your ass, playing teasingly with your back entrance. “Loki-” you gasped, bucking up into him. The metal of Stark Tower bit against your bare skin with every earth-shattering mount; the god’s free hand palming your breast through the thin cotton dress. It felt frantic. And hot as hell. It felt divine. “I want my cum dripping down those pretty thighs of yours.” Loki grunted through gritted teeth. You tugged his hair back, lust-drunk at the sight of his devastating jawline flash as his chin pointed to the cloudless sky. He hissed, the wave of his hips into your core never losing their rhythm. “Far beyond the reach of that delicate garment. That so called sun-dress…a mess of my m-mark for all to see.” he rasped, baring his teeth while his knees began to buckle. “I would have every one of them know that you have been claimed, my seed smeared against that beautiful skin- uhh-g-gods…”

Waves of climax began to crest in your belly, the unbearable tug of his pubic mound against your clit with every clench of his ass. Your fingers slid inside the empty belt loops of his splayed jeans, pulling him closer as you breathed his name on repeat. Loki’s hands gripped the skirts of your skimpy dress, gathering the cotton in clutches as he bottomed out with a shaking moan. “Norns tha-that dress…” Shameless adoration smouldered in his eyes, a sea of blue and green masked by dilated darkness. He raised an arm to steady himself against the wall, bicep quivering as he lost himself inside your dripping sex. Loki’s moist forehead pressed to your own, wordless screams building as you began to come around his cock. Your nails scraped down the tight fabric clinging to his back as shuddering orgasm consumed you, feeling his shoulder-blades tense. His breath hitched, a choked groan gurgling in his throat as his thighs trembled. “Claim me, Loki-” you choked, making him clench forwards over the edge. He emptied himself inside you with a shaking moan of your name, shallow pants racking his body as your legs tightened around his hips. As you caught your breath, Loki’s lips pressed gently to yours. His tongue slipped between them as he rubbed a thumb up your jawline with softening eyes. You looked up as he lowered you back to the ground, steadying you when your knees almost gave way. “Well, I certainly hope you’ve learned your lesson regarding that particular item of clothing.” Loki warned, running a hand through his sex-mussed hair before inspecting the suspicious bruises blossoming on your shoulder. You could feel his cum begin its descent of your thigh, rolling in thick drips down damp skin. You hummed, shrugging before gathering the front of his t-shirt in a fist. “Wear more of them?” you purred innocently. Loki winked.

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[ace-of-gay]

home to the mind

Loki x reader

Warnings: physical contact/ cudding... cuddly loki

1,121 words

No pronouns or skintone used or implied

Welcome to all body types

Edited to the best of my ability

you are responsible for your own media consumption

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It was one of the longest training days you had endured, all you had wanted to do by the end of it was relax in silence by yourself, you had too much human interaction so when faced with the opportunity you had decided it was the perfect chance to head to the only room you knew for sure would be silent and lack the need for interaction.

That was until you got there, you were unaware of the other person within the room, they however were aware of you the second you opened the door.

You had picked out your book and went to sit down, losing all connection to reality you never noticed the tall lanky figure lurking through the shadows.

Loki had seen you around plenty, he saw through the way you presented yourself, he could read every person like an open book but you however were much different, no matter how much you shared, it was never truly impactful information it was always small trivial things that would have no one knowing you as more than any passersby does, you kept to yourself when it came to your personal life so to find you partaking in an activity by yourself wasn’t the biggest surprise, in fact it meant you had something in common, possibly something to bond over.

Walking down the aisle, he’d spent so long having read almost every book in the library and to his knowledge the one you picked was one he’d recently read himself.

Weighing his options he decides to approach.

Long quiet steps he clears his throat to catch your attention, “how is it so far?” You could barely hear him but it was clear enough to understand, looking over your shoulder a smile present on you face.

“Its wonderful, I remember reading it back in high school any chance I could get”.

“So you know it well I presume?”.

You chuckle to yourself, “I know it very well, cover to cover basically”.

Going on about favorites from both yours and his childhoods, what characters you relate most to and much more it had gotten late, you however made a note to yourself to come to the library more often.

From that day forward you would meet in the library every Wednesday and after missions, winding down after long stressful days, sometimes reading and others just talking and getting to know each other, often just sitting in silence with the others company.

Occasionally reading the same book to take turns reading aloud to one another.

Both of you looked forward to meeting, finding peace and comfort in your hangouts, he had planned to ask if you wanted to hang out outside of Wednesdays in the library, without implications of it being a date or not, it was up to you, that was until he got to the library, searching all around and to not find you anywhere.

You hadn’t missed a Wednesday since you started, it worried him, so much so that he took a walk to your room to check up on you just to find you sick and in bed.

He took It upon himself to bring you back to full health, he brought you your favorite comfort food, ginger ale and a book along with a DVD copy of one of the movies you had talked about wanting to see.

You had invited him to stay as long as he was certain he wouldn’t catch your illness as he had mentioned it being basically impossible.

While miserable in the aspect of you being ill it was also the most fun you’d had in quiet a while, telling stories, eating your favorite food, and watching the movie, he didn’t expect it to happen but when you slumped over into his side he had finally realized how late it was, his cheeks tinting pink, it made him joyful that you were comfortable enough to fall asleep in his presence your arms wrapped around his slender frame nuzzling your cheek into his chest, it made him happy in a way he’s never felt, like your positivity and joy had spread from you to him in just a moment.

From then forward he’d invite you to watch movies, go out into town or even spend evenings star gazing, it wasn’t just about memories and books anymore, its about being close to you, savoring his time with you.

Each time he’d get as close as possible and let you fill the magnetic gap, he was sure he had been as inconspicuous with it as possible but you read him like your favorite book, it was obvious.

One particular night you had invited him to your room for movies and ‘silly Midgardian snacks’ as he called them.

You both huddled in close, the lights set low to make the movie feel more encapsulating, but his focus wasn’t on the film, it was the feeling of you held close next to him, the sound the hum in your breath when you were intrigued, the jump in your position when something intrigued you and how the light cast upon your features, you were completely aware of it.

He was so comfortable he didn't even realize he was falling asleep, curling into you his grip tight as ever, never something you would expect from him, his body wrapping itself around yours like you were a source of heat, his head resting upon your stomach he looked so at peace, no one had ever seen him like this but you, no one understood why you would hang out with someone like him but you didn’t care, he felt like home the way you felt the same to him.

You hand found its way to his silken hair cast around his face, gently brushing it back to see him, it startled him awake, he radiated shame and fear, frustration at himself for getting so close, surely it was obvious now.

“If you wanted to cuddle you could have just said so, you didn’t have to hide it”

Standing up to leave, a simple “I’m sorry” trailing his fearful glances.

Shaking your head you follow Standing up, your arms held out for him, “its okay Loki, I’m not upset whatsoever, I enjoy being close with you, it feels warming and comfortable, if you desire cuddles that’s all you have to say.”

And so with your words seeping, your mental walls open and he knows for certain you mean it completely, with that knowledge beaing only a slight hesitation he walks into your arms, wrapped tight in your hug he reciprocates the action while burying his face into your shoulder, this is the Loki you only you knew and it made you love him so much more.

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Sorry it took me so long to get this posted ive had writers block and now im quite literally sick

Tags:

@theaudacitytowrite thank you for the inspiration to write a cuddly loki fic

@vbecker10 cause im convinced you'd enjoy this as much as i did writing it

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[superficialdomina]

Missed connection

A/N: I wrote a little Tom fic while my next sub!Loki marinates a bit. It's angsty and a little fluffy and totally self-indulgent.

Inspired in part by @dangertoozmanykids101 and this post. I hope that's OK with her :)

Summary: Stuck in a train carriage in Italy with Tom. Angst ensues.

W/C: 2.7k

Warnings: Very light, thirsty smut. Stay tuned for part 2 if you want the filth.

Two Three parts - but if you like where they end up after the first one you can totally leave it here.

Part 1

You sigh, closing your book and gazing out the window of the unmoving train into the night. You should have arrived in Padua before dusk, but your train out of Venice had ground to a halt several hours ago without explanation, and had sat here, with frustrating stubbornness, in the growing darkness. 

You stretch your neck, looking around you. Your train carriage is mostly empty, and the few other passengers appear to be asleep. You envy them. It had taken several long flights to arrive in Italy, and to be trapped here on this final leg, so close to your destination, with zero information, is… infuriating.

A movement catches your eye as a tall man enters from an adjoining carriage. He moves slowly between the seats, past the sleeping occupants. You avert your eyes and pretend to concentrate on your lap, your innate introversion kicking in and insisting you avoid a conversation with a stranger. 

"Mi scusi?" 

Startled, you look up, meeting his eyes and taking in his face. Gosh, you think, surprised, he's very pretty. And... Familiar? 

"Hai un cellulare da prestarmi?"

"Non parlo Italiano," you stammer out - one of the few Italian phrases you'd learnt in preparation for your trip. "Do you speak English?"

"Oh," he smiles, blushing charmingly. "Of course. I'm so sorry to interrupt you, but - would you have a mobile phone that I could borrow?"

As soon as he switches to English, recognition washes over you like a flood. To see him out of context like this was terrifically confusing - but that voice… It was unmistakable. You’re momentarily unable to speak.

"I… my phone battery is flat," he continues, misconstruing your long pause. "May I - would you mind if I sent a message to someone?"

"Of course," you manage, as you pull your phone out from your bag. His face relaxes in relief and gratitude as he takes it from you. 

His hands, you think as you try to surreptitiously watch his nimble fingers tap the screen. By all that is holy, his HANDS. As though he heard you, he lifts his left hand to nervously run it back through his loose curls, while continuing to text with his other thumb. 

Maybe I'm dreaming, you think cautiously. I fell asleep on the train and I'm… You pinch your leg. Nope. Hurts.

"Thank you," he says with a long exhale, looking down at you and handing back your phone. "I wasn't expecting to be stuck here…"

You can't help laughing. "Me neither, obviously," you smile. He smiles back, his beautiful lips parting slightly to give you a glimpse of his perfect teeth. 

"Well - thank you," he says again, turning to move back the way he had come. 

"Ah -" you begin, slightly confused. "What if - I mean, should you wait for them to reply?" You try to keep your voice low for the sake of the other occupants of the carriage in their happy slumber. 

His eyes run over the book in your lap, where your small clip-on reading lamp is casting odd shadows. 

"I'd hate to interrupt you further," he says, the question clear in his tone.

"Uh - it would be nice to have the company," you lie. As if that was ever true. Although this time… He narrows his eyes at you briefly; without thinking, you extend your hand. "I'm y/n."

He bites his lower lip, making your stomach flutter. And not just your stomach, if you're honest. But he takes your hand and shakes it. "Tom," he says simply.

You swallow hard at the feel of his long fingers grasping your palm and brushing your wrist. He thinks I don't recognise him. 

"I - I know who you are," you laugh uncomfortably, unable to hold his gaze as he takes the seat opposite you, his thick thighs spread wide. Invitingly.

"Oh," he says again. And again with that subtle blush. Is he doing that on cue? "Well - it's nice to meet you, y/n."

There's a brief, thoroughly awkward silence, before he expertly transitions to well-practised small talk. “You’re clearly not Italian,” he says, mocking his earlier language faux pas. "How is it that you find yourself on an immobile train in the Italian countryside?"

You exhale, suddenly aware that you'd been holding your breath. Don’t look directly at him. "I'm here for a conference," you reply, making eye contact with his forehead and speaking a little too fast. “In Padua. I just flew into Venice from Toronto this afternoon.” You want to ask him why he’s here - alone? - but it feels too personal. Don’t interview the poor man.

“Toronto?” He asks. “You don’t sound Canadian, either.” Gods above, his face is so… expressive. He blinks slowly and you catch his glorious eyelashes as they flit against his skin. His broad chest expands with every inhale, straining against his tight, white shirt. 

“Oh- no, I’m Australian,” Christ, could you stop sounding so fucking flustered? “But I live in Canada.” He pauses as though waiting for you to continue, even though you were sure you’d finished talking. “Just for the last few years. For work.” He sounds so… Interested. As though the inane nonsense that is inarticulately gushing from your mouth is all he wants to hear. Gosh, he really is charming. What a strange super power. Why am I still talking?

“What do you-” he begins, but he is interrupted by the ping of your phone.

“That must be for you,” you murmur, scrambling to pick it up. “Oh - no, sorry, just my husband.” A shadow crosses his face fleetingly. Keen to get a reply and get back to his seat, you think. 

You flick a quick text back to your spouse. Still on the train - no movement. Nothing eventful. Well, that was a big fat lie, you muse to yourself, glancing at the stunning man sitting opposite you.

“You’re married?” he asks, as you return your phone to your bag. 

“I - yes,” you reply, absently touching the wedding ring on your finger and trying not to think about the long years since your husband had made your body ache like the man sitting before you. A man who had barely even touched you. 

“Do you like it?” He asks. You are momentarily confused. “Canada, I mean?” 

“Yes. Sometimes. Mostly.” You take a deep breath, once again aware of the arousal he is stirring in you. Make sentences. “I miss home often.” Another awkward pause that you fight to fill, trying not to stare at his long Greek nose or the shadows cast by his ridiculous cheekbones. “They all think I’m British - Canadians, I mean,” you continue, hating yourself for the banality of your small talk. “They all ask me what part of England I’m from. I tell them ‘the very far south’.”

He laughs at that, throwing his head back and issuing a throaty expression of mirth that makes you quiver between your legs. Are… are my pants damp? You wonder silently, both quietly horrified and mildly interested at your body’s reaction to the close proximity of this beautiful man, and the inexplicable circumstances that have led you here.

“Well, you don’t exactly sound like Steve Irwin,” he laughs, eyes glittering in the low light.

“And you don’t sound like Eliza Doolittle,” you quip, before bringing your hand to cover your mouth, mortified. 

“I’m so sorry. I - I’m lousy at small talk. And I’m… A little awed to be speaking to you.” Ugh. Gushing. How unattractive.

But he continues to smile that dazzling smile that touches his lovely eyes so easily. “It’s quite alright,” he says gently. “Most people are.” The words are arrogant, but his tone suggests something altogether different. Is he… Uncomfortable?

He looks briefly out the window into the darkness. Stars have materialised in the inky sky. 

“Skip the small talk, then,” he offers, turning back to face you, voice deep and sultry, eyes piercing and intense. You press your thighs together to relieve the growing tension between them. No question now - you were wet with arousal. “Tell me something… Substantial.” He shifts in his seat and you try desperately not to look at his crotch. Just don’t stand up before he leaves, you tell yourself. His eyes slide to the book next to you. “What are you reading?” 

You also glance at the book on your seat, remembering where you had been mere minutes prior, in that previous life before Tom had first spoken to you. It’s telling that he considers that a substantial question, you think. You swallow. “Ah - War Lord by Bernard Cornwell,” you say, picking it up.

“Are you enjoying it?” 

“I - not really,” you admit, passing your eyes over the cover. Once again, his face encourages you to keep talking. “It’s the last in a long series. I was probably done with them a while ago but - it’s hard not to finish something you’ve come so far with...” You’ve run out of words again, and he’s still watching you…

You awkwardly clear your throat. “What are you reading?”

He laughs and reaches his hand into a large inner pocket of his jacket, pulling out a simple, slightly battered-looking book. 

 “The Dispossessed,” he replies, his eyes sparkling, “by Ursula Le Guin.” His middle finger strokes the spine lovingly. “It’s beautiful. I read it every few years,” he confesses. “It’s a commentary on materialism and capitalism… and it’s also a thought piece about time - time as a product of mathematics and physics but also philosophy and ethics. But mostly,” he finally pauses for breath, “it’s a love story. Love that transcends space and time-”

“I’ve read it,” you interrupt him, and can’t help laughing at the sheer boyish joy that has come over his face as he spoke. “I - it’s one of my favourites, too.” 

The wide, open-mouthed smile he gives you then transforms his entire face, and you suddenly feel that it is the first genuine expression he has given you. What just happened?

“Really?” He is suddenly abuzz with little-boy energy. Puppy energy. “I don’t meet many people who have read it. It’s a seriously underrated Le Guin book.”

“Yes!” you agree heartily. “She’s so renowned for the Earthsea chronicles but… The Dispossessed is so complex and… beautiful. And yes, a truly touching love story. Did you know that Shevek is modelled on Oppenheimer?” 

“I had heard that, but he always made me think of Feynman.”

“Me too!” You laugh enthusiastically, before remembering your sleeping companions and lowering your voice again. “It has, I think, my favourite line ever written.” He raises his eyebrows. You quote, “You can go home again, so long as you understand that home is a place where you have never been.”

“That’s your favourite line ever written?”

“Yes!” you say again, mildly embarrassed. “It’s… it’s…” You search for the words, forcing yourself to form logical sentences again. “We believe that time is something real, that life is what’s happening outside ourselves. But time - life - is within us.” You lean forward in your seat, willing him to understand your point. “You know - you can’t step twice in the same river, because neither you nor the river are the same. Live now, because you won’t be here again.”

He nods. “We all get two lives, and the second life begins when we realise we only get one.”

You exhale, suddenly aware of the thrill that is coursing through your body. Careful, you tell yourself, then chastise yourself for such a foolish notion. But this one might hurt when you land. “Yes. Exactly.”

“I also have a favourite line in it,” he offers, hesitantly. “Maybe not ever written,” he teases you gently, “but…” 

With surprise, you watch him open the book still in his hands to a dog-eared page. He reads. “If you can see a thing whole, it seems that it's always beautiful. Planets, lives. But close up, a world's all dirt and rocks. The way to see how beautiful the Earth is, is to see it from the moon.” 

He looks up at you expectantly, his whole energy shifted, sucking his lower lip into his mouth as though waiting for your approval. But you are momentarily stunned. He’s… Sad. 

“Is that…” You stop, knowing that your question is far too personal, but unsure if you can carry on the conversation without asking it. You’ll never be here again, you remind yourself, and stumble on. “Is that how you feel? All… Dirt and rocks?”

He gazes back at you, his smile touched with a hint of melancholy. “Sometimes. I wonder if my life is more beautiful from a distance than from the inside.” 

You consider your words carefully before we speak. “Don’t we all feel that way? Our lives are more perfect, more interesting, on paper, than they are in reality? Only the people closest to us see how messy we really are. Maybe no one knows us as well as ourselves.”

“Maybe,” he sighs. “I often have to remind myself that this is the life I chose, not the life that chose me.” You stare at him, astonished not only by the words he is saying, but by the brazen honesty of what he is sharing, and by the full 180 degree shift in his mood in the last few moments. Volatile. 

“Anyway,” he smiles, almost convincingly, as if to say, that’s enough self pity. “Your turn. Marriage? How is it?”

The question takes you thoroughly by surprise. “M… Marriage?” He doesn’t speak, but raises his eyebrows as he continues to look at you with that unusual intensity… It is strangely intimate. “That doesn’t really seem like a fair question when I’m staring at Tom Hiddleston sitting opposite me.” You groan inwardly, wishing you hadn’t said it aloud. 

He chuckles. “Close your eyes, then.” 

You stare at him open-mouthed for a second, the simple suggestion ringing through your ears like a command. Your core clenches and you feel the slick in your panties practically gushing down your inner thighs. You swallow hard.

But to be fair to your husband, you do as he suggests. You immediately feel incredibly exposed. “It’s…” You pause, thinking; remembering. “You know when you take a long drive, and somewhere in between towns the radio signal drops out, and there’s nothing but static?” To your surprise, words begin to pour out of you, some kind of overflow triggered by the unexpected vulnerability. “And there’s nothing you can do but keep driving, and trust that you’ll get signal again when you reach the next town?”

You open your eyes again. He has leaned forwards towards you, elbows resting on his spread thighs. His eyebrows knit gently, and he cocks his head slightly, encouraging you to continue. 

“Well… sometimes it’s like that,” you finish lamely, embarrassed at your familiarity with him. 

His tongue darts out of his mouth to lick his lips as he continues to gaze at you with his now familiar, interested intensity. “But you do trust it? That you’ll find the signal again?”

“Mostly, yes,” you reply quietly, meeting his eyes properly as a tingly powerlessness comes over your own body. Breathe, you concentrate, acutely aware of how close he is.

In the next second, two things happen simultaneously. With a sudden jolt, the train rumbles to life and begins to move again, light in the carriage flickering as power is briefly redistributed to the engine. You both gasp in surprise at the unexpected movement.

When your eyes meet again, the spell is broken.

In the same moment, your phone pings a second time. You pull it out, handing it to him when you don’t recognise the number. He swallows, a muscle in his jaw quivering. He takes the phone, smiling stiffly and nodding mechanically as he reads the message; he taps a short reply, then deletes the thread. 

He stands as he hands it back to you. “I think we are not far from your destination,” he smiles, abruptly as poised and controlled as when he had first entered the carriage. The suddenness of the transition from friend to stranger leaves you feeling disoriented. “Thank you for your company, y/n. It’s been a pleasure.” 

You take a breath and lift your chin. “Likewise,” you smile. He nods to you before turning away, and doesn’t look back as he leaves the carriage.

Damn, you think. I didn’t even ask where he's going.

Continued in Part 2

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Across the Multiverse Pt. 1 [Loki x F. Reader]

*This is almost finished, so I will try to post an update at least once a week. I do have a toddler, so no promises. All the hugs to @lokisgoodgirl for reading this and holding my hand through the whole thing. You’re the best!

Summary: Y/N and Loki’s relationship takes an unexpected turn after one of Stark’s parties. When they are sent on a mission to find their multiversal selves, will they realize they should be together? 

Pairing: Avenger Loki x F. Avenger Reader

Warnings: Smut. Minors DNI. 18+ ONLY. Incorrect use of multiverse travel. 

Your best friend Loki always came to your room after he sent his latest conquest packing. He had an endless line of women who couldn’t wait to be the newest notch on his bed post. You had never seen the same woman twice, and he made them leave right after. Then it was the same routine with you. He would make his way next door to your room where you would watch a movie, have snacks, and cuddle.

When you joined the Avengers, you had to do a lot of interviews together. Often paired while training, you two had just clicked. Your friendship had started by giving each other book recommendations, reading together, and eating breakfast after training.  Then came the interview. The one that shot you into best friend status, was one you would never forget. The interviewer incessantly berated Loki for the attack on New York, how some people still viewed him as a villain, and how could we believe he had changed. This was all old news. Loki had been with the team for a while. He had more than proven himself. You could tell the endless questioning was getting to him.

So, you spoke up. “How dare you question his loyalty to us. He has defeated countless enemies to protect this world. He was mind controlled during the attack on New York, so that wasn’t his fault. I trust Loki more than anyone on this team. I’m sure he gets tired of saving people like you, who doubt him daily. But he does it anyway, because he is a great guy.” Loki placed his hand on your thigh and gave you a thankful smile. Ever since that day, Loki got closer to you. He opened up more. He told you about his mother, his childhood being in Thor’s shadow, and his Jotun heritage. He knew you saw right through his cold façade. He trusted you.

“What are you thinking about?” Loki interrupted my wondering mind. I smile lazily at him as I snuggle into his chest. “Just thinking about our friendship.” “I am honored to have you as a friend, Y/N.” Yeah FRIEND, I almost laugh out loud. It’s not that I’m jealous of his harem or anything. I’ve just thought about what would happen if we crossed that line. I have no doubt that it would be mind blowing. He wouldn’t have all these women trying to jump him, if he wasn’t great in bed. My room is also beside his, so I hear everything. It’s kind of sad. I’m stuck in my room with my vibrator, forever single. While he is getting laid every weekend.

Maybe it’s not even him, I’m just horny since it’s been a while right? But he has those long, curly, raven locks that I would love to run my fingers through. The body of a literal god, and oh stop thinking like that! He will never take me to bed. If he did, he would treat me like those other women. He would toss me out on my ass after rendering me speechless. One night of great sex isn’t worth ruining what we have.

~The Next Weekend~

The music is booming over the speakers as I make my way to the bar. If Tony’s parties are good for anything, it’s free alcohol. I glance across the room searching for Loki. Four women surround him. One on each of his arms, the other two trying to get as close as possible. He is putting on a show for them, fireworks dancing in his hands. He catches me staring and winks at me. I turn around smoothing my dress. That’s it! I am not going back to my room alone tonight. I take a shot hoping it will soothe my nerves. I’ve never had a one-night stand before. It’s been too long since I was in a relationship.

I take a deep breath. I can do this. “You look stunning tonight.” Bucky grins checking me out. “Thank you. Hey, do you wanna dance with me?” “Sure thing, doll.” He grabs my hand leading me to the dance floor. A slow song comes on, he pulls my body close to his. His hands rest on my hips, the coolness of his metal arm makes a chill run over me. I rest my head on his broad chest. “Hey Y/N, there’s nothing going on between you and Loki is there?” I laugh at the ridiculous insinuation. “No. Why?” “Because he is looking at me like he is going to kill me.” I glance over at Loki to confirm. Sure enough, he looks really pissed off. “I’m not sure what that’s all about. But I do know it has nothing to do with me. Don’t worry about it.”

The next song plays and I back it up on Bucky in time with the fast beat. I gyrate my hips while his hands roam all over my body. When I turn around Bucky’s lips find mine. His tongue explores my mouth as I pull him closer. I am ready to take him back to my room when I feel a large hand on my shoulder. “Y/N, I need to speak with you.” Loki’s eyes are filled with rage as he takes in the scene before him. “I’m a little busy right now, Lo, can’t it wait?”  

I’m pleading with my eyes signaling that I was trying to get busy with Bucky. Surely, he knows where this was going, that it has been so long for me. He jerks my hand off Bucky, practically dragging me away. “No, it is an urgent matter.” I look back at Bucky and mouth sorry. “What is so important? I was about to get dicked down for the first time in forever by a SUPER SOLDIER, Loki! A super soldier.” I whine. “Just imagine what he can do with that metal hand.” My rant is cut short when Loki slams me against a wall. I peek around his shoulder to find we are in his room. “Loki, what are you doing?” He breathes deeply, eyes conflicted.

“Do you really think he could fuck you better than I could, Y/N?” My heart stops for a second while I realize what he said. “I – um, what?” I stutter, my voice barely recognizable. Loki pushes my hair away from my neck. He places a trail of kisses from my collar bone to my jaw. I’m not sure if I’m breathing. He stops his assault, looking into my eyes intently. “I said do you think he could fuck you better than I could? A super soldier? That is what you desire, love? I am a god. He wouldn’t be able to make you come. I would leave you a whimpering mess, and you would still beg for more.”

He places more kisses to my jawline. “Let me worship you, darling.” He doesn’t have to ask me twice. I nod my approval. “Before we begin, I have two rules you must follow. Number one: do not fall in love. This is the most important of the two. I will never be in love with you, and I do not wish to hurt you. Rule number two: This will only happen this once. I never take Midgardian women to my bed more than that. You lot are too fragile with your feelings. You get attached too easily. The last thing I need is an obsessed woman following after me like a lost dog.” He looks intently into my eyes gauging my reaction.

“I will do whatever you want, Loki. Just please touch me.” His smile turns wolfish as he grabs my face. His lips crashing into mine. When we part, he lifts my dress up. I watch as he peppers kisses on my thighs. He places a kiss to the front of my soaking panties before sliding them down my knees. He tosses them over his shoulder. I cry out in surprise as he lifts me up against the wall. He laughs wickedly as he bunches my dress around my waist.

“I lie awake at night imagining this, Y/N. Wondering how you would taste, what sounds you would make as I brought you pleasure.” “Loki, please?” I beg him gripping his hair trying to pull him closer. He wastes no time. He licks a stripe up my center before suckling my clit. His name a prayer on my lips. I pull on his silky curls as he moans against me. “Tastes so good.” He devours me while pleasure hums low in my stomach. “More, Loki.” He pushes me harder against the wall. I hold onto those glorious, muscled arms. He eats me like a man starved, and I am more than willing to be his feast. “Loki, I’m c... oh God, Loki!” I come down from my high. He places a gentle kiss to my thigh as he sets me down. My legs are so wobbly. I don’t think I can stand on my own. I reach for him to support myself. But he swiftly picks me up placing me on his bed.

He waves his hand and my dress disappears along with his clothes. I can’t help but stare at him. I don’t have long to take in his beauty before he climbs on top of me. He sinks into me completely claiming me. With his moaning against my neck and experienced fingers circling my clit, it doesn’t take long before I am coming undone again. Loki follows close behind. He lays his head on his silky forest green pillows smiling at me.

I don’t think I can handle my best friend throwing me out of his room. So, I stand up covering myself with my hands. I walk over to my clothes long forgotten in the floor. Loki sits up as I start putting my now wrinkled dress back on. “Y/N, what are you doing?” “I was going to go back to my room to shower and give you some space. I know you don’t like women staying over.” His face holds a look of concern while he considers my words.

“I have a bath drawn for you if you wish to stay.” He takes my hand leading me to his bathroom. I step into the warm bath, getting used to the water. Loki climbs in as well. “I thought you said this bath was for me?” I tease.  “I could not leave a beautiful lady to clean herself after I have so thoroughly ruined her.” He smiles while lathering soap on the soft cloth. He pulls me closer starting to wash my arms. When he gets to my breasts, he ditches the cloth using his hands to apply the soap. I moan as he pinches my nipples.

He continues massaging me, working his way lower. I squeak in surprise as he slips one long finger inside me, then another. He laughs mischievously. I lay my head on his porcelain shoulder grasping onto him as I come undone for the third time. When I can think clearly, my eyes find his. “I thought you said we were only going to do this once?” He scans my face, lowering my body onto his. As he sinks into me, he whispers, “Once is not enough.”

Part Two

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[lokiprompts]

Prompt 35 - Cliche 5

Prompt 45 - Cliche 13

Prompt 16 - Cliche 6

Sorry that was so many 💚

Okay, so this will be a two parter because I am crazy and I just went ham with this. I appreciated all of the pairings!! It was a fun challenge! Ps - thanks for your patience with this.

For those who don't know the prompts/cliche list:

Prompt 35 - Cliche 5

“I couldn’t just get you out of my mind.” – enemies to lovers

Prompt 45 - Cliche 13 - “You’re hurt. Please just let me heal it.”- lost memories

Prompt 16 - Cliche 6 - “Can you just please hold me?” – Forbidden love

Words: ~3500

A Second Chance - Part 1 of 2

“Tell me what you did, you witch!”

            You peeked up from your book to look at a furious Loki. The day was quiet with no missions and so, you thought it was the perfect day to sit in the rooftop garden and catch up on some reading. Loki’s towering frame blocked the sun, but you still put up your hand to block the escaping rays to get a good look at him.

            The God’s chest was heaving like he ran up every single step in the tower to get to the roof. His eyes were wide and wild, and his cheeks had an endearing pinkish hue. Loki was normally so stoic, calculating, and put together, but now? He looked like a frazzled mess. You loved it.

            Grinning, you said, “I am not sure what you are talking about.”

            He huffed, crossing his arms, and looking annoyed as ever. You wanted to reach up and boop him on the nose just to irritate him further. “Tell me what enchantment you put on me. This is getting ridiculous.”

            The look of confusion on your face was obvious. The question was ludicrous. Not only did you have no idea what he was talking about, but you weren’t even a magic user amongst the Avengers. You figured he was just messing with you, like he always did. Loki was constantly pulling pranks at you, and it drove you mad. And not even in the good way.

            One time, he enchanted your bagged lunch to spew all over you as soon as you opened it. Your amazing salad was in your hair and covered your clothes, while he laughed at you with a wide smile. If it wasn’t for the fact that you were mad as hell, you would have almost thought he was cute. Almost. Then, he put dye in your shampoo. Your hair was green for a week, but you walked around the Tower with your head held high. You rocked that green hair. There was no way you would give him the satisfaction that you hated that color on your head.

            But, the clothes incident, oh, that was the last straw. After a particular long mission, all you wanted to do was strip down and take a long hot shower and wash the day away. You were so lost in enjoying the steamy, blissful water that you did not even hear Loki come in your room. When you were done, you stepped out to find that all your clothes in your apartment were gone. All your towels were gone. The God didn’t even leave you a washcloth. On a normal day, you would have covered all your private bits and tried to find some clothes from Natasha, but no. That day was not a normal day.

            You had it with the Trickster. This ends now!

            You stomped down to his room and banged on the door, naked as the day you came into this world. He opened his door with a smile, but that smile faded quickly when he realized how unbelievably naked you were. The God turned beet red and looked everywhere else but your dripping, exposed frame. But you didn’t care about his sheepish feelings. Every ounce of shame you could have felt was replaced by rage. You shoved Loki as hard as you could, and he fell backwards on the floor with an ‘oof’.

            “You give me back my clothes right now, Loki!” You shrieked at him. Now, you towered over him from his place on the floor. Drops of water fell from your body onto his face. He held up his hands up in defense and with a slight swirl of his finger, you were dry and dressed.

            “Um…You – You’re” the silver-tongued God stammered, “Your clothes are back in your room.” You let out a pleased hum, but you weren’t done with him yet. Not by a long shot.

            You stepped on his chest and put all your weight on it. Compared to the strength of the God, your small frame didn’t do much, but Loki let out the most delicious and satisfying squeak when you pressed the heel of your boot on his chest.

            “Apologize.” You growled. You watched Loki’s Adams apple bobble in his neck as he swallowed thickly.

            “I’m…s-s-sorry.” He stared at you with big doe eyes and a flushed face surrounded by his curly black locks. Satisfied, you lifted your foot from his chest and left his room without another word.

            The next few weeks were amusing to say the least. Loki followed you around the tower like a puppy following its favorite human. If you were in the common area, he was there. If you were training with Natasha, he was there too, working out. If you were out of your room ever, Loki was not far behind. The pranks had stopped, but he had started trying to get your attention in other ways. He would try and engage in small talk, which was very awkward coming from the God of Mischief.

            “So, uh, do you like… weather?” You looked up from the sandwich you were making in the community kitchen to see an expectant God staring at you. You hadn’t spoken to him in almost two weeks, and you weren’t going to start again anytime soon. Not even to tease him about the awkward phrasing of his question, as tempting as that was. You went back to stacking the meat and vegetables onto the bread.

            “Oh…I am a big fan of, what do you Midgardians call it? Oh yes, ketchup. Ketchup and potato sticks…delicious.” He grinned and you just stared at him. You took a bite of your sandwich and left.  

            So, now, you had Loki towering over you and interrupting your precious reading time. The fury that was in his eyes tickled you endlessly. Apparently, your silent treatment had a bigger effect on him than you originally thought. How delightful.  

            “Okay, Loki. How do you think it’s even possible that I could put an enchantment on you? I am a spy, not a magic user.” You quipped.

            He huffed, putting his hands on his hips, and looking very thrown off by your logical question. “There is just no other way I can explain it.”

            “Explain what?”

            “Every moment of every day, I think about you. When I wake up, you’re the first thing I think about. When I sleep, I dream about you. I long to be in your presence every day. I couldn’t just get you out of my mind, no matter how hard I tried.”

            Your eyes returned to your book, “Sounds like you love me.” Out of the corner of your eye you saw a look of confusion then a mental explosion and finally, the smack of realization.

            “Uh – oh, no. No. No. No. Darling, no. I don’t love you. No.”

            You smirked, “If you say so.” You licked your finger and turned a page. Loki’s eyes remained glued on you, fixated on your lips, and he licked his own as he awkwardly stood there.  

            “Hey, Loki? Would you mind conjuring me a drink. It’s a bit hot out here.”

            With zero hesitation, he flicked his wrist and conjured a glass of water. He handed it to you, the ice clinking against the glass, “Drink up, Darling. I don’t want you fainting in this heat.” He smiled softly at you as you took sips of your drink. He looked so proud and pleased with himself.

            You put the glass down and grinned at him. There was a beat of silence before a look of understanding swept over Loki’s face. The trickster threw his hands in the air, clearly exasperated with you. “I was being polite! Still don’t love you!” He quickly walked away from you, a blush noticeably on his cheeks and his pale chest. You overheard him grumble something about being a prince and manners.  

            It wasn’t until later that week that you saw Loki again. The two of you were paired together on an infiltration mission to gather data on a possible Hydra base. As always, the mission was supposed to be cut and dry. Loki cloaks you, you get into the base, you crack into their database and secure the information on a flash drive, and you hightail it out of there. Just an average Thursday for an Avenger.

            The trip on the Quinjet was a quiet one. It was also painfully awkward. There was an uncomfortable silence between the two of you. You were acutely aware of how Loki was trying his best not to look in your direction, yet every minute he would steal a glance at you. The day prior, you had given Tony and earful about being paired up with Loki, but the billionaire wasn’t having it. He insisted that you put whatever issues you had aside and put the mission first. You groaned, but you knew he was right.

            Before you knew it, you had landed in a wooded area near the suspected Hydra base, but not close enough to be detected. With one long breath, you started your trek to the base with Loki by your side. Again, a suffocating silence fell between the two of you. The only thing you heard were your footsteps on forest floor.

            “So…me and you. Would that be so terrible?” Loki’s question stopped you right in your tracks. He stopped right along with you, but you couldn’t bear to look at him. Ever since your conversation with him on the rooftop garden, you thought about the idea that Loki did actually love you. To you, it was just a tease, but the more you thought about it, the truer it seemed. All the pranks and mocking reminded you of a boy in the school yard pulling on the hair of his crush. Then when you stopped speaking to him, it was like he would die without your attention. He became your shadow and started to try to actually talk to you. Like really talk to you. Though, it was painfully cringey, you secretly appreciated the effort.

            “I will take your silence as a yes,” You hadn’t realized that you were quiet this whole time. Finally, you looked at Loki and he was smirking at you, clearly trying to come off teasing, but the sadness in his eyes gave him away.

            “I just don’t think it would work.” You simply said, looking away from him again.

            “And why not?” Loki kept trekking in the woods next to you. You noticed he had slowed down his walking to your much shorter stride did not have to scurry so much to keep up. You didn’t say anything, but you appreciated the gesture.

            “We are just very different people.”

            He looked down at you, “I don’t think so. I think if you get to know me…”

            You sighed, cutting him off, “Loki, I don’t want to talk about this. Can we focus on the mission please? We are almost at the base.”

            The poor God looked like he was just shot in the heart, but you knew it wouldn’t work between you two. Loki was full of tricks and sarcasm and while he was technically a prince, you doubted he had a romantic bone in his body. Honestly, the fact that he was even interested in you at all had you flat out confused. You were a victim of his pranks for months, only for it to come to a halt when you stopped paying attention to him and now, he is talking about being together? Why does he even like you?

            Finally, you arrived at the base and Loki cloaked the both of you. The spell only worked briefly, so you were thankful that there weren’t many agents in the building. Though, the feeling in your gut wasn’t good. How empty the building was felt suspicious to you and so you were on high alert. Stealthily, the two of you made down some winding hallways as F.R.I.D.A.Y. was feeding you directions through your earpiece. One of the doors in the hallway led to a room filled with computers. This was it.

            Loki and you crept into the room. Loki stood guard at the door, ready to defend as you were occupied with gathering the data on the computers on the base. You worked quickly and Loki couldn’t help but admire how skilled you were with the technology. He watched your fingers fly across the keyboards; your eyebrows furrowed adorably in concentration. He bit his lower lip as he watched you.

            “Eyes on the hallway, Loki.” You belted out, not even looking up from the computer screen as you typed furiously.

            “Right. Apologies.” Loki shifted and turned his attention back to door and the hallway. But it was that split second of looking away that he regretted the most.

            Everything happened in an instant. There was a flash, an explosion, and you and Loki were tossed like ragdolls across the room. As soon as you plugged in the flash drive, it triggered a bomb. It was a set up. Of course, it was. Unfortunately for you, you took most of the blast since you were right in front of the computers.

            Loki groaned from his place on the floor. He coughed a bit and wiped the dust from his face. The ringing in his ears began to fade and then he jolted upwards, now worried about how you were doing. He was a God and because of that, he barely had a scrape on him. You on the other hand? Your body laid limp in the corner. There was shrapnel in your leg and blood poured freely from it.

            Loki rushed to your side and shook your shoulders lightly. You didn’t wake nor did you move. He rushed to put pressure on your leg. The strong metallic smell hit his nose and he winced. This wasn’t good, especially for a mortal.

            “Y/N, Y/N, wake up!” He pleaded, but still you weren’t responding. The God weighed his options. He could take the shrapnel out of your leg and risk only being able to partially heal your leg and get a major infection if he missed any debris, or he could bandage it and get you to the Avenger’s Med Bay for more thorough treatment. Quickly, he bandaged your leg with some fabric from your suit and scooped you up in his arms. His long legs carried him swiftly through the base, blasting any remaining enemies out of the way. The mission had changed – keep you safe. Keep you alive.

            Loki ran the fastest he had ever run through the woods towards the Quinjet.  Every once and awhile, he would glance down at your limp body in his arms. You felt so cold, so much smaller than usual. It was unsettling. He was so used to seeing your strength, your bright smile. But with each rise and fall of your chest, he remained hopeful. Finally, he reached the Quinjet and strapped you down to a gurney that was on the craft and took a seat in the captain’s chair. Loki had zero patience left, so he smashed the controls and put the craft on autopilot before returning to your side.

            Laying on your back, you were so unnervingly still. The Quinjet was extremely fast, thanks to Stark technology, but the wait was still merciless. Loki tried to keep himself busy by tending to some of your other wounds, a cut on your arm and some cuts on your face. He tenderly wiped your face down to clean off the dirt, and he couldn’t help but think of how your relationship started.

            You had been a part of the Avenger’s for about a year when he had come to join the team as penance for his crimes against Earth. Serving Midgard for the greater good was like nails on a chalk board to the God, but it was infinitely better than serving hundreds of years in a jail cell. His brother introduced him to the team and apparently, he saved the best for last: You. Immediately you were friendly with him, even though Thor insists that you knew about everything that happened in New York. There was no ill will and if anything, you went above and beyond to make him feel at home. It was something Loki hadn’t experienced before. Kindness so freely given.

            You helped him adjust to his new life on Midgard. Every day, you asked him how he was doing and if he was reading any new books. And when he talked to you? Oh, it was the highlight of his day. Every time you spoke, you hung on his every word and was truly interested in what he had to share. The more passionate he spoke, the more you smiled and giggled. It was music to his ears, and it made his heart swell.

            …And he had no idea what to do with those feelings.

            Love and affection were a foreign concept for the God of Mischief, and you offered your attention and kindness in tidal waves. He wanted to drown in it, but the thought also terrified him. Old habits die hard, and he started to push you away, despite his heart screaming at him not to. That is when the pranks started. It started off so innocently. Something small, like twisting the cap of the saltshaker so it poured out all over your food. You would grumble and groan, but you would give a pointed look to him with a sly smile before fixing a new plate of food. Each time he did something to push you away, you still persisted and was still kind. That was until he magicked all of your clothes away.

            Those few weeks where you didn’t speak to him was painful in a way that he still had yet to understand fully. All he knew was that he wanted your attention, your smiles, and your giggles. And it didn’t help that he had the image of your wet, naked body burned in his bread. He wanted to drown in you again. But he didn’t know why. Yes, you were kind to him, but you were a mortal. Nothing special - at least that was the lie he told himself. Then, there was that fateful day that you teased him and said that he loved you.

            It all clicked.

            It was true.

            He loved you. He loved you with all he had. He was confused before, but now it was even worse since he realized he loved you. In his mind, there was no way that you could ever love him back. Regret filled Loki’s veins like poison. Why did he treat you so poorly and push you away? Now, it was clear that his actions caused you to view him poorly and there was no way to fix it.

            Suddenly, you hissed when the damp cloth he was running over your skin hit a particularly sensitive cut on your face. Loki did not like to see you in pain, but hearing you make some sort of noise was reassuring. Anything that told him that you are still alive.

            “Shh, shh, you’re hurt. Please just let me heal it.” He cooed, healing the cut with the wave of his hand. You slightly opened your eyes to see a very blurry, very worried Loki, but it all went black as you passed out again.

            The next time you opened your eyes, you were in what looked like a hospital. You squinted and grimaced as your eyes adjusted to the light. You looked around and you didn’t recognize where you were. Your body was hooked up to all sorts of monitors and one of the machines started to beep wildly as your heartbeat skyrocketed from the stress.

            “Darling! You’re awake!” It was then that you noticed a man was by your side. He reached for your hand, but you recoiled as confusion spread across your face.

            “Who are you? Where am I?”

            For a moment, there was a look of shock across the man’s face, but it was quickly replaced by soft, tenderness. Why was he looking at you like that?

            “There was an accident. You hit your head and injured your leg.” You looked down and saw your leg tightly bandaged, “The doctor’s mentioned that you might have some memory loss, but hopefully it should return soon. But, to answer your question, I am Loki… your, uh, partner.”

            You eyed him up and down and the God shifted uncomfortably in his seat under your scrutiny.

            “Partner? Like you’re my boyfriend?”

            Now, Loki meant work partners. Sometimes context and meaning with Midgardian terms escaped him, so he understood the confusion. He could easily address the miscommunication and set the record straight, but Loki was also a man of opportunity, and this was the opportunity of a lifetime for him. He almost lost you and there was no way, he would waste this opportunity. A fresh start and another chance with you.  

            He leaned forward and clasped one of your hands between his two large ones and much to his delight, you didn’t pull away.

            “Yes, Darling. We are together.”

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LOKI. ENEMIES TO LOVERS. MAYBE HES A COCKY BASTARD. IF YOU WISH, SHMUT. ILY AND THANK YOU FOR LETTING ME RE-REQUEST 😩😩😩

LOOK AT BABY LOKI OMGGGG. Bestie you can re-request a million times, I literally love you. NOT ONLY WAS THIS ENEMIES TO LOVERS WITH A COCKY LOKI BUT THIS WAS ALSO SORT OF A FORBIDDEN MEET UP.

"Those horns make your head look huge." I huff, leaning against the wall of the cell as Loki removes his helmet, placing it in his lap. A smirk spreads across his lips but he's yet to look over at me, my eyes trying their best to read his expression. "You're a prisoner now, huh?" Sliding down the wall, I fold my hands in my lap, watching him finally look over at me with a tired sigh.

"Oh, and how I imagine this pleases you deeply." He sighs, groaning as he lays back on his bed, his fingers drumming against his chest as he stares at the blank ceiling.

"Seeing you enchained? Punished for your crimes?" I ask with a shit-eating grin. "Loki, it's possibly the most fulfilled I've ever felt." He looks over at me, his expression deadpanned and he raises a hand to his chest, feigning offense.

"How you wound me." He pouts, running his fingers through his hair. "Why are you down here? Do you actually expect me to believe that you wished to see me?" He asks, brows furrowed.

"Frigga sent me. I'm here spy." His face lights up at the mention of his adoptive mother, spine straightening as he sits, folding his hands in his lap. "Your mother sends her love."

"My love is sent in return." It's odd to hear Loki express such positive emotions, a small smile fanning across his lips. I can imagine it's been as hard on him as it's been on Frigga, both of them forbidden from checking on each other. "Well, if that's all, you can scurry on your way- go lust over your men and gossip with Sif." There's a sense of jealousy in his voice, tongue laced with venom as he glares down at his lap.

"How you know me so well." I laugh, eyes trailing over him before down to my lap, not wanting to move just yet, missing the playful banter and teasing that I was typically forced to endure for so many years. But now that he's banished after what had happened on Midguard, it's sad to say that I've missed his mischievous ways.

"Well?" He asks, looking towards the entrance to the dungeons, not so subtly pushing me away but I don't budge.

"I assumed you would be bored and would want the chance to manipulate someone." I offer, watching a fond smile find his handsome face once more as he swings his legs over the side of the bed. "You're not even going to try?" I huff, confused at his lack of care. He looks unwell, his hair unruly and his eyes are dark with large, tired rings beneath them. He looks as if he's been in quiet suffering since they locked him down here weeks ago and I can't help but feel a twinge in my heart for him.

"You are not easily manipulated nor are you easily swooned." I choose to take his words as a compliment, my fond smile growing. This is what Frigga had hoped would happen, Loki and I going back and forth, teasing each other, unintentionally lifting Loki's low spirits.

"Oh and you wish to swoon me? I thought that of your brother, but you?" I ask with a smirk, catching him off guard as he stutters, awkwardly laughing. All while changing the subject away from swooning.

"He's not my brother." He mutters but his words pull an annoyed scoff from me.

"Stop with that foolishness, Loki." I huff, making my way to my feet, waling around the cell so I can stand beside his bed, leaning against the pillar beside him. "If Thor is not your brother, then I am not your longest, childhood friend." His eyes soften briefly, body turning to face me as he kicks his feet up.

"Nemesis- you are my nemesis."

"Friend, nemesis- to us it means the same, does it not?" He laughs, shoulders relaxing a bit as he nods. "You are hardly my enemy, Loki, don't flatter yourself." Shuffling through the satchel I brought with me, I pull out three books that I had stolen from the library. "I brought you something."

"Me? A gift?"

"Your mother used to read these to us as children. I figured it could offer you comfort." His eyes glimmer with familiarity as he looks at the books, his face softening and he looks past the books and at me, my eyes bashfully flickering away from him,

"You make it extremely hard for me to despise you." He whispers and I fight the urge to use the key in my pocket to take down the shield between us, to step into his cell and wrap my arms around him. There is a part of me that hates seeing him like this, so separated, as if his father didn't create the villain arc that sent Loki on the wrong path.

He's still the wounded, neglected child I've always known.

"I know." I whisper, giving in and pulling the key out of my pocket, watching his eyes widen as he flies up off of the bed, backing away from me as I step into the cell.

"What are you doing? The Allfather-"

"Can kiss my ass." I sigh, tossing the books and my satchel onto the bed as the shield returns to its normal state around us, his eyes frantically looking around but there are no guards to be found

"Best watch your tongue, there are ears everywhere." He whispers, cheeks reddening as I take a step towards him. I haven't been this close to him since before the issue with the Frost Giants, since he found out about his true lineage.

After that, I went sent to help the Vanir with their dwarf issue while Loki went out and killed thousands on Midguard. There's a part of the truly believes that, had I been there, I could've stopped him.

"Like I said. Your mother sent me." I shrug, our toes bumping as I stand in front of him, head tilted cutely up at him as I take in his company. "You need a haircut, Lokes. This is horrendous." I whisper, reaching up to brush some curls from his face, his eyes not leaving mine for a second.

"Did she send for you to help me escape or just to tease me?" He asks, batting my hand away as he circles around me like a predator hunting its prey.

"To give you company." I shrug, allowing him to look around my person for any weapons but the only one I brought with me was my wit.

"And why would you wish to be my company?" He asks, sitting back down on his bed and flipping through some of the pages and I make my way over to him, standing between his parted legs.

"Believe it or not, I have missed you." His brows furrow, not entirely believing me as he sets his books to the side, his palms flattening on the tops of his thighs.

"You are lying." He whispers, voice wavering.

"Am I? You are the God of Lies, are you not?" My eyes flicker back and forth between his, hands trembling at my side as I bite at the inside of my cheeks. "Look in my eyes and tell me whether or not I'm lying then." He pauses, shifting anxiously in his spot as I sit down beside him, taking his silence as agreement that I am indeed not lying.

"I..." He trails off, biting at his lip. "You are here, are you not?" He asks, distrust written all over his face and my brows furrow in innocent confusion.

"What do you mean?" My hands reach over to take his hands in mine, his whole body relaxing into my touch. He lets out a loud, relieved sigh head lolling forward.

"You are not a figment of my magic that I have created to soothe my mind?" His voice is heavy and sad, hands shaking in mine as I soothe my thumb over his bruised knuckles.

"And why would you do that?"

"Believe it or not, I have missed you." He teases but his smile falls when I abandon his hands, raising my hands to his cheeks instead. He nearly collapses into me, a small gasp leaving him, his eyes fluttering shut in content.

"I am here." His arms move, wrapping around my waist, to pull me awkwardly flush against him as his hand cradles the back of my head.

"I have not seen you since my father tossed you away to help the folk on Vanaheimr." He whispers, his voice having a hint of desperation in it. "I believe his choice in that was more to punish me for the issues with the Frost Giants."

"They needed me." He scoffs, pulling away from me as his eyes roll.

"I needed you." My jaw slacks at his confession, eyes looking at him as he tilts his head tauntingly at me, his eyes looking down to where my hands rest on his thigh. "It appears you needed me too, am I wrong?" There's a flirtatious hint to his voice, his lip tucked between his teeth as my stomach drops as if I had missed a step going down a flight of stairs.

"Stop talking like that."

"Or what?" He asks, the evil back in his eyes, and I can see his brain creating an agenda. "Are you going to hit me with your tiny fists?" He jests, picking my wrists up in his hands and flailing my hands about with a condescending laugh.

"You're making this very hard for me." I whine, shoving him away from me as he huffs, brows pulling together in confusion. "You told me to go and lust after my men." I let out a hefty sigh as I rise to my knees, loving the confused look that passes across Loki's face as I swing a leg over his own, planting myself firmly on his lap. "Here I am. And you're being cruel to me." My hand slides up his jaw, giving him a moment to process the sudden intimacy.

"What're you-"

"Enemies, Loki? You and I?" I ask but he gives me an incredulous look. "We've been clumsily tripping over each others arousal for one another since we were barely old enough to understand what it means." It's as if I've stolen the words from his mouth and the breath from his lungs, his hands clenching into fists at my sides. "It's not hatred, it's lust." My thumb tilts his chin upwards, our nose bumping into one another.

"Mine feels a lot like hatred." Loki mutters my hands pulling his hands up to my waist, urging him to touch me.

"I think that's just your ego crippling because you like me on top of you instead of beneath you." He grins wickedly at me, my lips parting as his neck cranes, barely connecting our lips in a brief kiss, my stomach flipping at the feeling. "I've wanted to kiss you for 90% of our lives." I mumble against his lips, wrapping my arms around his neck to pull him into a tight hug.

"Why haven't you?" He asks, clutching. me tightly to him as if I will vanish at any moment.

"Because you're the most irritating man in all of the nine realms." I laugh, pulling back to pull him into another kiss, one much more heated than the first one. This has years and years of wanting and pining behind it, my fingers tangling in his hair as he pulls me tightly to him.

"The most irritating man is also the object of your affection, am I not?" He growls, dipping down to drag his nose against the column of my throat, pulling a breathy moan from me.

"Careful or Frigga will have a lot to explain when I break you out of here and lock you in my chambers." I threaten but his chest rumbles in laughter, fingers gripping into my waist. He has a wide grin on his lips, as he scoots me further on his lap, my lips brushing against his but not giving him what he wants.

"I'm afraid you're going to have to kill me in order to leave this cell. I'm never letting go of you now." He whispers, his words brooding and stern but his eyes only show relief and admiration.

"Oh, the God of Mischief is possessive, huh?"

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[acciotherapists]

Far From Home (Chapter 13: The Letter)

Loki x Reader

Y/n Y/l/n never thought her past would come back to find her. After all who would look for her on Midgard? But one day in the small town of Puento Antiguo her world is turned upside down when an old friend turns up, threatening everything she has built and the people she’d fought so hard to protect. What happens when the life she left behind finally catches up with her? What happens when the old flame she thought had burned out reignites within her?

Warnings: language (sorry, Steve), eventual smut (slow burn), angst, some mentions of torture (most things won’t be detailed but anything that gets a bit more specific will be warned at the beginning of the chapter)

The next few days passed in a blur. Odin had tried to visit but I sent him away. Every time I saw his face I could only see Loki falling to his death. Sif, Heimdall, and the Warriors Three had also been in to visit me and I tried my best to be friendly with them, though it was hard when Sif and the Warriors Three had never really liked Loki in the first place. They tried to be sympathetic to the loss but I could see they didn’t truly understand the grief that came with losing him. Mia had wanted to keep me in the healing room a bit longer for observation so I stayed a few days longer than Heimdall had. When she finally released me I was greeted by Thor, Sif, the Warriors Three, and Odin as I stepped out of the healing room, Frigga holding my arm.

“Welcome back, your highness,” Sif said as she gave a small bow. I smiled at her, allowing Frigga to lead me down the hall. I could hear the Warriors Three laughing joyously. Making conversation as we neared the door to my old room. Odin stood next to us but he didn’t say a word and I was perfectly fine with his silence.

As we reached the door to my room the pit in my stomach grew. Frigga gently pushed the door open and I walked inside the dimly lit room. I took a breath, stepping into my childhood bedroom as the tears began forming behind my eyes once again. I took a look around the room, noticing how nothing seemed to have changed. Nothing was out of place in the beautiful room I’d spent most of my life in. The book I was reading lay untouched on the table next to my bed and the clothes I’d taken off that morning lay untouched in the hamper. I could see traces of dust around certain items that hadn’t been moved in decades. It appeared as if no one had entered this room since I’d left. My fingertips moved along the bedframe before touching the silk sheets. There was slight wrinkling along the top of the sheets as if someone had laid on top of them but hadn’t wanted to disturb the freshly made bed. I picked up the book from my bedside table, blowing off the dust. 1984. It was a Midgardian book Loki had gotten me just a few days prior for my birthday. I felt Thor’s hand on my shoulder as I opened the book, Loki’s handwriting staring up at me from the cover. 

I smiled softly at the words on the page as I set the book down before turning toward the door. Odin, Frigga, and Thor stood in the doorway, small smiles on their faces as they stared at me. I could see they were waiting for me to say something but I had no words. There was nothing I could say that would change anything. This was my home and being back here felt amazing but I can’t stay, not while I’m still being hunted.

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The next few days passed agonizingly slow as I grew accustomed to being back in my old room, surrounded by the only family I’d ever known. Odin had tried to visit several times but I couldn’t bring myself to talk to him. Everytime I heard his voice I could only hear him telling Loki ‘no.’ A simple word, though it had changed everything for us. In that moment Loki let go and I lost a part of myself along with him.

Days turned into weeks, the same thing day in and day out. I hadn’t left my room in weeks and no one knew I had returned. I begged Frigga not to let Odin announce my return and I tried to think of a way to return to earth. 

A knock on my door pulled me from my thoughts and I rolled over in bed, pulling the blanket over my face. It was practically clockwork at this point. Every day, at the same time, Odin would arrive at my door asking me to let him in, to let him explain. I wanted no part of it.

“Y/n?”

No, Loki.

Loki’s face flashed in my mind as I heard Odin’s voice. The way he’d told Thor to grab me, knowing I would’ve wanted to let go, desperately trying to hold onto him. The way the hope had left his eyes as his father spoke and his hand had slipped from mine. These were things I could never forget and each image was played on a loop every time I heard Odin’s voice.

Take a hint! I thought to myself as he went through the same speech he’d been spouting for the last several weeks. Talk to me, daughter. Let me explain. You don’t understand, child. Loki was out of control. All things I’d heard before. I waited for him to finish his speech, hoping he would leave soon after, but this time he said something I never expected.

“I can send you back to Midgard.”

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I can send you back to Midgard.

My breath hitched as he spoke but I couldn’t give in. For all I knew this could be some cruel trick.

“Just think about it, Y/n. If that is what you truly want… I will send you back to Midgard. There would be dire consequences but if it’s what you want… come find me.”

With that he left, his footsteps echoing down the hallway as they slowly grew quieter.

He didn’t show up for the next few days and for that I was grateful. The only people who showed were Frigga and Thor as usual, but I couldn’t bring myself to tell them about what Odin had said. Would he truly send me back to Midgard? I didn’t want to get my hopes up but I couldn’t help it and I wondered if he meant what he’d said.

The servants were growing concerned as to who the newcomer was that hadn’t been outside of the old princess’s room. Many were starting to figure it out but Odin would quiet them immediately and forbid them from speaking of it. The only people allowed in my room were Thor, Frigga, and two maids whom Odin greatly trusted. Even my previous maids were forbidden from entering my room. As far as anyone was concerned the castle had a visitor from another realm who wished for privacy. As for why she was staying in the princess's room no one knew. That last bit was harder to sell than the rest but Odin seemed to be an expert at lying.

A knock on my door pulled me from my thoughts as Frigga announced herself and I told her to enter.

She made her way into the room, taking a seat on my bed. She held a small envelope in her hands and her eyes were filled with tears as she began to speak.

“I… found this in the throne room. It’s addressed to you,” she said, looking down at the envelope in her hands before placing it into mine. Loki’s handwriting stared up at me from the envelope, my name scribbled onto the front. Frigga gently patted my hand before standing up.

“I’ll give you some space to read it,” she said, closing my door behind her. 

I quickly opened the envelope, pulled the letter out and began reading.

Y/n,

I’m sorry you had to find out about things this way, my love, but I’m glad to know you are alive. Thor is alive and he’s coming for me, love. I’ve tried to protect our realm from his rule but they cannot see the good I’m trying to do. They cannot see how glorious Asgard could become. I don’t know if you’ll get this or not but I hope it finds its way to you if they lock me away. They’ll never let me anywhere near you if they get their way. I don’t know what’s going to happen to me, love, but in case something goes wrong… I want you to have a way out. I love you more than anything and I want us to have a future together but I fear Odin will never let you see me, not if Thor stops me from destroying Jotunheim. In case things go awry, check the bottom of your wardrobe. I’ve left a little escape for you in case you want a way out. I know they’ll try to turn you against me but I hope someday you’ll be able to forgive me for what I’ve done. 

Love,

Loki

Tears were streaming down my face and small sobs escaped my lips as I folded the letter and returned it to the envelope. I took a breath breath as the words replayed in my mind. I’ve left a little escape for you in case you want a way out. I looked up, my wardrobe staring back at me, almost daring me to open it and search for Loki’s hidden escape plan. My heart clenched as Frigga’s face flashed in my mind. I’d finally returned home and now I was planning to leave again. I tucked the envelope in my bedside drawer. I couldn’t discard it but I couldn’t act on it either, not yet. 

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[mimisempai]

Dear Loki - Chapter 2/7

Summary:

Loki, bored while waiting for Mobius in his office, starts to explore the drawers of his lover’s desk and finds a bunch of letters addressed to him...

On AO3 Rating G

Dear Loki,

I guess I should have known better, you're a trickster first and foremost, so it was sure you would want to fool us. To fool me. Even if I had the slightest hope that... but no, I realized that it was still too early for you to know that you could trust me.

I wouldn't say it didn't hurt, but I understand.

Ravonna and the others didn't catch on and only saw you responding to your nature. But I know it was a way for you to regain control.

I am untying my tie now and I must say that you almost had me at the elevator.

Loki smiled at the memory of that moment.

"I mean, it is adorable that you think you could possibly manipulate me. I’m ten steps ahead of you. I’ve been playing a game of my own all along."

"What, charm your way in front of the Time-Keepers, hustle them, and seize control of the TVA? Am I getting warm? A double cross by history’s most reliable liar."

How irritated he had been to see that once again Mobius had read him like an open book. But what had probably pissed him off the most was to see that it didn't seem to affect Mobius. 

And above all what had destabilized him for a long time was that whatever he had done, the man had never stopped showing him respect, had never turned his back on him. 

Damn it! Mobius had gone so far as to plead his case with Ravonna.

"Okay. Why are you in there sticking your neck out for me?"

"I’ll give you two options, and you can believe whichever one you want."

"A, because I see a scared little boy, shivering in the cold.

And you kinda feel bad for that ice runt."

"Or B, I just wanna catch this guy, and I’ll tell you whatever I need to tell you."

Loki resumed his reading of the letter.

You asked me why I was sticking my neck out for you?

Well, I did answer you, but a little dishonestly I must admit. Because A and B were just part of a big answer that I wasn't ready to tell you yet.

I want to save you because I know you are able to make good and great things. But you are not ready to hear it yet. And your attempt to fool me is proof of that.

And your answer confirmed it to me.

Loki remembered that he had been stung by being called a scared little boy but also by being exposed in this way. He didn't want pity or compassion. And he had told Mobius so.

"I don’t need your sympathy."

"Good, ’cause I’m runnin’ out of it."

How angry he had been to find himself doing the work of lowly people. But perhaps it had been the first time in a long time that he didn't have to flail around, so he'd grown into it. 

Loki remembered with a kind of happiness those moments when he had begun to believe that things could be different.

He laughed as he read the next part of Mobius' letter.

I can't believe that in just a few moments you were able to turn everything upside down so much. Okay, okay let's be honest I believe it because it's you. But this time it's not you against the world, it's you and me for the right cause. At least I think so. 

I have a weird feeling about this.

But then again I avoid showing it since as you said yourself, I make even the end of the world sound boring. 

I guess someone like me must be perfectly boring indeed. 

Loki remembered with sharpness these words pronounced in Pompei.

"Oh, Mobius! You make even the end of the world sound boring."

In his enthusiasm, he had probably been hurtful. But he hoped that in time Mobius would know that Loki found him anything but annoying. In fact, Mobius was probably the person who surprised him most in the universe. 

Loki also knew that assuming that people knew certain things made you forget to tell them. Maybe he should reaffirm to Mobius in a clear way that he did not find him boring. Not at all.

I am taking this letter back as you are asleep in front of me on a pile of files. You look so peaceful that I don't want to wake you up. If it were up to me I wouldn't wake you up. But unfortunately time is short.

Loki also remembered this vividly, after all that he had been through, he had tasted a few minutes of rest. He had fallen asleep with the awareness of Mobius' presence, but without feeling threatened by it for a single second. In fact there was something about this man that made Loki instinctively trust him. He had told him that he knew almost everything about his life after all, and yet he still treated him with respect. Perhaps it was this that made Loki prompt to trust him.

That's great, I never thought you would be interested in my passion. I feel like I got carried away with telling you about jet skiing. Then you pointed out how much fun it would be to actually do it. But unfortunately I know the reality of my life and that it can only be a dream.

Even though they had since fulfilled Mobius' dream, Loki had not forgotten Mobius' expression at the mention of jet skiing for real. There had been a melancholy written all over his being and Loki wondered how much Mobius had deprived himself of for the sake of his mission within the TVA. 

He made a promise to himself to do his best to discover and realize all the dreams of his beloved.

Now that I'm resuming writing this letter you're gone. You preferred to follow this variant rather than wait for me.

But I thought that maybe...

I thought I had read something just before in the archives when you found the place where the variant was...

Loki remembered exactly which moment he was mentioning.

"You’re gonna take my job if I’m not careful."

Mobius had looked at him with such validation in his eyes. The kind of approval he had always craved. The kind he would have liked to read in the eyes of Odin, his mother, his brother, without the glimmer of disappointment that often followed.

Loki remembered very clearly the pride he had felt at that moment.

Then there had been Roxxcart.

Loki had been touched by the way Mobius did not want to be separated from him. He had been lucid enough to recognize in the midst of the indignation and anger, the desire to protect him.

But Loki had shattered everything soon after, or so he thought when it happened.

Probably one of the most difficult decisions Loki had to make.

As he had walked through the time door, he had been unable to stop himself from looking back at Mobius who was running and calling his name, but Loki had to know. He couldn't help it. And he had walked through.

You left.

You turned around and left.

Did you even feel regret when you saw me running towards you?

Was everything I felt in the last few hours just smoke and mirrors?

Did you respect and trust me?

I am 

How could you

You 

Why

No, I can't believe that it was all fake, that it was all tricks from the god of mischief. 

I'll keep believing, until I find you and you tell me the truth.

I will wait.

I will find you and I will know.

Still with hope.

Mobius.

Loki folded the letter and placed it carefully back in the drawer.

Even so, Mobius had given him the benefit of the doubt.

There was something humbling about being the object of such devotion.

He couldn't wait for Mobius to come back to show him all the love his heart was filled with after reading this letter.

He looked at the time that had passed.

Thirty minutes at most.

He grabbed the next letter.

Dear Loki... Other chapters here

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[beautifulblooms]

Loki General Headcanons

GN! Reader, fluffy general headcanons for my favorite trickster, kinda half-assed but sweet regardless

CIS Women and Female Aligned people, please DNI, this story and all of my others are for non-binary, masculine aligned and male readers!

So it’s very interesting

He’s soft for you, oh so soft

But he’s also the main cause of your headaches

And especially if you two live in Avengers Tower or at the compound

(We’re gonna pretend like he didn’t die, let me have my happiness and be gay)

Cuddles all the time

You better like books or you’re going to learn to love them

Greatly enjoys reading with or to you

Doesn’t matter what time of day or where you two are

Just enjoys being in your presence

Imagine him reading in a library at like the tower or the compound or fucking wherever

Then all of a sudden you walk in with two cups of tea and a blanket

That man is going to fall even harder in love somehow

Loves when you’re willing show interest in the things he loves

So seeing you come sit next to him

With a cup of tea for the both of you(made exactly the way he likes it btw)

And then you just cuddling into him while sipping your cup and waiting for him to read

He would fucking die

Now he doesn’t care if you’re from Earth, if you’re from Asgard, or wherever the fuck you’re from

If he loves someone he’s gonna go after them

And when he saw you he basically did the stereotypical heart eyes with the stop and stare

But if you are Asgardian, definitely met you at one of the events he was forced to go to by Thor and Odin

I like to imagine that he sits on the side at all events

But watches the festivities take place, even if he will never join them

Whilst gazing at the people dancing and joyously drinking much more than they should

He spots this gorgeous individual in the most befitting attire for them and the event dancing gracefully

Not knowing what to do he simply stares at you for the rest of the evening

At some point you do in fact catch on to his stares and wander over

“My prince, I do hope this isn’t rude of me to ask but, why have you been staring at me?”

He can’t comprehend how pretty you are close up and is just stunned there with his glass to his lips

“I um, sorr, it’s just that you looked like you were having so much fun and well your outfit fits you very well”

“Oh, thank you, I do think green really is your color, it really matches your eyes quite well”

That one comment leaves the prince stunned and unable to speak or move

You stood there for a few more moments before speaking again

“My prince? I’m sorry if that comment was a little much of me to say, I’ll be going now, have a lovely evening your majesty”

Turning away you tried to leave the area, only to be grabbed back by the princes hand grabbing at your hand

“Please don’t go, I’ve never seen someone so beautiful and I’d hate to lose them now”

Facing the prince once more you smiled lightly before sitting beside him to chat a bit more

Talking through the rest of the event, you soon grew tired as dawn broke across the Asgardian horizon

Yawning between every few sentences your eyes become droopy

Loki took notice very quickly and offered you to follow him to a more comfortable sleeping area

How were you to deny the prince of all people in this state

Grabbing his hand you slowly followed behind him to an unknown area

Walking up to his private quarters, Loki pushed opened the door and pulled you in before shutting it behind you

“Here lay down here, I’ll keep watch to make sure no one disturbs you”

“Please sleep as well my prince, I kept you up all night talking”

Loki blushed lightly, agreeing to your wishes and laying beside you

Once on the bed, you scooted closer to him unknowingly in your tired daze

He couldn’t help but wrap his arms around you and pull you closer to his chest

Just before falling asleep Loki whispered into the quiet room

“Goodnight my dear, sleep well and dream sweetly”

#loki x reader #marvel #loki laufyeson #gn reader

[worstloki]

Hey. I was wondering, how do you think Loki would be in a school setting? I used to imagine he would be class clown who's lowkey super clever and aces every test. But the more I delve in to meta, I think he'd actually be a quiet student who doesn't ever put their hand up to answer questions & doesn't ever want to do group projects (I mean, who does), & just keeps to himself at the back of the class, avoids interaction with students and teachers, but is super smart. I dunno I just really wanna talk about it with someone, any takes on headcanon student Loki?

okay so the thing here is that not only is Loki outspoken in the comics but from his interactions in Thor 1 we know that despite the mocking comments Loki still makes suggestions and comments when he wants to get things across. Keep in mind that this is after a thousand years, despite the scene at the beginning of the film where Loki Thor and Odin are in the vault and Loki asks “do the frost giants still live” and his question gets ignored. as a child. 

All interpretations are valid of course, but I’m currently thinking he’d be the one kid that always asks the “but why?” and “so basically...” questions and throws humour that will definitely go over most people’s heads in while doing it. 

Maybe one day he’ll sit at the back and read a book because he already knows everything the teacher can teach him, and the next he’ll be in the middle row asking for clarification and debunking things by summarizing an entire lesson in 1 sentence and then dragging the teacher onto a tangent which distracts the entire class and gets them discussing the logistics of a dragon airport or something because even when everyone who isn’t the teacher tells him to shut his mouth he doesn’t listen and being ignored has virtually no effect on him. 

#think the closest MCU comparison would be a combination of MJ and Peter? #like... #if he has something to say he'll say it but he'll make sure he knows what he's talking about so they're not dumb questions to laugh at #loki's been getting shut up since he was 12ish and he never listened if 'silvertongue' as a nickname to make fun of is any indication #he's that person who will make sure he's in his right to ask a question and then he'll rapid fire with them #if he's in a situation where it would be inappropriate he'd keep his mouth shut obviously #he's not RUDE and genuinely WANTS TO LEARN if there's anything he can #his sass will only be understood by 2% of people and it'll be hours later #most likely sif who will go ''oooohh you b*st*rd'' at a pun from hours ago and throw a book at him #a book that loki would smile while catching and turn around to read #maybe the students would hate him #but also the conversations are INTERESTING #and going off-topic is always fun #he's... tolerated #not that you'd be able to tell by looking at him #he acts like everything is fine #if the teacher tells him to be quiet he WILL though #it's like... teachers pet if they were super curious about how everything in the world works

[void-potter]

domestic life with loki

i hope you enjoy this, it’s super fluffy (but it has some minor nsfw at towards the end!). enjoy :)

while loki is the god of mischief, and brings a little too much chaos with him practically everywhere he goes...

you and loki’s settled life together was anything but chaotic. it was pure tranquility in everyway possible

you were convinced this is what heaven was like

you and loki, once you two decided to settle down together, decided to leave the states

and so the two of you found the nicest place to live in ireland

with loki’s magic and what not, you two built a cottage in the middle of a beautiful, endless forest on a large hill

it was the kind where if you followed the path down the hill, it’d lead you to a lovely stream

sometimes you two would spot harmless wild animals pass through the area

there was not another home in sight, but if you walked a couple minutes up and over the other side of the hill, you’d find yourself amidst a gorgeous tiny town

full of locals, cute shops, bookstores, and more

every single morning, without fail, you’d wake up with the rising sun in your face coming in through the windows, before loki pressed a soft, warm kiss on your forehead

he’d make his way out (and you’d admire his shirtless back as he walked away) and into the kitchen, where he’d be awaiting you with a cup of tea or coffee

“good morning, darling” and he’d wait for a passionate kiss first before giving you your drink

every. single. morning.

your day to day routines would vary a little bit each day

sometimes you two would hop on your bikes, or walk into town hand-in-hand

you’d stop at a farmer’s market, as loki chose all of his favorite fruits

he’d pull you into the bookstore and would have you close your eyes as he gently dragged your pointer finger along the shelves until you said “stop”

he’d stop, pull out the book, and try to read to you the most romantic passage he could find in it

you blushed every single time.

little shit had such a way with words

you’d stop for some lunch or dessert at a local bakery nearby

if you were feeling really up to it, you and loki would catch a train and visit dublin, or perhaps go all the way to england for a weekend trip

your cottage had a long, winding garden out in the back, so some days you’d tend to it as loki was reading inside, or on the swinging bench

you had music playing while you worked out in the dirt, so you wouldn’t hear loki as he’d come behind you, grab you gently by the waist and kiss you so passionately, you’d drop your gardening tool on the grass

he’d chuckle at your funny gardening hat, kiss you once on the nose, and say “c’mon inside, love. i made tea. you deserve a break”

when it was rainy (which was more often than not), you two would sit outside on your swinging bench under a covered area, and just listen to the sweet sounds of nature

you’d lay your head in loki’s lap as he ran his cool fingers through your hair tenderly

“is this what true peace is?” you’d whisper, just barely over the pouring rain

loki would sigh contently, remembering all of the chaos, violence, and stress from his past. he’d take one loving glance at you, run his fingers over your cheek and say,

“i’ve never known peace until you.”

you smiled shyly, “i love you.”

“and i, you, darling. until the end of our days, and so on.”

“and so on...” you closed your eyes, soaking in the feel of his touch

your absolute favorite pastime with loki, though: baths.

you two were very much fans of skin on skin, not even in a sexual way

loki would magic away the lights, leaving only the soft dim of candles lighting up the bathroom

he’d take you gently by the hand, discard you of the thin robe you were wearing, and carry you into the tub

you two would take turns shampooing and lathering one another. it was so quiet, so peaceful...it was almost meditative

the only sounds you’d let out were soft moans when his fingers would scratch just the right spot on your scalp. he’d laugh softly at that.

there was nothing more tranquil to him than the sounds you made

you’d lay on his chest until the water got cold, then he’d help dry you off and get into bed

but not before another long kiss

(a little nsfw) with you and loki’s home being in such a quiet, secluded place, you two ravished each other and made love almost any place you possibly could

he’d take you on the bed. in the bathtub. on the kitchen table after a candlelit dinner on your anniversary. in the living room while some old movie kept playing.

one time, you and loki had a romantic picnic out in your garden

and he ended up making love to you right there and then on the ground

every moment intimately spent together was nothing short of sweet whispers of affirmations, pleasureable moans, and pure passion

you and loki would also take advantage of the view, and you’d make your way down the hill, and sit by the stream late at night to star-gaze or watch the full moon

loki would point out the stars and tell you the history about them. and if he didn’t know it, you two would name it together

“you see those two stars over there? the ones that look almost...attached by the hip? we can call those after us.”

“you mean our names?”

“yes.”

“you fucking sap.” but you devoured him in a kiss anyways.

sometimes you and loki would turn on soft, intrumental music, and blast it in your living room

you’d walk in wearing a nice, long sundress that drove loki mad, holding two glasses of wine

and he’d pull you in close to him, and you two would sway in each other’s arms for what seemed like hours

when you two were tired, and ready for the day to be over, he’d pull you into him in bed, wrapping his arms around you

you’d press a warm kiss to his neck, and he’d leave one on your forehead. then you two would meet in the middle with a kiss on the lips.

you guys sleep with a window open, letting the sounds of nature filter through

as your eyes began to droop, loki whispers softly by your ear, sending light shivers through your body

“my little dove, i am yours forever.”

pure tranquility. and you wouldn’t have it any other way.

#i am so lonely loki date me pls #loki laufeyson #loki laufeyson x reader #loki odinson x reader #loki imagine #loki x reader #loki odinson #loki #avengers imagine #marvel imagine #tom hiddleston x reader #tom hiddleston

[ace-of-gay]

Its okay, im here

Loki x reader

Warnings: vague mentions of trauma, mentions of abandonment

1094 words

Edited to the best of my ability

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Returning home from a small duo mission all you wanted to do was relax with your boyfriend, but when he doesn't greet you for your arrival, you stop to ask around after not finding him in his room,  no one had given a sufficient answer beyond, I’m not sure, maybe check his room or the library.

The only response you’d gotten that left you with a smile is when you’d turned to Fridays input with her telling you that he left a bit ago for a walk.

Making your way back to your room, or at least the one reserved for you, changing and tossing your uniform in the laundry, you pull out a book from the many adorning the shelves, a book you always come back to, setting the lights low and tucking away into your giant beanbag chair.

Being sucked away into a new universe your mind loves when the silence of your shared floor is too quiet, a universe perfectly fit for you to hide in while waiting for Loki to return, and eventually he does.

walking with a slight reluctance in his step, in all honesty he didn't even notice the note you left him on the desk about the mission, so when he had gotten back  with your shared favorite snack and you weren’t there his heart dropped and let his mind eat away at the lies built by his past.

It was going to happen eventually, everyone eventually leaves, the only one to stick around was the oaf he’s lived around all his life it hurt more than he could express, all he had wanted to do was surprise you with the snack, sit back watching movies and cuddle, but you had abandoned him, you’d disappeared, at least to him you did.

So lost in thought he didn't see stark walk into the common room, "(y/n) was looking for you about 45 minutes ago" startled, he looks up registering what was said, he didn't need to hear anything else before rushing to his room to find it exactly how he left it, he was about to search other parts of the tower before he saw the slight low glint of light flow from under your door.

A chill went down his back at the same time of a calm sensation built its way back into his chest, opening the door he stops just past the hinges, there you sat across the room, one of your favorite books in hand and a smile upon your face as he catches your attention.

"Welcome home my love, how was your walk?"

"Was good, where’d you go? Thought you left me."

Your heart dropped, and you realize he didn't see the note you left him.

"I was on a duo mission with Nat, but I’m right here baby, I’m so sorry i didn't make my note more noticeable"

He nods thinking back to if he even looked for a note, but he hadn't, he spent all of his free time in your bed either hugging your childhood stuffy to his chest or reading, he didn't even ask around he had just assumed you’d left because everyone in his life who has left did it without looking back.

You mark your page and set your book down as you watch his face shift between the emotions settling on lost, getting up and meeting him in a hug half way, his grip on you wraps tighter than usual, desperate to be as close to your warmth as possible, leaning down to let his head fall against you shoulder, running your hand is circles on his back, the poor soul, so easily discarded by everyone, he was so sure you’d done the same.

"I promise I’m here to stay"

He nods but he still seems distant,

Pulling away you lace your fingers with his own.

"my love, what’s got you thinking so hard?, your eyes are glossed over Hun"

the sway in his stance and the gloss of his eyes prompting you to run your thumb soothingly over his fists to tell him to take his time.

Had you known he was fighting with his mind to just initiate the form of contact he’s craved for a few days now you would have done it yourself letting him know its perfectly fine, he shakes his head, ridding his mind of the thoughts, trying to push the anxiety away he just cant do it, worried you don’t want him to touch you, he had no idea you wanted the same thing.

"i- uh, c-can we cuddle please"

you just barely hear the request but once its registered you smile pulling him over to where he had slept for while you were gone and got under the comforter, scooting over for him to join you.

Crawling under the covers as well, leaning into your hold, resting his head on your chest, he’s practically on top of you but you wouldn't have it any other way.

"My love? We’ve been together for several years now, you don’t have to ask if we can cuddle, i will always cuddle up with you"

He nods still busy listening to the beat of of your heart,  "what- what if you’re busy or touch repulsed?"

"Im never to busy to cuddle with you unless we are in combat with enemies, and for being touch repulsed, if i am i would tell you but contact with you is a safe place."

He lifts his head from your chest, pushing himself to hover over you and pressing his forehead against yours, "i love you, so very much" placing a kiss to your lips followed by a second one that is reciprocated.

Falling back into his place letting his head rest atop you sternum again, your left hand intertwined with his right and your right running through his silky hair, his eyes falling closed, the relaxation rolling though his body like waves pushing him under, farther and farther from awareness into sleep, every sensation to his form disappearing other than touch, your warmth coddled him close holding him in his slumber,  soon falling asleep yourself.

You’re the first person to love him the way his mother did, to hold him when he has flashbacks to being controlled, to kiss his tears away until he is okay again, and the first person he goes to when he desires contact where he is the center of attention. He may not be good at saying it all the time but he loves you and his actions speak just as clearly.

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@vbecker10 you wanted me to at you when it was finished (:

Thank you all so much for 200 followers, i appreciate you all so much please let me know if theres anything you'd also like to see,  ive got a little! Loki x reader coming soon

I almost fell asleep while editing this

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[handsomelyhiddleston]

Sticky Notes - Tom Hiddleston x Reader

It all started on the set of Ragnarok. They hadn’t even started filming yet. Table reads, choreography, costume fittings, set development…The cast, crew, and even Taika started finding little notes.

Some were specifically to certain people…

“Your laugh is contagious. Thank you for making this set so down to earth and inviting.” You slipped that into Taika’s (the director’s) fanny pack when he left it on his director’s chair.

“I know how hard you’ve been working on your fight choreography, and I just wanted to let you know you absolutely killed it today!” You left that stuck to Tessa’s (Valkyrie’s) water bottle.  

Some you posted for everyone, like “I know that you all put such amazing effort and time into bringing this movie to life and I just want you all to know that it doesn’t go unnoticed.” That note was posted above a table full of ‘easy to grab’ snacks you laid out such as protein bars, fruit snacks, pretzels, and dried fruit.

This continued well into filming. Everyone had tried to figure out who was leaving these little daily encouragements. It got to the point that Taika started calling you Casper, as in “Casper the Friendly Ghost.” Every day at the start of filming he would say. “Come on guys. Let’s make Casper proud.”

Everyone had a theory. Most thought that it was actually Taika just trying to keep morale up. Taika accused Tom but took it back after some comment about the notes not sounding very British.

Your job on set was to cast extras. While you were present daily, you honestly only had to meet with Taika once or twice a day to make sure the next day’s cast extras were ready. You two fell into an easy rhythm working together and he started asking for your opinion on some other aspects of the set. One late afternoon, after an incredibly chaotic day of filming, Taika decided that he was going to scrap the entire scene and start it over.

He pulled out his phone and sent a text to you, Tom, and Chris. “Today can suck it. I’ve just watched the dailies, and something just isn’t right about that scene. Meet at mine in 30 so we can get ahead of it.” A few seconds later he added, “And for the love of God, someone bring some tequila.”

You laughed at his text, jogging to the trailer you shared with the other casting director. You changed into a pair of shorts and a baggy t-shirt and grabbed your keys and wallet. You jumped in your car so you could make a quick trip to the Starbucks down the street since it appeared it was going to be a long night.

“One Venti iced coffee with milk and 1 sugar, one Grande Americano hot with cream and 2 sugars, one Venti hot latte with vanilla, and one Venti hot water with two earl gray tea bags and four sugars on the side. Can I also get one of the small kid’s milk boxes?” You heard the barista repeat your order back and pulled forward and paid.

When you got to Taika’s trailer, Tom and Chris were already there.

“Oh, bless you” Taika thanked you, taking the Latte from you.

“You’re the best” Chris said, taking the lid off of the Americano so it would cool off a bit.  

“Tom, I grabbed you tea.” You handed him the hot water and two tea bags, setting the sugars and milk next to him so he could make it to his liking.

“You’re too kind” Tom graciously took the hot water from you, noting that you grabbed his favorite kind of tea.

In Taika’s trailer there was a table with a bench on each side. Chris and Tom were sat on one side, leaving a space for you to sit next to Taika.

“Anyone grab the tequila?” you laughed, dropping your keys and wallet on Taika’s counter and sitting at the table with your iced coffee.

Taika grabbed the bottle and sat it down in front of you. “You’re already two swigs behind, love.”

“Bullshit” you laughed. “Prove it. Where are the shot glasses?”

“I said swigs, not shots” Taika smirked. “We don’t have shot glasses.”

“Look at how much is missing from that bottle. I just bought it.” Hemsworth backed Taika up.

You looked at Tom, knowing he would be honest with you.

“Hey, you trust Tom more than me?” Taika pretended to be offended.

“Tom always looks out for everybody. I don’t think he’d let me get two shots drunker than you fools.” You teased Taika, poking his side and sticking your tongue out at him.

“Watch” Taika said, putting his arm around your shoulders and looking towards Tom. “How many swigs did we all take?”

Tom laughed, “I’m sorry darling, but he’s telling you the truth.”  

“Fine, fine.” You opened the bottle and took three swigs, handing it to Taika. “Catch up, then.”

Tom started thinking about the compliment you had given him as he took his third swig of Tequila. He felt flattered that you felt that way, but it also reminded him of one of the notes he had found stuck to his trailer door.

“Okay, we need to re-block this whole scene. It just did not translate from script to screen…” The four of you worked on a few line changes and mapped out a better way to execute the scene for over two hours.

There was a bit of dialogue that Taika felt was getting lost that he really just didn’t want to let go of. “We may just have to mess with this tomorrow while we’re filming.”

“Or you could have Loki say it instead of Thor.” You suggested.

“Could do.” You could tell that Taika was thinking it over.

“Here you have Thor immediately going into another hard-hitting line” you explained. “If that line comes from Loki, it makes it less likely to get lost.”

“I think that will fix this problem too” Chris started underlining other parts of the dialogue.

“What do you think?” Taika looked at Tom.

“I mean, I personally think Loki has already evolved enough at that point in the script that it suits him quite nicely.” Tom explained in a way only Tom can explain.

“I agree” you said. “You guys make Loki grow quite a bit in this film and as usual, Tom is hitting it out of the park. I’m 100% confident he will have conveyed that message to the audience by this point.”

“Thank you for your vote of confidence.” Again, Tom was flattered. However, he was growing more and more suspicious that you were Casper.

“Always” you replied, smiling at Tom as you finished your coffee.

“Let me type this up and we can table read it.” Taika grabbed the papers and went to the other side of the trailer where his computer was set up.

“While you do that, I’m going to steal your restroom for a moment.” Chris stood, throwing his empty coffee cup away and closing the bathroom door. Chris joined Taika a moment later.

“Y/n?” Tom said, kind of quietly.

“What’s up?” Your elbows were resting on the table with your chin sat on your hands.

“Can I ask you something?” Tom didn’t want to bring it up in front of anyone. He didn’t want the notes to stop, but he had to know.

Tom looked a bit serious, but you didn’t know why. “Of course.”

“Are you…” He stopped, reaching his hand into his back pocket to retrieve his wallet. “Is this you?”

Your eyes went wide as Tom pulled a small stack of pink sticky notes out of his wallet, laying them down next to each other. There must have been 10 of them in total. You were touched that he actually kept them. Sometimes you felt silly leaving them for people not knowing if they appreciated them. You tried to play it off, laughing. “I thought those were from Taika?”

He pointed at one of them, reading it quietly. “I tried the tea you always drink. I don’t think it could ever replace my love of coffee, but I wanted you to know it pairs well with a good book.” He pointed to another note. “I know you paid for everyone to Uber home after our last night out. I just wanted to tell you I appreciate you. Thank you for always looking out for us.” You could feel his eyes on you as he moved his hand to a third note. “I envy your ability to capture a room. You’ve got an amazing knack for making those watching you feel whatever emotion you’re trying to convey.” When Tom’s hand moved to the fourth note, you heard Taika’s printer turn on.

“Put them away” you said, trying to stack them quickly. Chris started walking towards you and you grabbed the small stack you had gathered and put them in your pocket.

Tom put the rest back in his wallet. “What do you think?” he asked Taika about the changes he had made.

“I think tomorrow is going to be a lot fuckin’ better.” He passed the printed copies around after joining the two of you back at the table.

Tom’s line went over great, and the dialogue flowed much more smoothly. All of the other changes made the scene feel more natural. When Taika called it a night, Chris laid down on the couch refusing to go back to his own trailer.

“Can I walk you to yours?” Tom asked as you stepped out of Taika’s trailer.

The two of you walked back to your trailer in comfortable silence, tired and a little drunk. When you got to the door, you turned around and pulled the pink notes out of your pocket.

“Please don’t tell anyone?” You placed the notes in Tom’s hand.

“I didn’t plan on it” he replied, tucking them neatly back into his wallet.

“I feel silly now that someone knows it was me. Why did you keep them?” You had to ask. You assumed, at most, that people read them, smiled, and threw them away.

“Hmm…” Tom laughed humorlessly, his eyes focused on his wallet. “I think you’re doing a lot more than you realize when you leave your ‘silly’ little notes.”

His response caught you off guard. He almost sounded…sad? Serious?

“Y/n, I’ve had to work with actors and crew that have made filming a project miserable. Whether they were rude or critical or just an absolute diva, there is always someone to bring the room down.” He put his wallet away and looked you in the eyes. “I wish you knew how many of us have kept these notes. Taika has them in the glovebox of his car. The catwalk above the set is covered in notes you’ve left the crew. They’re stuck all over the mirrors in the make-up trailer so that the cast sees them first thing in the morning.”

Your eyes went wide. “What?”

Tom put his hands on each of your arms as if to ensure you were paying attention. “An encouraging word or a genuine compliment can change someone’s entire day, y/n. You have no way of knowing what life has dealt any of these people. They could be depressed or stressed out or wishing they hadn’t woken up that morning…and all of a sudden they receive a tiny bit of kindness from someone and it makes it that much easier to get through another day. Maybe even with a smile on their face.”

Tom wore a soft smile and even though you felt a bit overwhelmed, you couldn’t help but smile back. “Thank you for telling me that.” You moved towards him, pulling him into a tight hug.

“Please don’t forget it.” Tom pulled back a bit and pressed a quick kiss to your cheek. “I hope you get a good night’s sleep.”

“You, too.” You watched Tom walk away before slipping into your shared trailer.

Over the next few weeks, Tom had left you multiple green sticky notes with compliments written on them.

“You looked stunning yesterday”

“Thank you for still being a good listener when I go on rants about things you couldn’t care less about”

“Taika was bragging about you to someone on the phone. I just wanted you to know. I know sometimes you hesitate to suggest your ideas, but you shouldn’t.”

“I appreciate how much time you spend making this a better set to work on.”

“You are an incredible friend.”

You’d find at least one note a day and for every note he left you, you’d leave one for him. The two of you got quite a bit closer after he found out about your secret. You’d spend breaks on set together and often times wound up back in Taika’s trailer with him and Chris. You cuddled and flirted and shared more than a few loving glances, but you never went any further. It felt like it was turning into something more, but Tom was such a gentleman you couldn’t tell.

The note you found this morning, however, completely caught you off guard. The filming was almost done and everyone’s time on set was almost over. You had just sat down next to the director’s chair and opened your laptop. There, stuck to the screen, was a green sticky note. “Darling, would you please be mine?”

You looked up at Tom on stage only to find him already looking at you. He lifted his brow and tilted his head, waiting for your response. You couldn’t help but smile as you nodded ‘yes’.

Taika looked between you, noticing the interaction and intentionally teasing you. “Oi, what’s this then?”

Tom turned, trying to hide his grin by talking to Chris. You closed your laptop to hide the sticky note.

“Nah, I saw you two. Don’t pretend like I’m crazy.” Taika was still looking back and forth between you and Tom.

“Maybe you’re still drunk from last night” you teased, putting your laptop in its bag so you could retrieve the note later.

“Oh, sure.” He dropped it, knowing he’d bring it up tonight when you all gathered in his trailer.

The rest of the filming flew by crazy fast. You and Tom had decided that you would go stay with him in New York until the press junkets and interviews started. When the premier rolled around, you two were already publicly dating so you got to escort him down the red carpet. It had been just over a year since the two of you had started dating.

As the credits for the film started rolling, you felt like you were walking down memory lane. So many people go into making movies of this scale and watching all of the names roll by, one by one, really puts that into perspective. You’d met almost all of these people and worked closely with quite a few of them. As the credits came to an end, you saw that Taika had added an extra credit.

The last few “SPECIAL THANKS” credits were in order as listed…

“The filmmakers acknowledge the assistance of the New Zealand Government’s Screen Production Grant”

“The filmmakers would like to acknowledge the Yugambeh and Bundjalung Peoples of Australia”

“The director would like to thank ‘Casper’, Ragnarok’s own personal friendly ghost”

It had been a year since you’d written one of those notes and it caught you off guard. Tom put his arm around your shoulders, pressing a kiss to your temple. “I told you.”

You and Tom mingled amongst your friends at the after party. Taika was flying. He was so happy with how it turned out and grateful for such a positive response. Everyone in the cast was telling stories from filming and catching up with their friends. By the time you two got back to your hotel room, you were blissfully tipsy and exhausted. You slipped out of your dress and threw on a baggy t-shirt before washing your face and getting ready for bed. When you left the bathroom, you saw Tom sitting on the edge of the bed in his pajamas with a soft, warm smile gracing his beautiful face. He was wearing his glasses and his hair was a mess and he could not have been more attractive if he tried.

“How are you feeling?” he asked, pulling you to stand between his legs.

“Pretty good. How about yourself?” you put your arms around his neck and pressed your lips to his.

“I think there’s only one thing that could make me happier in this moment.” He answered.

You thought he was being a bit cheeky, so you replied with, “oh, yeah? I wonder what that could be.”

Tom reached behind him on the bed and pulled out a small box with a worn, green sticky note on top of it. He didn’t say anything, letting you read it. It was the same note he had left stuck to your laptop screen. “Darling, would you please be mine?” Only now the word “forever” was written at the bottom.

#Tom Hiddleston #Tom Hiddleston x reader #Tom Hiddleston imagine #loki

[christinebloodwrittings]

So may I please request Jotun Loki and y/n who like hide and seek as y/n's so small I imagine Loki would like hunting her down and giving her cuddles and kisses when he catches her!!

You ask I write! Thank you for your request 💚

I hope you like it! 💖

*My requests are open*

Pairing: Jotun Loki x Fem!Reader

Words: 1567

Summary: Hide and seek is always fun...until you don't find them anymore.

Warnings: Angst.

Loki Taglist: @otakumultimuse-hiddlewhore @high-functioning-lokipath @thereadinggeek @lucky-foxface

Seeking For You

“Where are you?” You heard Loki's singsong voice approaching. “I'm going to find you” holding back a giggle you saw his feet move away from the bed towards the closet, you wanted to change position to keep him searching, but in the moment you stepped from under the bed his big hand grabbed you and swooped you off the floor.

“Gotcha!” he smiled triumphant, setting you on his hand so you would be giving him your back. "How's the score going so far love?" he made you look over the small blackboard by the window, “Five to one” you dryly read while he laughed at you, kissing your back.

“Aw, don't be a sore loser my love, you'll win next time" you gave him the 'fuck you' cat look then turn around. “You love me?" you knew his puppy eyes were behind you. With a defeated grunt you let him kiss you, "Yes, of course I love you, you big blueberry, but you'll see soon enough, I'll get my revenge” you pouted.

It was so much fun playing hide and seek with your family, with Loki it was fun too, until he started making fun of you every time he won. Eventually you grew sick of it.

Thus began the plan, you were going to disappear, you were going to hide so well so that Loki could not find you, you were going to teach him a lesson. You studied the whole palace and finally found the perfect place to hide, you were ready, you just needed to entice him to play.

And what’s stronger than his libido? His competitive spirit – Ok no, but at least he won’t turn down a game –.

You found him in his study room, a book in his hand and a cup of tea in the other. He looked so calm and adorable as he smiled while reading. "Loki, I'm ready for a rematch" His eyes immediately left his book, he put on his playful face and got up from the sofa by the window.

"Very well, but no scandals if you lose my love" 'oh no, he didn't' you thought "You know what to do" you singsong voice echoed as you ran down the corridor, hearing him counting to 30 as you did.

There’s one place in the palace that he doesn’t dare to go to, and as much as it hurts you to use such a dirty trick on him, the portrait room is the perfect place.

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“My love, where are you?” Loki turned around the bed, using his singsong voice. Once you tried the same hideout again because you thought you could make him think that you wouldn’t hide in the same spot twice, but you weren’t under the bed, or in the closet, nor the bathroom or the kitchen. He thought he would find you behind the throne, but he only saw dust and spiders.

“Okay my love, you stepped up your game, I love it” He almost destroyed all the flowers looking for you, "Where are you!" Her voice went from being funny to containing a deep feeling, fear. "Find her, she has not left the castle, search each crack if necessary" he ordered the guards, and although they did it just as Loki said, they didn’t find you.

"We search everywhere, my lord, but there is no trace of lady Y/n" Loki hit the armrest of the throne. He showed seriousness and anger, when in fact he was scared out of his mind.

“Well played my love, you win, you are the ultimate winner!” he spoke into an empty hallway to see if you would come out of one of the rooms.

“Y/n where are you! I’m not playing anymore, come out now!” he shouted angry into another, holding back tears as he moved to the next.

“Y/n I get it, I teased you too much, I made you angry and you’re trying to teach me a lesson. I understand, now could you please come out?!” He wasn’t holding back; his tears left a path of frozen drops as he walked.

“My love please, I need to hug you, please come to me my beloved!” His voice breaking and choking out as he passed another set of doors, all exactly the same every time.

“Alright! Don't come back! Like I need you anyway, I don't want you attached to me later, like a fucking leech!” He stormed off and went back to his room, slamming the door shut.

You were with headphones the whole time, that’s why you didn’t noticed the guards looking for you, but when it was his voice you took them off and heard the horrible words he spoke. Your heart clenched painfully inside you. Something deep inside your mind told you he was just angry, but it didn’t stopped the hurting.

At dinner time, Loki ate alone with his father. "Where is Y/n son?" his father noticed your absence quickly, Loki just grunted and kept eating, clearly ignoring the question. Laufey just sighed "What did you do to her?" He was not surprised; he knew that his son had said something bad for you to be away from him.

"We were playing and she just disappeared, just that" at Loki's apparent anger, Laufey just laughed. "Of course, I should have imagined it, she finally got tired of you making fun of her" he laughed so much that tears fell from his eyes, “She will come to you when she's ready, meanwhile take her plate and wait, when she comes back listen to her, just open up to listen” his father excused himself from the room, leaving his son to deal with his situation.

What if you never came back? Was there somewhere he hadn't looked for you? Eventually you would have to come out of hiding, but the castle is big, someone like you could easily come and go without problem and without being seen. Maybe you went to town while he was looking for you like crazy? Then he would have nothing to worry about, you would come back soon due to the cold, then he could hold you in his arms.

But you never missed dinner, maybe and just maybe, "Did she hear me scream?" The fear that you might have misinterpreted his anger pierced his heart, how could he be so stupid?

When he returned to the room, he recognized your silhouette in bed, already asleep. He left the plate on the nightstand and knelt down to kiss you, however when you felt him close you moved away from him.

"Y/n" Loki whispered hoping you were awake, "What?" You were clearly in a bad mood, you weren't even wearing your pajamas, "Love, I'm sorry" you hummed in disbelief, “What exactly Loki? I’m afraid I don’t see much to be sorry about” his heart hurt at your cold treatment, “I’m sorry for mocking you, I got my competitive spirit take the best in me, would you please forgive me?” he was sincere, on the verge of tears, his hands shaking at not knowing what you were thinking.

Kicking the sheets away from your body in a violent way, you got off the bed in the direction of the bathroom, fuming angrily. Loki stopped you by colonizing his hand in front of you, but he made it worse, “Darling” he tried to coax you, "Is that all you have to say? Or maybe if I forgive you, you're just going to call me a leech again every time you get mad? That was beyond uncalled for!” but you confirmed his fear, you heard him.

“Y/n please, I’m sorry, I swear I didn’t meant it, I was just too scared because I couldn’t find you. I don't dislike playing this with you, but it makes me anxious not to find you, or even to think that you might take a wrong turn and lose yourself. If I didn't have you I wouldn't know what to do, I love you Y/n” despite your attempts to stay angry with him, his voice so broken, his warmth so close to you, you just couldn't refuse to hug him.

"My love, do you want me to dress you?" you nodded, rushing to get your pajamas out from under your pillow.

Loki was fascinated by being useful to you, even with something as simple as helping you get comfortable. His fingers slid the heavy garments that kept you away from the cold, he attached your back to his chest to keep you warm while he placed the cotton shirt on you. The same with the pants, only he stopped to leave a couple of kisses behind your thighs, which made you smile sheepishly.

“There. Y/n, I promise not to tease you anymore, but please don’t do that to me again” your face was hidden in the crook of his neck, feeling how it vibrate when he spoke, “If you call me a leech again I swear I’ll be on the first ship back to earth” you meant it as a joke, but it came off real, “Fair enough dear” he stroked your hair gently with his hand, “I love you Loki, I’m sorry I played dirty” kisses everywhere, Loki took you in his hand and kissed your face whole and your neck, “Well played love, you are the winner, now and always”.

#loki fanfic #loki laufeyson #loki of asgard #loki x female reader #loki #loki fic #loki x y/n #loki fanfiction #loki fics #loki angst #jotunn #loki of jotunheim #jotun loki x reader #jotun loki #rightful king of jotunheim #loki reader insert

[donaweasley]

Their Little Secret

Pairing: Loki x Fem!Reader

Plot: This can be read as a sequel to What If or even as a solo.

The reader and Loki have been best friends for long, but eventually realised that it was more than just friendship. As they secretly step into a new world, the entire team, unbeknownst to it all, makes it their mission to make the love birds realise and confess what they feel for each other.

Warnings: Fluff, slight angst in relationship, a happy ending! Oh! And late-night hazards and a long read. Sorry!

Read time: ~26 mins

“(Y/N), could you please take a look at this once?”

Loki waltzed in through (Y/N)’s door with a file in his hand. She was reading a book, when he knocked.

“It’s pretty late. I thought you said you’d go straight to bed. What are you doing with this poor old piece of rat-food now?”

“I did. But then I couldn’t sleep. So...I thought of doing something boring enough to lull me to sleep. But this old file actually turned out to be quite interesting,” he explained animatedly. “I just couldn’t understand one part. So, here I am!”

She eyed him suspiciously as he spread his arms to accentuate his royal presence.

“That, or you wanted to see me, and this file is a flimsy excuse,” she drawled.

“Come on, darling! I’m fond of you but not to the extent that I’ll have to make lame excuses to see you. Besides, why would I need to lie to you?”

After taking a moment to consider his words, she stepped beside him and asked him to show the file.

“It is here - this part,” he pointed at a chunk of printed information.

“This one is…” She pondered aloud. “That doesn’t make sense! Loki, w-where did you get this from? That doesn’t look like any mission report or anything. It looks like...an excerpt...from...a book?”

Before she could register, a kiss landed on her cheek. It was immediately followed by Loki excitedly wishing her, “Goodnight, darling,” and vanishing into a green glow.

She stood stunned for a while. Gradually, the tingling sensation where Loki’s lips had caressed her skin began to spread like wildfire through her face, and soon she was blushing and smiling like an idiot.

“Idiot!” She cursed him as she flopped back on the bed.

After a few seconds of fiddling with the bookmark, and staring at blurred lines on the page, she closed the book, and decided to call it a night. After what Loki just did, nothing else could compare to a happier ending to the day.

As she closed her eyes, sunny memories started flooding her mind.

It had all started hardly two months ago, when they were having their usual midnight snacks, casually talking the day’s stress away, talking nonsense - just the usual best buddy night.

But then something happened: a childish game of “what-ifs”.

It was fun, for the most part, until Loki had asked her about her intentions if she met the love of her life the next day. Already stained with painful memories of past relationships and with the hopelessness about her love life, she tried her best to evade the question. But Loki, being Loki, kept proding her until she gave him a genuine reason for her frustration.

And everything changed after that. Because in trying to save the other from falling down the emotional cliff, they had saved each other. They had found each other.

She laughed softly as she remembered the hesitancy in both their hearts as they had crossed the threshold of friendship.

That was the first time that she had kissed him. On the cheek. And that was even before she had fully realised that her feelings for him were no longer platonic.

That was the first time Loki had put an arm around her and pulled her close to him.

Another giggle escaped her as she remembered the moment when the soft morning light, and a stiff back had awakened her from her sleep.

Both were still sitting in almost the same position as they had been when they were chatting.

She had found herself cocooned in the arms of Loki, her legs tangled with his, both of them safe under the thin blanket that Loki had picked while preparing for their night. Her head rested on his chest, while his rested on the top of her head.

The last thing that she remembered from the previous night was them promising each other that no matter how things turned out, they’d always be beside one another. And then Loki had pulled her closer, and gently laid her head on his throbbing chest.

It was now peacefully moving up and down with his sleepy breaths. Before opening her eyes to reality, she stole a few moments to let this feeling sink in.

When she had closed her eyes the night before, there was an excitement so high in the air that Thor’s thunder would have been ashamed. It was the hammering of Loki’s heart that had eventually put her to sleep.

The morning brought a peaceful rhythm beneath her ears. It was beautiful, it was calm, it was...reassuring. She loved it more than the thrill of the past few hours.

But no matter how long she tried to soak herself in the feeling, the incidents of the night before still seemed somewhat unbelievable. How could something months long change overnight? Was it all a mirage then, cast by the treacherous night?

The darkness of the night sets the mind free to imagine anything, take any decision. But the clarity of the day brings logic to the forefront, which sometimes turns out to be good but sometimes not so good.

But...it had felt right. She took a deep breath to clear her mind. It still felt right. That was all the assurance that she needed for the moment.

As she turned in her bed, she remembered the raspy voice in which Loki had wished her a good morning.

The close proximity, the husky, sleep-laden voice, the sudden change in the air - everything made blood rush to her cheeks and ears. Loki had sleepily chuckled at her flushed state, though he was only slightly better than her in hiding his own flustered state.

Ever since, not a single day had passed when the two of them hadn’t thanked the stars.

She used to think that she loved Loki’s friendship more than anything. She was happy to be proven wrong when she experienced Loki’s courtship.

A different flower everyday, sometimes inside her room, laid carefully near her door, sometimes on her bedside table, and on some mornings, beside her pillow.

She was used to going out with her best friend Loki, but going out with her boyfriend Loki was an experience on a whole new level. Light brushes of the fingers, sometimes an arm around her shoulder, intertwining of fingers, occasional brushes of his lips on her temple, and not-very-occasional blushes that tinted both their skins.

Every day, before parting for the day, she was blessed with bear hugs from him - something that she had never expected him to be fond of.

It was the best time of her life! Almost every doubt that she had about this relationship not working out had evaporated long ago. It was - she dared to say - perfect!

Except for one small hiccup: they had to keep everything off the radar.

For one, they were still testing the waters. No matter how happy and confident they were with one another, their newfound relationship was still at its infancy, and they didn’t want to declare anything to the rest of the team right away.

Second, everybody in the compound had been teasing both (Y/N) and Loki about “getting a room” for a long time. They didn’t want to give them the satisfaction of knowing that they were finally correct. Well, figuratively.

Unfortunately, the team did not know that they had already confessed their feelings to each other. And so, they were desperate to make the love birds see the truth of their emotions. The Avengers, tough and stubborn as they were, never gave up. And Loki and (Y/N) simply decided to play along.

For instance, around a month and a half ago, Tony had thrown one of his usual parties at the compound, and had brought a line of apparent suitors for (Y/N) and a host of gorgeous ladies and lads to introduce to Loki.

Though the new couple was initially confused at the unbridled attention, they eventually understood what was going on: Tony Stark had decided to use the age-old recipe of jealousy to crack either one or both of them.

It was fun, they both admitted later, to dance to the tune, and give the host a frowning face when he realised that neither were biting the bait. Instead, both seemed to be enjoying themselves flirting or dancing with their respective “baits”.

What escaped the eagle eyes of the team were the furtive looks that both (Y/N) and Loki threw at each other from time to time. It wasn’t easy to masquerade those longing glances with playful teases that two friends might share. But they had to.

Late into the night, after the party was over, Loki teleported into (Y/N)’s room. The security cameras were still a threat to their little secret.

“Hello beautiful!” Loki purred when she didn’t turn all her attention towards him as she usually did, but kept herself apparently busy in making the bed.

“Is this my consolation prize for all your flirting this evening?” She tried to keep it casual but her displeasure seeped into her tone.

“Ooh, someone sounds jealous,” he drawled.

“Speak for yourself, God!”

Loki stepped towards her, and gently caught her hand, putting a pause to her actions.

“Look at me. Please?”

She smiled as she faced him, but he could easily catch the facade.

“I know what you're trying to do. You can’t fool me, (Y/N).”

“And what is it that I’m doing?” She tried to question with the same casualness but her voice kept betraying her.

“You are trying to make it look like it didn’t affect you - me being with all those lovely people. But in reality, you are hurt, even if it is a tiny bit.”

Her smile faltered. Of course, she couldn’t fool the God of Lies!

Closing her eyes, she shook her head, “I don’t know why you’re saying this Loki. I’m perfectly fine! Why would I-”

“You and I understand each other perfectly,” Loki gently cut her off. “Or did you forget that?”

He reminded her of the one line - of the one realisation - that had triggered the tiniest thoughts of them being possibly together, if at all.

Realizing that all doors were closed for her, she tried to turn away from him, only to be stopped by the trickster.

“If it makes you feel any good,” he resumed, “it did burn me a bit, too, to watch you dance and laugh with those clowns.”

At this, she burst into laughter. Loki was glad at the change of mood, and allowed a few happy creases around his eyes as well.

“Is that true,” she asked, “or are you simply trying to make me feel better?”

He shrugged, “What do you think?”

“I’d like to believe that it’s true,” she confessed shyly.

“It is.”

“Well then,” she said after suppressing a wild grin that tried to crack its way through, “I guess that makes us even.”

“Guess so.”

“I’m sorry, Loki,” she sighed, “I lied earlier because I didn’t want to put any kind of pressure on you or anything. I mean...jealousy? That’s the first stage of obsession. And...I don’t want you to think that...”

“Hey,” Loki held both her hands in his, “your feelings for me will never suffocate me. On the contrary, they help me breathe. You have given my life a new purpose. I thought I was happy being your best friend. But this...this is even better. Never think that you’re putting any kind of pressure on me. None of those men or women out there, or anywhere for that matter, can bring me what I feel with you, for you.”

Words seemed insufficient for what she wanted to say. So, she simply nodded, and wrapped her arms around his torso.

“Thank you,” she murmured into his chest.

He chuckled as he ran his hand on her head, “Being jealous actually makes you look cute.”

She unwrapped herself from him just enough to look at his face, “Says the man who just confessed being jealous himself!”

“I never said I don’t look cute,” he shrugged again.

Shaking her head and laughing, she pulled his face down, and placed a warm kiss on his cheek.

“Go now, before I punch that cute face of yours.”

“When you say ‘punch’,” Loki drawled, “do you mean…’kiss every inch of’...?”

Blushing furiously, she pushed him towards the door.

“Shut up, and just go!”

Loki laughed as he wished her a lovely night, and disappeared into his usual green glow.

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But the Avengers were not the ones to give up.

Not many weeks later, Natasha planned an evening at one of her favourite nightclubs. While Steve, Vision and Bucky backed out of the plan, given their previous not-so-delightful interactions with the loudness and the crowd, Thor and Tony were adamant on dragging Loki with them.

“We thought you liked a little fun! Since when did you start wearing grandpa’s knickers?” Tony snorted.

“C’mon, brother, don’t embarrass me,” Thor’s voice boomed in Loki’s room. “(Y/N) has embarrassed me enough. She didn’t want to go either. Said she’d rather sleep than be tormented by the blasted noise.”

She said what? That means she’s going to stay back-

“Wait, what?” Tony turned towards Thor with a perplexed look, “She said that?”

He turned around to face Loki again, “Are you two planning something or have you both become boring?”

No, no, no! They’ll add up…

“I am not boring!” Loki declared. He decided to stay quiet on the other option that Stark had mentioned.

“Well, then join us,” Tony shrugged.

With a dramatic roll of his eyes, Loki agreed.

Needless to say, his eyes went wide when he saw (Y/N) dressed up and ready for the outing when he was expecting her in her pajamas. When she silently questioned him, he immediately realised that he had been tricked.

I have to be more careful.

The team’s plan soon became obvious when, after a few rounds of shots, everyone made a beeline to the dance floor, leaving behind a string of excuses, and Loki and (Y/N) at the bar. Even through the crowd, the duo’s trained eyes could catch glimpses of their teammates shadowing them.

“Do they really think getting drunk will make us confess?” She shouted over the sound of the music.

“I’m a God,” he shouted back. “Midgardian liquor doesn’t affect me anyway.”

“Well, it affects me,” she shrugged and drained another shot down her throat, “and I love it!”

Last one.

She had started feeling dizzy. Getting wasted could be saved for another moment when she wasn’t being spied on.

A few minutes passed in silence as neither was fond of shouting to communicate. (Y/N) bobbed her head to the music while Loki eyed the mass of bodies swaying and moving with the beats.

“Would you-” Loki began but stopped midway.

While her eyes questioned him, he silently slipped from the stool, and came to stand almost behind her.

His hot breath, dipped in a faint whiff of alcohol, hit the shell of her ear as he purred, “Would you like to dance with me?”

She was rendered immobile for a while. A small corner of her mind wondered if Loki knew what he was doing to her.

I bet he knows what he’s doing.

“I’d have loved to!” She drawled. “It’s a shame there isn’t room for a waltz here, and I wouldn’t want a God like you to hop like teeangers in the crowd.”

She felt his chest brush against her back.

“I was actually hoping that you’d be up for that dance,” he pointed at a section of the crowd where bodies were gliding against each other in the most provocative ways.

Her breath hitched again. She didn’t need to turn her head to know that Loki was smirking at his achievement.

But this time, she wouldn’t squeal, she wouldn’t push him away with a timid smile. Diffidence and boldness both tugged at polar ends of her heart until boldness won the war.

Not this time. Two can play the game, darling.

“So, what’s stopping you?” Her lips almost brushed his earlobe as she tilted her head to whisper in his ear.

Where did that come from?!

Loki wasn’t prepared for this.

It was usually him who threw mildly suggestive comments which she pushed away with a shy gesture. He never expected the tables to turn so quickly.

She did not even have enough shots to get drunk yet, he noticed.

“What happened, did the cat get your silver tongue?” She smirked.

“I-I...uh...”

While Loki continued to gape at her, an inkling of panic nudged her chest.

Did I take it too far? He obviously wasn’t ready for this, but…

It all must have been another prank for him, and I…

No!

With a cackle, she sliced the apparent tension in the air. “So, finally got you, ha? Mischief!” She winked.

Turning towards the bartender, she ordered another shot.

Loki’s brain was still trying to decipher her behaviour.

Did she really mean it…? It didn’t look like a joke though…

As she focused on her drink, he thought he saw a flicker of disappointment cross her face, but the incessant dance of light and shadows made her features almost unreadable.

“You should get back to your seat, y’know?” She told him with downcast eyes.

“What?”

“The team might notice and...they might know.”

Did her voice just...tremble?

Loki hated the place: the noise, the dim lights, the secrecy - he hated the way everything seemed to veil her from him.

“I think I’ll go find them.”

Downing another drink, she hopped off her seat, and disappeared in the crowd, leaving Loki to his thoughts.

Once they were back in the compound, Loki went straight to (Y/N)’s room. This time he did not sneak into her room using magic; he knocked on her door. This wasn’t the moment to play a game of cat and mouse. If the entire compound was prying on him, he would gladly allow them to. Well, maybe not gladly.

“Hey! Hi, Loki!”

Her smile was as bright as ever.

Was it all in my mind then?

“Are you alright?” He tried to sound calm but his anxiety turned out to be more stubborn than him.

“Yes, I am. What- Come inside first.”

She stepped aside, allowing him to stride into her room, and flump down on the bed.

“I’m sorry,” he began honestly, “I thought...I thought you were upset. At the club… I thought I saw you...sad? I’m not sure. I just had this feeling that you’re probably not okay, and-”

“Loki,” she held his shoulders and gently hushed him, “I’m fine.”

Her assurance enabled him to breathe normally again.

Caressing his face, she placed a light kiss on his forehead.

“Thank you, Loki! For everything. For caring so much about me.”

“(Y/N),” he held her hand, “are you hiding something? From me?”

He didn’t miss the way she gulped before replying.

“Why would you say that?”

“Look, I’m sorry if I cross the lines sometimes. I know I tease you but those are… I’m sorry if I’ve ever made you uncomfortable or have hurt you.”

“You are an idiot! Do you know that? You’ve never hurt me or made me uncomfortable. Now, get these stupid thoughts out of your little brain, and give me that devilishly charming smile of yours.”

Despite all her compliments, his eyes did not light up as they usually did.

“Are you sure?” He asked her.

“Absolutely!”

“You’ll tell me if you’re upset, won’t you? Promise me.”

He took note of how she licked her lips before nodding.

Something is not right.

“Come here,” he pulled her in his arms, and buried his face in the crook of her neck. “And I’m not an idiot. I am smart.”

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The next few weeks turned out to be more and more challenging as the team was now hell-bent on getting them exposed. What made them so sure of their relationship was still a mystery to the couple.

“Are we that obvious?” (Y/N) asked Loki one day.

“I don’t know,” he shrugged. “It is said that it shows on the faces of those in love. So, I guess...”

The words, coming from him, filled her with warmth. If that be true, and if everyone could see that they were in love only by looking at them, then she’d happily trade their secrecy for more obviousness.

But every time they came close to taking the relationship to the next level, she would find Loki backing away. Every time they had the opportunity to reveal their beautiful secret to the team, he would quickly shield both of them.

Why, Loki? Do you not want us?

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It was a rainy evening when Tony had gathered everyone in the living room. At first (Y/N) thought that it was an urgent meeting for a new mission. But when she knew the actual reason behind it, she couldn’t prevent the snort that escaped her.

“Excuse me?” Tony pointed at her. “You got some problem, princess?”

“Truth or dare? Like, how old are we? Twelve?”

Tony spread his arms as if to silently make a point. “Since when did you start categorizing fun into ages? Ever since you started dating Rock of Ages?”

“Hey!” Loki made a tiny protest at his nickname.

“We are not dating,” (Y/N) deadpanned.

“And there goes my question,” Wanda sighed from across the room.

In response, (Y/N) simply rolled her eyes, and grumbled, “Kids!”

Once the game started, the team wasted no time in getting to the point: (Y/N) and Loki.

The first one to get attacked was Loki.

“No, no truth for you,” Sam chimed in just as Loki sucked in a breath to choose “truth”.

“He’s the God of Lies!” Sam announced, “He can easily slip away with any lie!”

“The bird’s got a point!” Tony agreed, followed by everyone else. “‘Dare’ for you!”

“This is not how it works,” Loki protested.

“Did you play this on Asgard? Thor?”

“No, we had never even heard of it until we came here,” the big brother responded.

“But-”

“Nah-ah!” Tony didn’t let him finish. “This is exactly how it is played. Who wants to give the God of Mischief a mischievous dare?”

(Y/N) wanted to protest; she wanted to tell Tony that he was bending the rules to get to them. But any word of support would further corner them both. All she could do was play along.

“Kiss (Y/N). And you know where I mean.”

Nat’s voice yanked her out of her thoughts. She watched in horror as Loki’s expressions changed from shock to anger while the entire team cheered.

“Nat!” (Y/N) jumped up from her seat, “do you even hear yourself? He’s my best friend! We can’t just...”

“Why not?” Sam questioned with a smirk. “You seemed to be enjoying it when I was asked to kiss Buck. He’s my best buddy.”

“Speak for yourself,” Bucky mumbled.

“C’mon, it’s just a game! Don’t be a spoilsport.”

Steve?? Et tu?

Rubbing her eyes, (Y/N) tried to find a way out of it. She knew well that if Loki kissed her, she’d melt into it. Everything would become obvious.

No, no, no!! This can’t be. They can’t just expose us like this. Loki would be so....

Wait, why isn’t he saying anything?

She opened her eyes to see Loki standing. His expression was unfathomable.

Oh no! Is he going to…

“This is outrageous!” Loki snapped and turned on his heels to walk out of the room.

Oh!

For reasons she did not want to explore then, (Y/N)’s heart dropped several feet. She was expecting a similar reaction from him but wasn’t hoping for it.

Quickly gravitating back to the situation in hand, she stammered an excuse or two for his behaviour, and followed his tracks to check on him.

Once both of them were out of earshot, Tony leaned towards the group, “Did we save it or kill it.”

“Looks like we killed it,” Sam sighed.

“Trust me,” Wanda smiled, “we saved it.”

“Vision? What do you think?”

“I still do not understand why you have to torment them like this. Let them come out when they want to. It’s-”

“Okay!” Tony interrupted him. “Sorry I asked! My bad!”

The door to Loki’s room was half open when (Y/N) arrived. Gingerly, she admitted herself inside.

Loki was standing at the window, with his back towards her. His head was bowed but his hands were curled into fists on both sides of his body.

“Loki?”

The name came out so softly that she couldn’t be sure if he had heard it, given that he did not move at all.

But before she could call him again, he spoke.

“I did not want this to happen,” his voice bore that particular kind of seriousness that usually preceded an unwanted or unhappy revelation.

What?

“I am sorry, (Y/N).” He turned towards her, and she realised in an instant that he wasn’t fooling around.

“What are you talking about, Loki? What did you not want to happen?”

Her chest felt tighter with every passing second.

Please, not what I’m fearing.

“This,” his hand vaguely gestured towards the hallway. “Whatever happened just now. I knew they would come down to this one day. I never wanted-”

“It’s okay,” she interjected. “I did not like that either. Although they meant no harm. It was just for fun… And I understand if you're having second thoughts. This entire thing between us was just something… y’know, a spur of the moment kind of thing. I totally understand if-"

"(Y/N)! Where is this coming from? What are you even talking about?"

She couldn’t make herself look at him, for if she did, he could clearly see the moisture pooling in her eyes. She needed to appear strong.

“Loki, you’ve always been my best friend. And I’ve loved that. You know it. And it’s okay if this new turn in our relationship does not turn out to be something that you had hoped for. It happens. It’s okay-”

“It’s not okay for me,” Loki grasped her hands. “What are you saying? Why? A-are you not happy with me? Have I done something wrong? Did I offend you in any way?”

What is he saying? I thought…

As she looked up at him, a couple of drops ran down her cheeks and on her shirt.

“(Y/N), please tell me. You had promised to tell me anything and everything that upsets you. So, tell me what happened. Why do you speak of our relationship as if it was a mistake?”

“It never was a mistake for me,” she breathed, “I thought you felt...I thought you...”

“What?”

The shaky way in which the question came out of him stung her more than any thought of Loki not wanting this relationship. It was then that she realised how badly she had hurt him.

He never wanted to leave! He always wanted me? Us?

She didn’t know what to say.

“I’m sorry,” she finally managed. “I thought that you...didn’t want...this. Us. I-”

“Why would you even think so? Why would you bear such thoughts when I love you with every fiber of my being?”

Her head snapped up.

“You love me?” Her own voice became shaky.

“Of course, I do,” he gently placed a hand on her cheek, “always have. At first I thought it was a love for friends until that night, when I realised that I wanted to be more than just friends with you.”

More tears fell down her cheek as she rejoiced in the moment. Loki wiped them all, and placed soft kisses on each cheek.

“And all this time, I was afraid that you’re having second thoughts,” she confessed.

“And why is that?”

“Because...”

How do I say that it’s because you haven’t kissed me yet? And ran away from the one moment we had today, albeit in a not-so-comfortable situation?

“Because I haven’t kissed you yet?” Loki asked her.

Her heart beat so violently, she could have sworn that Loki could hear it. Her tongue felt too heavy to speak.

“I didn’t think you were ready,” he admitted. “That is the reason why I did not dance with you in the club either. I was teasing you, yes, but when you responded I was definitely taken aback. I wasn’t sure if it was you or the ambience talking. So…

You have always shied away from any comments that I make, and...I did not want to push anything on you.”

“Oh, Loki!”

She hugged him so hard that even the Asgardian had to take two steps back to balance himself.

“I’m so, so sorry,” she wept into his shirt. “I misunderstood your actions for… I pushed you away. I thought you weren’t ready for this relationship. I’m sorry!”

Tears of both apology and relief flooded her. He tried to sush her as he rocked her slowly from side to side.

After taking a moment to compose herself, she stood straight. Loki looked at her red-eyed, tear-stained face and tutted.

“Doesn’t suit you, darling. Show me your crazy, grinning face.”

With a chuckle, she gave him a funny face-splitting smile, making both of them laugh.

“(Y/N), I didn’t want to kiss you because of a game or under the watchful eyes of that insufferable bunch of imbeciles. But if you will allow me now, I-”

“Just stop being so polite for a change, and kiss me,” she tugged at the collars of his shirt.

Loki didn’t need to be asked twice.

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In the hall, the Avengers were busy speculating the outcome of their little plan, when the couple in discussion walked in. Hand in hand.

“Yes, we had changed our relationship status around six months ago,” (Y/N) announced to a stunned audience.

“And yes, we kissed. Just now. And I hope you know where I mean,” Loki added before dragging his love away towards the elevator.

“What was that?” She whispered as she was being whisked away.

“What?” Loki asked innocently, although his eyes stated otherwise.

“You didn’t need to declare that we just kissed!” She laughed as the doors of the elevator closed.

He shrugged while jabbing at a button. “They wanted us to kiss anyway. So, I gave them the satisfaction of knowledge. Besides, they need to know who you belong to now.”

“Aha! Possessive?”

“No! I also made it clear who I belong to now.”

He smiled as the doors opened to the hallway that led to his room. And once again, his words had rendered her speechless.

Silver tongue!

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The Royal Ball

The Royal Ball

Loki laufeyson x Fem!reader

Summary: There is an Asgard ball being hosted in the palace, Y/N is yet to find a date to accompany her. She’s disappointed when a certain God doesn’t ask her, however, what happens when he sees someone else getting a little too close for comfort throughout the night?

Warnings: lil bit angsty, self doubt, JEALOUS LOKI, fluffy ending

Word Count: 3.3k

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Y/F/N - Your Friend’s Name

It was a beautiful autumn’s day, crisp brown leaves were falling off of the large trees in the courtyard and scattering the cobbled ground. Loki and I had been wandering around for some time now, discussing everything from the books we’ve been reading to the dreams that have come to us in our sleep.

“And then this huge ghost thing was chasing me around the halls! and if that wasn’t weird enough, you popped up-”

“Ah, seeing me in your dreams are we, darling?”  Loki chuckled, taking great pleasure at the fact that he had made an appearance in my subconscious, completely ignoring my distress at being chased by a supernatural being.

“Funny you should say that, right after seeing you, I woke up. The sight must’ve given me quite the scare.” I scoffed, a smile unable to stop itself from making its way onto my face, eyes meeting his, face etched with shock. With a hand to his chest, he spoke again in disbelief.

“You have truly offended me, love. I never knew you had this side to you.”

“What can I say? I’m a woman of many talents.” I winked, nudging his side slightly with my elbow.

“Really? Can you produce illusions?”

“No.”

“Look inside other people’s heads?”

“Well, no, but-”

“Turn yourself into a snake to scare your eight year old brother?”

“I still can’t believe you did that”

“My greatest achievement yet.” He smirked, the memory never failing to amuse him.

His stories always had me in awe of his capabilities, even if it was to give his brother a long-term fear, it was still an incredible talent. Whenever he tells me of his latest adventures or tricks, I always think of how well his title fits him. God of Mischief. Maybe that’s why I liked him much more than what a best friend should, not that I'd ever admit it. Not to him anyway.

We soon found ourselves standing next to one of the windows of the hallway, the crystal clear glass giving a beautiful view of the city of Asgard. From here, you could see the Queen’s gardens, full of flowers in all different colours and types, grass cut to perfection. You could see the families in the town, walking around the different buildings, children playing. It was lovely to watch, seeing everyone enjoy the seasonal weather and the light bounce off of the windows, it was ethereal.

“I never get tired of this.” I sighed, voice only slightly above a whisper

“Tired of what, love?”

“Just, this. This view, this kingdom, it’s incredible.” I looked up at Loki, trying to see if he was seeing the same beauty that I did. He was already looking at me when I met his eyes and upon seeing the way they sparkled, I assumed he did.

“Actually, speaking of the Kingdom, I have something to tell you. There’s-”

Abruptly stopping him from continuing his sentence, voices were heard from the other end of the hallway, though we couldn’t make out the words until they came closer. We gave each other a quick look of confusion before turning to see where the commotion was coming from, hearing the quick and heavy footsteps before being able to put names to the faces.

“Loki! Y/N!” A deep voice bellowed. Was that Thor making all of that noise?

Before I could process any more information, a blur of a pastel pink dress was in my face and hands were placed on my shoulders. I smiled down at the slightly out of breath figure using me as a support stand, it was Y/F/N.

“Wow, Y/F/N, you sound much different than when I spoke to you yesterday, did you drink something funny?” I chuckled, receiving a glare from my friend and a quiet laugh from the God beside me. Thor soon appeared next to Y/F/N, hands on his hips and head thrown back as he tried to compose himself.

“My God, Y/F/N, you run fast.” He pants.

“Care to tell us why you’re both running like madmen through the palace?” Loki speaks, one eyebrow raised in curiosity and what looked a little like concern.

“We..had to..tell you..there’s a ball..next week.” Y/F/N spoke, a bit more stable now, but still in between breaths.

I felt my eyes widen, a ball? I didn’t know Asgard held balls.

“Father is opening up the palace next week to neighbouring kingdoms, in hopes to be closer with them, open Asgard up to more trade opportunities, build relationships and whatnot.” Thor explained, emitting a loud sigh to come from Loki.

“I was just about to tell her, brother. Thank you for interrupting.” He rolled his eyes, half joking, half serious. I reached up and patted his shoulder gently, a small smile on my face.

“Maybe next time Lok” He nodded in response, I didn’t get a chance to comfort him much more before I was being pulled away by Y/F/N. With a small huff of surprise, I gave Loki a glance, silently apologising for our conversation being cut short, receiving a shake of his head in reply, affirming me to not worry about it.

“So.” she begins. “We need to find you a date and a dress. I’m thinking blue. I’m wearing purple so it’s probably best to avoid that one. Hmm. let’s see..oh! I know! we could- Y/N? You listening?” I snapped my head around, not missing the sly smile that was plastered all over my friend’s face.

“Y/F/N, don’t-”

“Loki! He has to be your date. You could wear green and match! If he’s even going to wear green, I'm sure I can get Thor to find out, I assume they’ll get ready together. And black accessories! I have so many ideas.” She clapped her hands, over-excited about the opportunity to plan this evening for us. Except for one minor detail.

“That sounds great, Y/F/N, it sounds wonderful, you’re just missing something.”

“Missing something? Oh, if you mean our hair then i’ve already-”

“No, not our hair. Loki hasn’t asked me, and I doubt he will.” I spoke, the second half coming out more as a whisper, my heart dropping a little at the thought. He’d never really expressed having those kinds of feelings for me and I'd always seen him be close with different girls around the palace, he’ll probably ask one of them.

“He might ask you, you never know what’s around the corner.”

“I guess so, we’ll have to wait and see.”

And that was the last we spoke of it before she went into full planner mode again, while I continued to ponder over all of the thoughts running through my head. I mean, he could ask me, right?

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He didn’t.

After talking about it with Y/F/N, I had a glimmer of hope that maybe I was wrong, maybe I hadn’t noticed something that she had, that Loki would approach me and ask me to be his company for the evening.

I spent the next couple of days with him, hoping he would ask me, everytime a pause would appear in conversation, maybe he was finally going to do it. And everytime, a little bit of the hope I had, had fizzled out.

I’d even considered other reasons as to why he hadn’t asked, maybe the King didn’t want him and Thor to have dates so that they could mingle with members of the other kingdoms. Of course that theory had flown right out one of the Palace’s windows when Y/F/N told me that Thor was going to be her date. I was right then, he wasn’t wanting to go with me.

I guess I understood, I’m the best friend, we’d always been that. I think a part of me just thought that maybe he, like me, wanted something a little more. Clearly, I was mistaken.

Y/F/N and I had been getting ready for a while now, our hair was styled to perfection, our dresses were on and both of us were fully accessorized. We were looking at ourselves in the mirror, doing spins and curtseys and gushing over how good the other looked.

“You look amazing tonight, Y/N, really. Loki is missing out.”

“Thank you, and I'm sure his date is beautiful.” I spoke, fidgeting with the fabric of my dress, trying to avoid the subject and the twisting knot in my stomach at the thought of him with someone else all night. “You look incredible! You were right to pick purple, it’s definitely your colour.”

“Y/N’s right, you look gorgeous.” Thor declared, leaning against the doorway sporting a black suit and a dark purple tie, the perfect match with his date’s dress. I could feel my eyes light up when seeing how happy the simple, yet effective comment had made Y/F/N. Rushing over, she engulfed Thor in a hug before leaning up slightly and giving him a peck on the cheek.

“Ah and can’t forget, Y/N, you look stunning tonight.” He gestured to me, arm almost scanning me up and down.

“Stop, you’ll make me blush.” I laughed. “You both head off, I’ll catch up.”

“Are you sure? We don’t mind waiting?” Y/F/N questioned.

“Don’t be silly. You guys go on ahead, I'll meet you there.”

With a nod and a wave, they were off. They really did look like a perfect match tonight. I continued to look at myself in the mirror, fixing any stray hairs, flattening any kinks in my dress. Realistically, I was probably trying to prolong leaving for as long as I could. I was excited, but I was turning up on my own while everyone else had someone, it was a bit nerve-wracking. I still wanted to look my best though.

“Stop trying to convince yourself that you look good, you could literally blow an army of men away by looks alone.” A voice spoke, I spun to see who was speaking, the flash of green was enough to decipher who it was.

“You look lovely tonight, darling.” He grinned, the pet name had set off butterflies in my stomach.

“Thank you. As do you.”

“Well, I did put in an effort, nice to know it’s appreciated.” He joked, a breathy laugh left my lips, entertained by his words.

“Yes, well, I'm sure plenty of others will too.”

“The eyes will never leave me, I'm sure. Unless they’re on you, then I'd be surprised if I get even so much as a glimpse in my direction. Someone is a very lucky guy tonight, that’s for sure.”

“Why do you say that?” I asked, confused by his statement.

“Well, they get to be beside you all evening, it’s a beautiful view.” He winked.

It could’ve been you, I thought. I knew he was joking, however that didn’t stop the fire in me from igniting.

“I could say the same for you, someone is a very lucky girl.”

“I’ll be sure to let her know if she ever thinks otherwise.” Joking, again.

So he had asked someone. Albeit disappointed, I'm happy he’s happy. Though I still wish I was the girl in question, I couldn't stop him if he was interested in someone else. That wasn’t fair.

Giving him a brief nod and a tight lipped smile, I picked up the front of my dress a little bit and made my way out of the room and downstairs to the ball. I could still enjoy myself, the night is young, I've got this.

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“It was crazy! And let me tell you, my dad was so angry with me. He didn’t let me serve Turkey again after that year.” Charlie, a guy that I had met an hour or so ago, finished his story of the Christmas horror he had, allowing me to relax for the first time that evening. Up until now, it had felt like all I’d seen was either happy couples, or stares from across the room. Usually the second and usually Loki. The same Loki who had a girl’s arm linked with his and was looking at him like he held the world in his grasp. I broke the gaze, finding it difficult to look at the pair for any longer, as I turned back to Charlie so he could have my attention again, a lazy smile was present as he took a sip of his wine.

“I don’t blame him, really, it sounds like you started a riot!” I exclaimed, sending us both into a full on belly laugh, thinking back to the story. This continued for another five or so minutes, laughter turning into a low chuckle, as if we were about to be told off for how loud we were being. Just as my hand had reached his arm to help hold me up, saving me from laughing myself into the ground, Loki and his date had made their way over.

“Enjoying ourselves, I hope?” He beamed, taking one look at me before giving his full attention to Charlie.

“Yes, yes we are, thank you. How about the two of you?”

“Ye-”

“It’s been fine, yeah, good. So, what’s your name then?” Loki interrupted, his date having no choice but to leave him to respond instead.

“I’m Charlie Fernsby.” He held his hand out, greeting Loki. A gesture that was very awkwardly not reciprocated as he let his hand fall back to his side before Loki spoke up again.

“Charlie..Charlie, now, isn’t that a girl’s name?”

“Loki!” I scolded, giving him an evil side glance, what was he doing?

“No, no it’s okay. Yeah, it can be used for girls too, but it's common for boys to have the name Charlie.” Polite as ever, he responded. A mischievous look made its way onto the God’s face. Oh no.

“So, I take it your parents wanted a girl?”

“I- I’m sorry?”

“I assume your parents wanted a girl, considering they’ve given you a girl’s name?” I rolled my eyes, this teasing was unnecessary.

“Charlie, let’s go and get a drink.” I tried to tug him away, only to be halted by another sentence leaving my best friend’s mouth.

“It was only a question, I'm sure he doesn’t mind answering, do you Carl?”

“Charlie.”

“That’s what I said.”

“You said-” I tried to interject, but he was quick to stop me

“I know what I said, Y/N, but I'm speaking to him. Let him answer the question.”

Loki’s date was long gone by now, she’d left to speak to another group of people, presumably another few couples, leaving us three to have this discussion, thing, whatever you would think to call it.

“I’m just saying, maybe they would’ve preferred a daughter, seeing as they’ve very obviously made that clear.” He beamed, expecting me to join in and agree with him, I don’t find this funny. At all.

“Can you excuse us, Charlie? Loki, A word.” I pointed to the door, giving him a look implying for him not to test me.

“I’m in trouble. Wish me luck Carlos.”

“Charlie.”

“I know, that’s what I said.”

I pushed him all the way out the door, into the hallway and round the corner so as not to disturb everyone else’s evening. When I’d made sure there was no one else around, I looked up at the Asgardian, my arms crossed, eyebrows furrowed, I wasn’t impressed anymore.

“So, are we out here for some hide or seek, or?”

“What the hell was that in there?!” I raised my voice slightly, his need to always make everything a joke wasn’t working this time. He had his night, his date, he didn’t need to come over and insult mine.

“What was what, darling? I was making conversation.”

“You were making fun of him.”

“No, I showed some concern about his parents choices, that’s all. Friendly advice if anything.” He looked a bit more frustrated with me now, as though he was stating the obvious and it was going over my head. I wasn’t having it this time.

“No, Loki. You weren’t and you know you weren’t. You had your date, she was fine, you were fine-”

“Well-”

“Let me finish. Everything was fine. Until you caught sight of me having a friendly conversation with another guy who wasn’t you. But guess what Lok, I’m allowed to do that! I’m an adult, I can speak with whoever I like!” My arms were all over the place now, my frustration was starting to show itself, it seems I had a bit pent up.

I saw his lips move, I heard something, but it was so quiet I couldn't make it out.

“Speak up, Loki. I can’t hear you.”

“I said, if you think he was just being friendly, you’re clearly out of your mind.”

Is he serious?

“Are you- Loki, you have no right to make a judgement on who and how and why I interact with other people. Not that it should matter to you anyway, you’ve spoken to other women before and I've never said a word or tried to stop you. Why does this matter so much?”

Silence.

“No, please, go on, tell me, enlighten me as to why this bothered you so much tonight, because trust me, I'm dying to know, truly.” I was shouting now, I just wanted answers for his behaviour, I didn’t think it would be this difficult.

His hands had made his way into his trouser pockets, eyes looking everywhere before settling on mine. He looked conflicted, I wanted to drop it when I saw his troubled gaze, but I couldn’t go back in there without an explanation.

“Ple-”

“I like you, okay? Is that what you wanted to hear, love? That I was so uncomfortable seeing some you get close with some guy that I had to embarrass him in front of you? Something I'm sure my father won’t be so impressed to hear, but there, you’ve got your confession.” His voice had gone much louder than mine, taking me by surprise, so much so that it took me a minute to process what he had said. He liked me?

He turned to leave, I assume because I hadn't said anything for a matter of minutes, but I gently grabbed his arm, tugging him back towards me. I looked up into his eyes again. I was so close that you could see the specs of different colours spotted in them, they were flawless. This view beats the Asgard view anyday.

“Why didn’t you mention this before?”

He shrugged, “I don’t know. Worried I guess. We’d never spoken of moving past friendship and I didn’t think you’d be interested.”

“I’m more than interested, Loki.” I grinned, my smile meeting my eyes, never leaving his.

“Not Chelsey?”

“For the love, it’s Ch-”

I couldn’t say his name, a certain pair of lips had stopped me from doing so. As they molded against mine, my hands went up to tangle themselves in his hair, his hands falling to my waist and pulling me closer, I didn’t even think that could be possible. We pulled away when we needed to catch a breath, foreheads falling against each other, smiles painted on both of our faces.

“I bet I'll be in your dreams again tonight.” He whispered.

“I bet I'll be in yours.”

“Always are, Darling. Always are.”

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