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lokisgoodgirl · 2 years

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Role Play [Sub!Loki Laufeyson x Female Reader] 18+

A link to my Masterlist is HERE Summary: To satisfy your curiosity, Loki brings magical spice into the bedroom by transforming you to the male version of yourself. (w/c 2.7k) Warnings: 18+ Minors DNI. M/"M" Smut. Bisexual Loki. Praise kinks. Oral sex. Anal play. Anal sex. Dom! Reader/ Sub! Loki. Body transformation(F reader, M body) Kind of fluffy too - but mainly smut. A/N: I hope this is read in the spirit it was intended; curiosity and for love of Loki 💚

Loki’s warm lips pressed against the nape of your neck as he unclasped your necklace, trailing the pendant slowly up between your breasts.

“Can you believe it’s been a year, darling?”

You smiled as his fingers toyed at the zip of your dress, slowly pulling it down. He moved his mouth’s attentions to the smooth skin it revealed, working firm kisses between your shoulder-blades as you let out a reluctant sigh. It was now or never.

“Loki…?” you whispered, “I need to ask you something.”

He paused, hands on the curve of your waist held tightly by the rich fabric of your dress. You knew his face would be creased in expectation, his keen gaze narrowed in suspicion as he pulled you towards his firm torso.

“Yes?” he whispered, his hot breath ghosting your ear before sucking one earlobe between his lips.

You moaned, the loaded question hovering reluctantly behind your teeth.

“Do you ever miss being with men?” you mumbled cautiously, the seconds ticking by as he considered his answer; the pliable skin of your ear rolling across his tongue.

“My love, I’m with men constantly. One can’t get rid of them in this realm, they are quite resilient.” he murmured goadingly as you keened against him.

Your stomach flipped. He was avoiding the question. A classic Loki misdirection. Fuck.

“You know what I mean...” you said firmly, spinning in his embrace to wrap your hands around his neck, “I don’t want you to feel…stifled by our relationship.”

You felt your cheeks burn as the reluctant confession lay heavy on your heart. It needed to be said, but as for his answer? You weren’t sure you wanted to know.

He gazed at you intently, the twinkle of mischief that never left his eyes burning brightly as a smile crept to the corners of his lips.

“If that is what has been concerning you these past weeks, darling...I wouldn’t worry. You can give me everything I desire... should you wish."

You raised an eyebrow towards him as he lowered the straps of your dress, the last defence of your modesty gone as it fell to the floor around your feet. His hands cupped your naked ass, lifting you effortlessly to wind your legs around his waist as your slick pussy grazed against his growing arousal, hidden in the tight material of his suit.

“Would you like to try something new, my beautiful one?” he purred as he carried you across the room, setting you down before the ornate full length mirror in the corner.

You fizzed with anticipation at his words. His eyes darkening as he raced ahead in his mind, pupils blowing wide with lust as he stood behind you. Your head spun at the implications as your own thoughts caught up with his, hoping that your assumptions were correct.

“Loki do you mean…?” you stammered, running your eyes across your curved body in the reflection as he slid his hands up to cup your breasts.

“Yes, darling. What do you say?”

You nodded silently as his fingers toyed with your hardened nipples. “Very well.”

Loki drew you into a sideways kiss as his hands slid down your waist, running his palms across your skin as tingles followed in their wake. This was more than his intoxicating touch, this was magic.

Your head swam with vertigo as your tongue massaged his, an ache deep in your muscles as you felt his hands grip around your hips and pull you back towards him gently with a soft thump.

“Look at yourself, darling” he murmured.

Your gaze fluttered to the mirror and you gasped. It was you but…not you.

Loki’s arms were still wrapped around your hips, his thick forearms draped over the lines of your taunt lower abdomen as he grinned to your side.

You were…taller - your jaw thick; chiselled, handsome – not beautiful. A strong neck ran down to broad shoulders that flexed over the muscles beneath as you took in your flattened chest, defined pectorals resting above your firm stomach. Below Loki’s hands hung a generously sized manhood resting shyly against your elongated thigh.

“Like what you see?” Loki whispered as he lustfully drank in your masculine reflection. You couldn’t blame him. You looked good. Really good.

“What should you call--“you coughed abruptly, the unexpected gravel of your new voice choking you like dust.

Loki smirked behind you, pressing his lips to your hair; “Try that again...”

“…what should you call me?” you repeated, the vibrations feeling unnatural as you watched Loki’s amused reflection lower his hand to encase your soft cock.

“Well on any other night, you’re my good girl…I see no reason why tonight you can’t be my good boy, hmm?”

You shivered as you felt blood rushing to your lower body, emptying like a warm bath as your unfamiliar organ began to rise against Loki’s palm. You smiled.

“Maybe I’ll be your bad boy?” you narrowed your eyes, watching as your lover restrained himself from laughter.

“Let’s not run before we can walk, shall we?” he said, squeezing the hardening flesh in his hand as you groaned beneath him. “Tell me what you want, I want to please my precious mortal in any way he chooses…”

You panted as you thrust involuntarily into Loki’s palm, the thin skin of your member sliding gracefully against his hand as your temporary form reacted to the stimulation. Fuck, it felt good.

Waves of anticipation ran down your thick thighs as you stared intensely at the god behind you in the mirror. He was still dressed in his impeccably fitted white shirt, the top buttons undone. His snug trousers clung to his lower body, creases straining against his muscular hips as he pressed towards you, bracing your buckling knees against your pleasure as his hand slid back and forth.

“…blowjob?” you blurted, your eyes closing as you immediately regretted your uncouth neediness. Loki huffed disapprovingly, cutting through the jolts of pleasure coursing from your groin.

“If we’re going to do this…we’re doing it properly. Say it like a man.” he instructed gently, using his free hand to brush the shoulder length hair from your neck, watching your posture straighten.

You took a deep breath, lowering your chin to smoulder at his reflection as his gaze raised to watch you expectantly. “Suck my cock, Laufeyson.”

Loki’s lips curled in an approving smile as he circled in front of you, running his eyes down your naked form as your hard length twitched with need, “Good boy.”

Long fingers wrapped around the base of your manhood as he walked you backwards, kissing you deeply as you fought upwards against his grip, desperate for the friction to begin again.

Low heavy growls hazed from your throat as you inhaled his scent, clinging to his skin like his hand clung to your cock; restraining you, prolonging your anticipation.

The back of your legs hit the bed, unfamiliar muscled thighs colliding with the duvet as you relented to his will. He straightened his lithe body which now closely resembled your own as he rubbed large hands down his bulging thighs. His own cock begged to be freed from confinement, raging against the expensive fabric which held it firmly to his hip.

“The first time can be overwhelming, so its best you sit down…” he muttered darkly, the velvet tones of his voice driving you wild with need as he sank slowly to his knees.

“The act itself?” you panted, “…or you being the one performing it?”

“A bit of both.” he murmured coyly, before he swallowed your desperate cock between his lips.

You inhaled sharply, falling backwards to rest on your elbows as the feeling of his tongue enveloping your length washed over you like a tsunami. God, it felt amazing. You could see what all the fuss was about.

A deep groan escaped your throat as he sucked you slowly upwards from the base, his mouth forming a vacuum as hands slid firmly up the sides of your thighs to grip the toned flesh.

“Loki…fucckkkk” you moaned, the gruff strangeness of your voice forgotten as you wound one large hand in the God of Mischief’s hair, tugging his curls between your strong fingers. You stared at him in awe, his perfect chiselled faced in deep concentration, wisps of curl falling around his brow as he pleasured your male form.

His tongue swirled around the tip as you growled beneath him, thrusting your squared hips upwards deeper into his waiting throat. Loki’s cheekbones hollowed as he consumed you, your deep cries of pleasure spurring him on as you gripped the bedsheets beneath fists. The sight of his mouth around your cock was more than you could bear; a dark fantasy you never knew you had.

The intense need to take him, to own him…it burned as you watched your manhood disappear to slide over his warm tongue again and again as he knelt between your open thighs.

You began to pant with broken breaths, legs quivering as you felt a coil tighten somewhere down below. It was different…but the same. Loki felt the change, slowing his pace to a gentle suck as you strained your hips towards him – willing him to give you more.

“You’ve done so well for me, it must have been so difficult for you not to cum…” he murmured against your wet skin, slick with his saliva. His gaze never left yours as he placed a lingering kiss on the tip of your girth, lapping gently at a bead of pre-cum that languished there.

Those legendary long legs unfurled as he rose to crawl on top of you; biceps straining at the arms of his tight shirt as his mouth crashed to yours, pressing you back on the bed.

The wave of dark lust rose in you again, the intense energy of pure masculinity as you gripped his forearms and flipped him on his back with ease. Loki’s brow furrowed in confusion before a coy smile flirted at his lips, “well, well…it seems you may be a bad boy after all.”

You growled, rumbling from your throat like thunder as you pinned the god beneath your grip; between your thighs. Loki’s eyes widened as he searched your intense stare, his lap thrusting upwards involuntarily as the determined square of your jaw flexed above him.

Your hands flew to the middle of his chest, ripping the buttons from his shirt as his bare chest was exposed under your unrelenting control. You had never felt more powerful, and you weren’t going to let it go to waste.

Loki moaned beneath your touch, keening up into you as the pressure of his cock against his tight trousers became too much to bear. Your thick fingers wrapped around the metal of his belt, unbuckling it with force as he threw his head back, his dark curls flipping.

“Wait…wait…” he panted, raising a hand to your chest as magic dissolved the fabric clinging to his legs. He leant upwards, cradling your jaw in a rapturous kiss as his bare thighs pressed against your ass; his familiar cock rubbing tantalisingly against your skin.

“Take me.” he groaned needily into your mouth.

Your breath hitched as you had a moment of clarity, the reality of the bizarre scenario searing through your mind as he looked up at you with sincere and utter submission. You had never been more turned on in your life, and with Loki as your boyfriend…that was a bold admission.

A vial of oil manifested in his hand as he pressed it to your palm, raising an eyebrow as his eyes came alive with mischievous intent.

“You know what to do, my love…” he murmured, “just a bit of…role reversal, yes?”

You unplugged the vial, allowing the tepid oil to run over your fingers as he rested back on his elbows.

Cautiously, you reached between his thighs seeking the tight hole which hid between perfectly muscled cheeks; a hiss of approval falling from his lips as your wet fingertips brushed his entrance.

His legs jolted as you slid one finger inside him, pressing against the walls as he groaned desperately beneath you. A second finger joined as you eased the digits repeatedly into his channel, the tightness loosening as his body willingly submitted to your ministrations.

Loki’s eyes fluttered shut. His angular jaw raised to the ceiling as he thrust upwards; his straining cock seeking release. You lowered your head to suck at the tip gently as you listened to grateful praises spilling from his tongue, begging for more.

“Now go easy on me,” he mumbled coyly as he marinated in pleasure beneath your touch, “...it’s been a while.”

You nodded in acknowledgment, unable to form coherent words as a powerful storm of lust brewed in your belly. You had never felt anything like it, a sizzling line of explosives ready to blow at the sight of your typically dominant lover spread beneath you, waiting impatiently for you to take him.

You emptied the rest of the oil into your hand and cast the vial aside, clinking to the floor as your fingers returned to his entrance, slathering him in the viscous substance. The remnants found their way to your hard length, preparing yourself for him. God, he looked so fucking good. You were going to ruin him.

You towered over your lover; muscular torso lowering to his skin as you savoured the low groan from the god’s throat. Your hips pressed firmly against his desperate arousal as he met you in a needy kiss. One of your hands encased his jaw, tangling in his curls; the other lining your cock up at his keening entrance, pausing to rub the tip against the slick flesh.

“Give it to me…” Loki moaned, his tone laced with desperation as you smirked above him. You could get used to this.

The tip of your cock pressed gently against his tight channel, Loki’s breathing quickening as he braced his forehead against yours with one hand grasping around your neck to pull you close.

You edged forwards, your intertwining moans of pleasure signalling that you had breached him as you felt waves of primal electricity coursing through your body; building excruciatingly as you bottomed out.

“Good boy.” you whispered through strained breaths; an amused smile playing on Loki’s lips as he settled around your length.

You began to move inside him, gritting your teeth against the intense pressure of your quickly building orgasm; the exquisite tightness and novelty pulling you towards the edge faster than you could catch your breath.

Loki moaned roughly beneath you, beads of pre-cum leaking from his exposed cock as he pressed wantonly into your hips. He raised his muscled arms above him, pressing them against the headboard as he pushed down onto you, his perfect ass colliding with the flat expanse of your pelvis as he took you all the way.

“Loki…” you warned darkly.

The tenor of your voice matched your concentration, carefully controlling your thrusts as adrenaline begged you to fuck him as hard and as fast as you could. You moved one hand from his raised thigh, sliding it down to grip his cock to a growl of approval from your submissive god.

Slowly, you stroked his length as his ab muscles clenched beneath you, perfectly defined in his torment. The effort of restraint made his body flex around the cock buried deep inside him; you were losing yourself.

You had always wondered what it would be like to fuck as a man…but this? Nothing could have prepared you for this. For fucking Loki. It was everything.

He began to mutter ancient Nordic phrases beneath you, his chin raised to the ceiling as the muscles in his neck stood out from the strain.

“Does my good boy want to cum?” you heard yourself say, a sea of lust thundering in your veins carrying away any hint of embarrassment.

He nodded, heavy pants escaping his lips as he threw his head back in expectation.

“Use your words, love…” you growled, his own phrase that had goaded so many times close to climax tumbling from your tongue.

“Yesss… fuck, yes” he groaned in exasperation, “I want to cum, please let me…”

You tightened your grip around his length, sliding your widened palm fluidly across his skin as the sound of his cries rang in your ears, making you dizzy with need. You thrust into his hot channel, inching him towards the headboard as he tensed beneath you.

You weren’t sure who came first.

You felt yourself tighten and release like a weighted spring, boundless pleasure spurting from your cock with force as your hips buckled and shuddered into the man beneath you. Loki’s luxurious seed coated your hand as he came, his back arched on the bed as he roared your name. Your real name.

You laid your wide palms to rest on either side of his broad shoulders. Words weren't forthcoming as you closed your eyes, focusing on the heavy breaths leaving your body as you slid yourself from his entrance, sticky with your cum. Loki’s strong arms pulled you down to him, running over your broad shoulders lazily as he kissed the top of your head.

You felt the familiar ache of his magic as your body flexed and shifted beneath his touch.

The flat pressure of your chest against his became cushioned, his arms tightening around you as they found the familiar curve of your womanly waist. You raised your gaze to meet his, his eyes soft as he looked at you with pure love; running one finger down your cheek to brush a strand of your hair.

“There she is…” he murmured softly, “…well, what did you think?”

You rested in the crook of his neck as he fondled your breasts; inhaling the musk of his sweat laced with sex as you considered your answer.

“It was...enlightening.” you smiled, meeting his eyes which flickered with a knowing look.

“Remember, I will always want you, love. In any realm, in any form…” he whispered seductively in your ear, “with us, the possibilities are endless.”

The low embers of his sultry tone made the hairs on the back of your neck stand up.

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timelessstardust99 · 9 months

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My Beautiful Asgardian Girlfriend | Loki x Fem! Reader

Note: Loki is canonically Gender fluid both in the MCU and In Norse Mythology, and we don't really get to see it in the MCU universe, so here is some Genderfluid Loki content. He's also canonically Bisexual as well, so yay! Also, the reader, even when Loki is in his male form, is still taller than him.

Pairing: Loki x Female! Reader (The Reader is hyperactive and very social whilst Loki is very anti-social. The Reader is also Midgardian and the Younger sister of Tony.)

Characters: Tony, Pepper, Loki, Thor, & Reader

Warning: None

Just some fluffy wholesome moments with our very dramatic goddess 😍

Loki nervously fiddled with her fingers. She was pacing inside of hers and Y/N shared room in Stark Tower. This was the first time she had shape shifted into one of her older forms from her time on Asgard. She knew her older brother would always love her for being herself, but what would the Avengers think? Especially her outgoing and fun loving girlfriend. Y/N didn't know she could shape shift into a woman, surely the younger Stark wouldn't just leave her, right? Just because she was showing this side of her?

The young Asgardian jumped when she heard a knock on their door, then Thor's voice came through, "Brother, are you up?" Thor spoke, opening the door and peaking his head in, to see the nervous being in the middle of the room. Thor's eyes made contact with his sisters and he grinned. "Sister! It has been a long time since I saw this form!" Thor said, walking in, the grin still on his face. Loki gave him a small shy smile, Thor frowned. "Are you alright Sister?" He asked. Loki sighed.

"This is the first time I've been in this form on Midgard Brother," Loki's soft and silky voice met Thor's ears. He missed his sister's calming voice. "And you and I know Midgardian's aren't as accepting of this. What if the others judge me? What if Y/N judges me?" Loki voiced her concerns, tugging at the hem of her green knitted sweater Y/N and Pepper had made her years ago. Thor put his giant hand on the younger beings shoulder, causing Loki to look up at him with those big puppy dog eyes. Somehow she looks so much more innocent in this form.

"Do not fret sister, I'm positive the others will not judge you. After everything we have been through, I'm sure they'd be accepting of you. Especially Y/N. She loves you." Thor reassured his sister, who looked as though she was about to cry at his words. Loki was lucky to have a brother like him, even if they were adopted, Thor treated Loki the same after everything she had put him through. Loki went forwards and hugged her brother tightly, his arms wrapping around her in a protective manner, his lips kissing the top of her hair. She closed her eyes, savoring the moment she was having with her older brother.

Thor pulled away, holding her by her shoulders as he grins down at the small woman, who smiled up at him. "Now, let's go and see everyone! I'm sure they'd love to see you today sister!" He exclaimed with happiness, grabbing her hand and walking out of the room with Loki shouting in laughter at her brother's pure strength.

As the two siblings came to the part of Stark Tower where the others were located, the two stopped as they watched Y/N laughed with her older brother, Tony, as they were by the built in bar, both of them having drinks of their own. Loki watched them with a smile, Pepper was next to Tony, shaking her head at something Tony had said.

"I'm still shocked you and Loki had gotten together," was the sentence the two siblings heard, Loki's hand now pulled away from Thor's. Loki was confused on why she was put into the conversation. Y/N chuckled with a dreamy look.

"What can I say? He's the embodiment of perfect," Y/N admitted with a soft voice. Tony chuckled. Loki blushed at that.

"I'm sure he is, but he's not my type," Tony joked. Pepper smacked her partners shoulder with a laugh, Y/N laughed along with her.

Thor then cleared his voice, causing Loki's eyes to widen before she hid behind her brother's giant form. The two Stark's and Pepper looked over to him, Y/N grinning up at her best friend.

"Thor!" She exclaimed, waving at him.

"Hey point break, where's Reindeer Games?" Tony spoke, both siblings had the same dull expressions on their face. When would Tony ever stop calling them those stupid names? Thor shook those thoughts away and gave the two women and Tony a huge grin. He turned to Y/N who had gotten up from her seat next to her brother, confused on why Loki wasn't anywhere to be seen.

"Yeah, where is Loki? Is he alright?" She asked in concern. Thor put one of his hands behind him, taking one of his sisters smaller hands into his larger one. Asking for permission to introduce her to them.

"Yes, she is alright Lady Y/N," That caught the three's attention. Y/N looked over towards her brother and soon to be sister in law, then back to Thor.

"She?" Y/N questioned, Thor merely grinned at her, squeezing his sister's hand, telling her it was alright to come out. Loki sighed, before peaking out from behind Thor, her longer messy raven locks cascading down her shoulders as her emerald green optics made contact with E/C's own eyes. Y/N's eyes widened in shock, looking at the woman before her. Tony, upon seeing the new form choked on his drink causing Pepper to pat his back.

"Are you okay Tony?" Pepper asked him, he nodded, trying to stop his coughing fit.

The two women stared at each other, one with curiosity and shock, the other with nervousness and fear. Y/N reached a hand out and stroked the others cheek with gentle touches, before moving closer. She looked over at Thor, who looked at the Midgardian and his sister with a smile.

"Lady Y/N, Lady Pepper, and Man of Iron," Thor used Tony's old nickname, causing Loki to stifle her laughter as Tony glared at him, still coughing and trying to regulate his breathing to normal, "meet, Lady Loki, my sister," Y/N turned to Loki in shock, before a grin formed on her lips.

"I forget how amazing you are Loki," She said, cupping the shorter female's cheek. She then turned to her brother and Pepper, "Look how fucking badass my Girlfriend is Tony," She exclaimed happily before wrapping her arms around Loki in a tight embrace, before looking over to Pepper, "You're badass too Peps, don't forget that!" She said.

Loki laughed at the affection, kissing the others cheek with shyness. Y/N grinned and kissed Loki all over her cheek, before holding her with an arm over her shoulders. "Now I know what we're going to do. Pepper and I are going to take Loki on a shopping spree to get her some new clothing for when she shifts to her female counterpart!" Loki stared at her in shock.

"Love, you don't --" She was cut off.

"Nuh-uh, this is what we're doing." Y/N didn't let her finish before walking towards Pepper so the two could change into day clothes for their trip to the mall. Loki looked at Tony, who went back to drinking his alcohol, he looked at her with a smirk.

"Yeah, you're not getting out of that Reindeer Games," He said. Loki was still waiting for Tony's judgment.

"Your... Okay with me looking like this?" Tony looked at her with a raised brow.

"Why wouldn't I be? You're comfortable right?" Loki nodded, "then I see no reason to judge you for being yourself. Anyways, I gotta get back to work. Have fun with my sister and Pepper, you're gonna need it," he chuckled, before exiting the room. Thor put a hand on her shoulder, causing her to look up at him.

"See, I told you, they wouldn't judge you Sister." Thor said, causing her to smile. This was the perfect outcome of finally coming out to Y/N and her family. They still viewed her the same.

I might make a part two to this, but not sure. How was it? Was it good? Hopefully I didn't make them ooc. These are also happy endings, nothing bad with Thanos happened in this. Everyone's happy.

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limophoitos · 7 months

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a list of fictional characters whom i wholeheartedly believe are bisexual (+some explanation)

now, i usually operate off of the policy 'assume bi unless proven otherwise' when it comes to fictional characters, but these are ones that nothing you do can convince me they are not bi

~harry potter; how can you read the books and NOT think this

~ginny weasley; girl likes girls. what more can I say. ig i just also love bi-husband/bi-wife as a ship

~jeff winger; mans clearly likes women but also is a little bit too obsessed with other men's bodies and lives in general for there to not be something. i am a stout believer in jeff x doctor rich. (i could write an entire essay analyzing him as a character but moving on)

~tony stark; semi-canon anyways but like?? have you Seen the man

~loki laufeyson; canon but worth mentioning bc didn't all of us always know it?

~chloe decker; even though she and lucifer are sickeningly in love with each other, seeing him being so open about his sexuality early in their friendship def made her more comfortable about her own

~peter parker; yes, every single interation. tobey!peter had a crush on harry osborn AND mary jane, andrew!peter is basically confirmed, and tom!peter def had his bi awakening through thor

~dean winchester; i don't even like/watch spn but GOD even i know it

~max mayfield; even though i am 100% lumax i know deep in my heart that max and el kissed after they broke with with lucas and mike SPEAKING OF WHICH

~mike wheeler; do i need to explain

~lee cheongsan; he and suhyeok should have been endgame but i love onjo and so does he still

will be extended in the future!!

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kaszpiorek · 9 months

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And a bit of Mobius

#loki #tom hiddleston #marvel #loki series #loki fanart #bisexual #bi #bisexual lighting #bisexual loki #lokius #loki x mobius

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morgangalaxy43 · 18 days

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What’s more bisexual? Being bisexual or whatever Loki and Bucky have going on?

#loki laufeyson #loki odinson #mobius m mobius #lokius #sam wilson #bucky barnes #sambucky #bisexual bucky barnes #bisexual loki #marvel

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dandelion-blues · 2 months

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Bittersweet Blood

Summary:

What if Sally Jackson was actually Loki Odinson, and as a result Percy is born half Greek god and half Asgardian god?

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"A half-blood of the eldest gods." Then, Poseidon loses all the color on his face as realization hits.

Loki sees this and says, "The prophecy doesn't say half-god it says half-blood of the eldest gods, and we are two elder gods from two different pantheons. Our child would be considered-"

"A half-blood." Poseidon finishes grimly, remembering the fates warning him, teasing him, of the fate of their unborn child.

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This story will mainly follow the MCU's movies and Percy's quests will still happen, but they will largely be in the background. Thus, this will follow Percy and Loki as they interact in the MCU. Also, how Percy being a half-blood from two pantheons will affect him and those around him, and how different his life is growing up is as a result.

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Chapter 1: The Fates' Warning

Percy has known magic all his life, or well most of his life. The way the air vibrates with its whispers, and the plants live and breathe in the world's magic. Magic was all around him, and he was not exempt from the world's magic. However, he truly only gained sight when his mom showed him the realm's magic. Her own magic - green as emerald and humming with hidden power. Percy's mind was blown. He always had this itch, this sense, that he was missing something, as before he would perceive the strange and mystical and magical as a blur, a shadow to his senses, and would forget them in time, but this was what he was missing in all his first 6 years of life.

Before he was too young to understand the way he breathed and lived in magic everyday, and could potentially harm himself or others in attempting to control something he wasn't ready for, so Sally gave Percy a charm to prevent him from truly perceiving magic. If this was Asgard Percy would never have needed such a thing, but this was Midgard, or Earth. Earth, or rather humans, were not ready for a toddler to wield experimental magic. However, now Percy knew how to keep secrets, and he needed to learn his heritage, his right, to magic. It was time for Percy to learn of his Nordic heritage, for Sally is no ordinary magician, they are a deity, a god - they are Loki Sal Odinson and Sally Slyvie Odinsdottir, the child of Odin and Frigga, the sibling to Thor, and Perseus Freyr Lokison's mom.

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One day Loki was being mischievous as usual and felt the need to be in a feminine form and dress in a very sexy red swimsuit just to see how many heads she turned. She still kept her tall height and slim body, albeit now more feminine in form. Her face remained angular with high regal cheekbones, and small pouty lips. She, however, turned her dark black hair almond, and her emerald eyes turned turquoise that shifted to the green or blue of waters nearby in order to remain separate from her regular form.

Now she just needs a new name. Hmm, she feels like a princess, so she’ll call herself Sally. She laughed to herself, but then as she headed towards the ocean she met the most stunning man. From his tanned mediterranean skin, to hair as dark as night but still somehow glowing warmly in the sun, and eyes like the very ocean's themselves raw, powerful, and beautiful. His form is sturdy but relaxed, with muscles defined in golden armor. A well trimmed beard on a strong jaw and nose, with full lips, and high cheekbones. This man was a god, Sally was sure of it, as sure as her own mouth was hanging open.

The strange thing was the man seemed to mimic her stunned expression. Well Sally doubted that this man knew Sally was a goddess, since she sealed her magic after becoming Sally to hide her aura from even Heimdal so her father Odin wouldn't notice her, but this man still stood there starstruck.

Sally snickered, and then full blown laughed and her brown curls fell into her now swirling blue eyes. It was like those midgardians shows that she sometimes snuck out to see where it was love at first sight, and here she was trying to be the stunning one but she ended up being stunned as well.

The man’s face became pinched, wondering why Sally was laughing. Sally had to stop herself by laughing, it was unbecoming of a princess of Asgard. “S-sorry,” Sally said after her laughing petered off, “It’s just well in your golden armor and everything, and with how handsome you look, I thought ‘this man must be a god.’” Sally's face then got really red, did she just say that outloud?!

The man had a stunned expression on his face, then smiled, “I’m glad I’m not the only one who had similar thoughts as I thought ‘oh, this person must be a goddess.’ You happen to be right in your thoughts though. Tell me since you can see my armor, you must be a mortal able to see through the Mist, do you know of the Greek gods?”

Sally blushes at his compliment. Then she thought about what he was saying. He thinks Sally is a clear-sighted mortal. Maybe she can play around with him a bit, without having to worry about diplomacy.

‘The Greek pantheon,’ Sally thought surprised. Hmm while this man only appears to be in his mid twenties now, he has an aura of power around him. More so than many of the other Greek gods she had met. The only one that fell close when she attended a meeting between all the gods years ago was the arrogant fool, the king of Olympus, Zeus. Now that she thinks of it, his appearance bares a striking resemblance to Zeus with their strong features and striking eyes. Well, this man’s eyes are the everchanging greens and blues, swirling with power, like the sea. The sea! Is this man Poseidon?! The king of the seas and brother to Zeus!

Maybe she should mess with him a bit, play the foolish mortal, her need for mischief coming out to play.

“I’m quite familiar with the Greek gods, after all the monsters I see roaming this land. Now are you perhaps the king of Olympus, Zeus?” Sally asks, hiding her grin.

The man she is absolutely certain is Poseidon, sputters insulted.

Sally can’t help it but she laughs at his indignant expression, “I-I’m k-kidding, you must be the god of the seas, Poseidon.”

“You know if I didn’t find you so intriguing, I might have smited you for that. For that I must ask what your name is, so I can know that name of one so bold and beautiful.” Poseidon says teasingly with a smile.

Sally blushes again and smiles at Poseidon, “Well if you must know my name is Sally.” She grins sensually then and says, “Well if you find me so intriguing, why don’t you take me out to dinner.”

Poseidon goes to grab her hand, bowing down to kiss her hand, “With pleasure my lady.”

‘H-how can he just turn the tables like that?’ Sally thinks blushing profusely, trying to hide her face away, thinking she must look like a strawberry by now.

Poseidon laughs at her attempt to hide her blush, and holds out his hand. She laughs alongside him and grabs his hand walking alongside the beach with him.

They end up talking about their interests and likes and get to know each other along the way to their destination. Sally doesn’t reveal that she is actually a goddess, since she’s just here to have some fun, but she does tell Poseidon about her family and her adventures, and just makes them seem human. The world seems to fall away as they look into each other’s eyes and hear the enchanting tones of one another's voices. Slowly starting to fall for one another, but they take their time. They do have all the time in the world after all.

Sally ends up staying in a cabin on that very Montauk Beach, and Poseidon and her end up going on more dates and learning more and more about one another.

Sally eventually reveals that she is gender fluid when she feels more masculine again after a few dates. He doesn't change his body to match, because as Sal now, he is still playing the mortal, but wants Poseidon to know. Poseidon just smiles and accepts him, and lavishes him as a prince (even though Poseidon doesn't know yet who he really is, that he really is a prince).

Loki won't admit it, but he cried when Poseidon just accepted him. He never had the chance to really express himself before, and here was someone just casually accepting him for who he wasm

Sally though mostly stays in feminine in mind, as she won't have the chance to be a female once she returns home besides the occasional dressing up in her room, and perhaps feels the need to overcompensate subconsciously. Sally knows her time on Midgard won’t last forever, and she’ll have to return soon.

However, the summer turns to fall, and eventually winter, and Sally still stays in the cabin she bought on the Montauk beach where she first met Poseidon. She fell into a routine of pretending to be the mortal Sally Jackson (she decided on that last name when she lied and said her father's name was Jack and decided to have her last name be a homage to her Norse heritage), and spending time with Poseidon. They eventually fall into bed together, exploring their bodies together, and finding pleasure in one another.

Sally felt that her time was almost up on Midgard and she would have to return to Asgard, as she couldn’t hide from Heimdal and her father forever. She delayed it as much as possible, but now something in the air felt ominous like the Norns were warning her of something to come.

She enjoyed her time here on this planet for as long as she could, but she really didn’t want to leave. Sally fell in love with Midgard, she felt accepted and loved in a way she never felt before. Not even with her mother Frigga. As much as she tried and Sally loved and adored her mother, Frigga never truly understood her.

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It was when the year finally turned anew in January and it officially became the Midgardian year 1999, Sally started to feel sick. She was throwing up, and feeling light headed. What was happening to her? Gods don't get sick.

The revelation, however, came upon her shortly when she was telling one of the friends she made on Midgard how she was feeling. She still couldn't believe she made a friend! After all, Loki never had friends on Asgard, people were either too frightened by their status as prince, or thought that they were too weird and strange with their magic and interests in books instead of swords.

Sally became friends though with this person by leaning into her mischief, something no one back home ever appreciated aside from her mother Frigga. Thus, Sally pranked this fifthly scum of a human being, who wouldn’t stop hitting on her with nasty comments, to question his reality. She did this by getting all of his employees (Sally couldn’t believe he even had a job let alone employees) to agree and tell him that the sky was green, and the grass was blue, and so on and so forth. It only took a little bit of persuasion, and money, to do. Sally after all is a princess and is well forthcoming in both. One of his employees though was very enthusiastic, for she was tired of this geezer’s underhanded and sexist and racist comments, but needed the money. This happened to be Malia, a beautiful, tall Hawaiian woman with almond colored skin and dark curly hair who worked three jobs to provide for her three kids, and used to do wrestling in her free time at a gym when her husband was still alive, but had to quit to provide for her family.

Thus, Sally setup all the employees who worked at this man's laundry mat with more money than they’ve ever seen in a month for each day they worked to gaslit the fool into losing his sanity. In just a month, with employees all the more eager to come in and get back at their boss and earn some money, the walrus of a man, who stank worse than trash, cracked and ran outside yelling at people that the world was ending, and everyone was crazy. It was fantastic! All the employees cheered, and ended up making more money than they did in a whole year or years in just a month, and went on to find better jobs and do things and buy things they never were able to before after the laundry mat "unexpectedly" closed down.

Sally doesn't even remember the man's name but it seemed fitting. G-something Ugly, or something similar. Oh, it was Gabe Ugliano, but all his employees called him Smelly Gabe behind his back! Sally really hated that man after hearing and seeing more of how he treated everyone around him, and was glad that he was gone.

Malia was glad Smelly Gabe was gone too, and actually personally thanked Sally, tears in her eyes, and invited Sally into her home. She was going to lose her family’s home, and because of Sally she wasn’t, and her and her kids just wanted to show their appreciation. From then on, Sally and Malia became close friends, and could always find company in one another to talk about their struggles, or anything they needed. (Well, Sally could never bring herself to tell Malia who she truly was, for that would endanger Malia and Sally couldn’t do that to her friend.)

At least Smelly Gabe was good for something though, he got Malia and Sally to become friends after losing his sanity!

In any case, Sally lamented to her best friend Malia when they were finishing up with their food at a café about feeling sick lately and described feeling light headed, having cravings, and feeling more emotional than normal.

Malia had this look in her eyes, that she knew what was what, "Tell me, have you and your lover boy had sex in the last month or so."

Sally looked confused, "Yeah why?"

Malia shook her head, her black curly hair falling in her face, unbelieving at her friend's obliviousness, "Well, you might want to check and see if you're pregnant, sweetie." She swept her long hair back out of her face, and her brown eyes looked into Sally’s blues.

Sally looked at her friend shocked, "Pregnant?!" Sure Sally had a physical female form full time these days, but she never considered that idea that she could actually get pregnant. Heck, even her myths that she heard about her getting pregnant with Sleipnnir was actually because of accidental magic and not… what she heard in the myth. Was she really pregnant? Sally looked down at her flat stomach, thinking of Poseidon and her together all of those times.

Malia sighs, "Oh honey, it's okay. I'm a mother of three, and while kids are a lot of work, they also bring the greatest joy that I could ever have. I'll support you no matter what though, dear." Then she gains a serious expression, "And that lover boy of yours better shape up, or he can expect a beating from yours truly." Malia flexes her muscles to prove the point.

Sally's worried expression gained a small smile at her friend's antics, "I just never thought it was possible." Then she goes to hug her friend, "Thank you for everything Malia."

"Of course, hun." Malia smiles hugging Sally back, "And while I'm 99% sure you're pregnant, why don't you get a pregnancy test back at the pharmacy to make sure."

Sally's smiles and nods, "I'll see you later to tell you the news," and she heads out of the café waving goodbye to her friend not planning on going to the pharmacy, as she had other ways to test if she was pregnant.

The cold brisk air of January hits her. However, like any other time she was exposed to the cold, it doesn’t bother her, it almost seems to energize her. She never dwells on these thoughts though, how different it made her, yet again, from everyone else, as she always distracted herself from these thoughts, not wanting to accept how different she was yet again.

Sally wondered if her child would have her same disposition, if she truly is pregnant, and whether she wanted that solidarity with another being or if she wanted them to be ‘normal’.

Sally shakes her head, it doesn’t matter, she might not even be pregnant, and either way any child deserves to grow up how they wish to be and not be ostracized for being different like she was, no matter if they are like her or not.

She was still lost in similar thoughts though, and what ifs through the whole walk home, worried that by being the child's mother it would doom them to be different and ‘other’.

Even still, she always wanted to be a mother. To care and love for her own child, to be a mom.

Thus, Sally reaches her cabin, not even remembering how she got there, as she was too lost in her thoughts. Was she really pregnant? She breathed out, well only one way to find out. She reached for her magic, knowing intimately how to cast the spell she needed when she helped out in a healing center before.

Her green magic exploded out of her fingertips. The magic that she kept sealed away to hide herself bursting out of her in energizing waves. She knew she would have to hurry before the worlds of Midgard and Asgard aligned and let Heimdal see her. She casted the runes into the air, once again memorized by feeling how alive magic felt and let the runes sink into her. She waited a moment, feeling the magic buzz underneath her skin. If nothing happened then she wasn't pregnant. However, the magic alighted, and she saw green light up all around her. She really was pregnant! She jumped for joy, and proceeded to breathe in her magic one more time before she had to seal it again. The buzz was gone, but her joy radiated in the air.

Oh this is so exciting! She is going to be a mother. Is she going to have a boy or girl? You know what, Sally doesn't care just as long as they are happy and healthy. She wondered if the baby would have Poseidon's ever changing sea green eyes, or her natural emerald eyes. If the baby would take after her in magic, or perhaps the baby would be a fighter like their uncle Thor. Then, Sally's smile fell. Her baby could never go to Asgard and meet Thor, or her mother Frigga because her father Odin would never approve. Would Odin even let Sally have this baby, when not only will she be the mother and not the father, but the baby will be half Greek?!

Sally clutched her stomach protectively worrying about all the unknowns. For now though, she looked longingly at her bed. Deciding that she needed a rest first, before she dealt with reality again. She fell into her bed's comforting embraces and fell into oblivion.

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Loki, or rather Sal (the masculine name he came up with for Sally), woke up. Still when Loki was male in mind, he preferred Loki, but well that's a dead give away to his identity, and he couldn't have that.

In any case, Loki groaned remembering all the revelations that happened to him earlier. He really was pregnant. He looked at the clock ticking down on his nightstand, 8:00 pm. Loki breathed out, he must've been exhausted if he 'napped' for 6 hours. Loki steeled his nerves, he needed to tell Poseidon, so he prayed to Poseidon. Loki couldn't delay this anymore and lie to him especially now that they were having a baby together.

Poseidon arrived shortly after in a burst of blinding light. Loki closed his eyes more from the sheer light being emitted, than the actual danger of seeing Poseidon's divine form.

Poseidon looked to Loki frantically, hearing the distress in his tone when he prayed to him. "Sal, what's wrong?" He looked at him searching for any injuries, somehow always knowing that when Loki presented as male, even when his form didn't physically change.

This comforted Loki, in Poseidon's worrying, he in turn felt less nervous, and stated "I'm pregnant."

"W-what?" Poseidon asks, stunned. Then, gained a stupidly huge grin on his face. "That fantastic news!" However, he then thought of the prophecy about a half-blood of the eldest gods. He shut his eyes, feeling the remnants of the fates when he still held the domain of prophecy telling him of his unborn's child's doom. He already felt like mourning a child who wasn't even born. He was brought out of his spiraling condition, though, when Loli brought his hand to Poseidon's arm and looked into his eyes worryingly.

Loki breathed out, unsure why Poseidon's mood took such a drastic turn. He knew Poseidon was like the ever changing sea, from the gentle tides, to the roaring storms, and that Loki fell in love with all of him, but this was something different. However, he loved this man, and he needed to tell Poseidon who he really was.

'Yes,' Loki finally admitted to himself, 'I love Poseidon with all my heart, even though I knew it couldn't last. At least I could have him now, always in my memories, and now a piece of him forever in our child.'

Loki decided to just rip the bandaid off, thinking that the midgardian's metaphor was fitting, "My name is not not really Sal Jackson. I am Prince Loki Odinson of Asgard." He decided to transform externally to make his point clear, careful not to mess with his internal womb, his form changing back to his original wavy black hair and emerald eyes. He looked into Poseidon's eyes searchingly, waiting for rejection. His green magic briefly casted into the air before quickly receding into his skin.

To say Poseidon was shocked would be an understatement, and exclaimed, "I thought you were just an Asgardian, I didn't know you were a god."

"Now I know this looks…" Wait Loki thinks, "You knew I was an Asgardian?!"

Poseidon shakes off his shock, and rolls his eyes fondly, "My star, I knew from practically the beginning. You practically announced it when you kept calling Earth 'Midgard.' Not to mention how little you knew of basic human culture."

Loki sputters and blushes, "I thought you didn't notice."

"I'm not that oblivious!" Poseidon says offended.

Loki raises his eyebrows challengingly, saying 'sure.'

"Are you really okay with this, though?" Loki says, gesturing to himself. "Don't you hate me now?!" Loki shouts, fighting back tears and looking away.

Poseidon sighs, his heart breaking at his love fighting back tears, "I know that we were just treating this as a fun fling, but I fell in love with you. I fell in love with your smile, your mischievousness, and your tenacity. Everything about you I adore, and even though this complicates the matter with the whole inter patheon mixing, I could never hate you, my star."

Loki looks up into Poseidon's eyes, only seeing love swirling in their green depths. Loki goes to hug Poseidon, wanting to be comforted in his large arms. Poseidon accepts. "I love you too," Loki whispers to Poseidon.

They stay in each other's embrace for what feels like hours, but eventually they separate and look at one another.

Loki's face then turns perplexed, "By the way what got you all worried earlier? You almost seemed like you were mourning when I told you I was pregnant."

Poseidon looks like he's been caught stealing a cookie from the cookie jar, if the jar happened to be Asgard's royal vaults, and the cookie was one of its most valuable treasures. He clears his throat, "Well, since I thought you were mortal before," and he continued almost inaudibly, "and there's this prophecy…"

Loki crosses his arms, "I can't hear you. Can you repeat that?"

"There might be this tiny, little bit," then Poseidon quickly rushes out, "maybe- world-ending-prophecy-about-a-half-blood-child-of-the-eldest-gods."

"What?!" Loki yells, practiced in Poseidon speech. "Tell me this prophecy now." Loki demands, his green eyes steely with controlled anger.

"It's fine love, you aren't mortal, so it shouldn't…" Poseidon trails off and gulps when he sees Loki fuming, "Umm well, it goes:

A half-blood of the eldest gods,

Shall reach Sixteen against all odds,

And see the world in endless sleep,

A hero's soul, cursed blade shall reap,

A single choice shall end his days,

Olympus to preserve or raze."

Loki looks terrified, his form trembling, as he processes the prophecy.

"W-what's wrong Sa-Loki?" Poseidon asks worriedly.

Loki looks into Poseidon's eyes terrified and demands, "Repeat the first line again."

Poseidon does so instantly, and processes the request. "A half-blood of the eldest gods." Then, Poseidon loses all the color on his face as realization hits.

Loki sees this and says, "The prophecy doesn't say half-god it says half-blood of the eldest gods, and we are two elder gods from two different pantheons. Our child would be considered-"

"A half-blood." Poseidon finishes grimly, remembering the fates warning him, teasing him, of the fate of their unborn child.

Notes:

While Loki is actually a fairly young god, he is still considered an elder god in his patheon.

And for anyone confused on the Sally and Loki/Sal naming, It will for the most part be Sally when female in mind, and Loki when male in mind, with Sal only coming to play in dialogue around and with people who don't know Loki's true identity going forward.

Also, I changed the expected birth year for Percy to 1999 for reasons, reasons which will work for the rough timeline I have for this fic.

Magnus Chase's gods don't exist in this universe (as I don't want to make more split personalities than necessary, and it won't work for this au). However, Magnus himself may make a cameo as a child of an Asgardian and Midgardian rather than Freyr.

Also, when this is posted on ao3, keep in mind that some changes have already been made.

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