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#c: loki series thoughts
kasagia · 10 months
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My love will never die
Pairing: Aleksander Morozova/General Kirigan/The Darkling x moon summoner! reader Summary: You knew Aleksander before he was a Black Heretic, a foldmaker. You married him and promised to be by his side through thick and thin. And you never, ever regretted your choice. However, one day, your paths parted in an unfortunate way, and you both believed that the love of your lives was gone forever. After many centuries, you meet again with a man very similar to your Aleksander. And you start to wonder... maybe your love never die after all? Warning(s): ANGST, de@th mention, the reader yearns for Aleksander, and Aleksander yearns for the reader :c I USED FRAGMENT OF THE SONG "Jeg Saler Min Ganger" FROM THE SERIES "LOKI" Nonsense from me: So this is request from @morrigan-crowmwell Thank you so much, I was super excited to write this! I hope this is more or less what you asked for and that you like it.♡♡ I'm sorry it took me soooo long! ♡♡ Word count: 13k
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"Aleksander Morozova! You'll be late to meet your mother!" you squealed as he stole another long kiss from you. "We don't have time for this, Sasha." you moaned, when he moved his lips to your sensitive neck.
"Nonsense… I always have time to properly say goodbye to my wife before I leave." he murmured against your skin, sucking on your weak spot behind your ear. He smiled slyly, hearing the sweet moan coming from your red lips, swollen from kissing.
Saints, he could stay in your arms for the rest of eternity.
"As much as your wife loves your goodbyes, she'd rather her mother-in-law didn't wander in the middle of one, looking for her spoiled son."
"This is how you say goodbye to your husband, lapushka? Calling him spoiled and hurting his feelings?" he asked indignantly, hovering over his beautiful wife and looking at her intently. He wanted to burn the view below him into his mind until he was back in her arms again.
"I have been "goodbye-ing" you for three hours, Aleksander. Don't you think that's enough for a 4 day trip?"
"I need at least one more hour to enjoy you." he murmured, placing more kisses on your already-marked neck.
"If Baghra finds us…" you moaned as he bit your neck gently, effectively silencing you, and got out of your head all the reasons why he should go now.
"It would be helpful if you would stop thinking about my mother while I try to kiss every inch of your gorgeous skin. Besides, don't worry about her. She likes you—sometimes even more than her own son, I have to admit. If anything, she'll blame me."
"Don't worry, sobachka (puppy), you'll always be my favourite." you smirked, flipping him onto the mattress of your bed and straddling him, marking his skin with your lips, making sure you'd give him back the same favour.
"I thought we didn't have time for this?" he purred meanly, pleased with your attention.
"Shut up and kiss me, Sasha." you demanded with an equally malicious gleam in your eyes, knowing full well how this would end. Bagra was right. You had him wrapped around your little finger. Which was good considering how many female Grishas wanted to catch his eye.
"As you wish, milaya." without a second's hesitation, he grabbed your cheek and pulled you into a kiss, pinning you back under him on the mattress.
Disappointment, as usual, overtook you after waking up from this beautiful dream. During those few centuries, flashbacks about HIM only became more frequent. Someone should hang that fool who said time heals all wounds. In your case, it only made it worse.
You'd give anything to go back a few hundred years and not let him go alone with his mother on this trip. You didn't even remember why they went to Aleksander's sister.
You had a vague memory of that day, only remembering the morning with your husband and the fragments of the Fjerdans' attack on your village.
But the moment you found out you were a moon summoner will forever be etched deep in your memories.
You helped your best friend's family and herself escape when the men attacked you. You defended yourself using all the tricks and attacks Alexander had taught you, but it wasn't enough against a band of trained soldiers.
Just as he was about to slash his sword at you, you felt heat radiating deep from your chest. You screamed, falling to your knees as light began to emit from you, blinding some soldiers and killing those close to you. The first time you've used the cut and your power.
You escaped with your friend and her brother - the last survivors, and hid in the city, pretending to be siblings who managed to survive the great fire caused by Grisha.
It was hard to pretend to hate your own people and even harder to hide your new powers. But the hardest thing was going through all this without Aleksander by your side.
You tried to contact him, search in every possible way. But the world was different back then. Your attempts in advance were doomed to failure. And you knew it. But your stupid heart made you search for your husband until the end.
And you did. Until the news of the Black Heretic, the shadow summoner, who died while creating the fold, spread across the world.
You mourned Aleksander for a long time. Your life went on, but the wound of losing your husband never healed. And you knew it wouldn't. He was your great, true love. Your end game. It was impossible to let him go, to make place in your heart for someone new.
Time passed, and everything around you slowly changed. Except you. Your friends got old, grey, and wrinkled. And you remained the same as those decades ago. Then you discovered your second curse. You were immortal.
You and Aleksander could have lived together forever if not for Shu Han's and Fjerda's people.
It was the time when you vowed to finish Aleksander's work at any cost. His sacrifice will not be in vain. You were supposed to build a Ravka safe for the Grishas. All you needed was a sun and shadow summoner.
So you waited. At any sign of the sun summoner's presence. You knew Aleksander's lineage was fine. People often spoke of the descendants of the Black Heretic. You've never come close to them. You didn't want to relive the pain that would be associated with being with a member of his family. Aleksander had no children, but his sister probably did; maybe even Baghra found someone - you weren't sure about the old woman's fate.
The past centuries have not been kind to you. But this month was fruitful in terms of good news. The sun summoner has been found, the king of Ravka was ill, and your men were on the trail of Morozova's deer.
And that's how you were on your way to meet Alina Starkov and the descendant of the Morozovas, General Kirigan.
You were supposed to change the world together - in memory of your Aleksander.
~•♤♤♤•~
Aleksander had never been in such a hurry to get home before.
He was so desperate to have you in his arms again that he even ignored all of his mother's taunts, remarks, and other snide comments. All that mattered to him now was coming home to you.
That's why he bravely endured his mother's teasing remarks as they rode horseback towards your cottage.
He was excited, only moments away from returning to the love of his life.
He missed you more than he dared admit to anyone. And he was a little ashamed of how an ordinary woman without Grisha's powers, like you, could have such power over him.
NO. You were not ordinary. You were his wife, friend, lover, support, rock, asylum, home. The only one to whom he entrusted his heart and soul voluntarily and without the slightest hesitation.
And with this gift his sister gave him, Aleksander will make sure you stay with him forever. That you'll live as long as he does. Neither of them, nor he, Baghra, nor his sister knew if this "gift" would work.
But Aleksander would be damned if he didn't try to keep you in his arms forever.
It didn't matter how many times he failed, trying to make you his equal, trying to turn you into a Grisha with similar powers to his. He was ready to do everything for you.
Aleksander sped up seeing your house. In his haste, he didn't even notice that he had lost his mother and that the scenery around him seemed to be getting darker and more frightening.
He practically leapt off his horse and raced to the door, opening it and rushing inside as fast as he could.
"Y/N?! Sweetheart, I'm home!" he shouted, expecting that as soon as you heard his voice, you would come running, throwing yourself into his arms.
But he was greeted by nothing but a terrible, deadly silence.
The scattered things in the corridor made him slightly anxious, but he dismissed his dark thoughts by saying that you were a little mess. However, after he still didn't hear any response from you, he started to worry.
He entered the living room only to find shattered furniture, an overturned bookshelf, and a broken window.
He panicked. He went mad with fear, screaming your name and running around the house like crazy, looking for you or any clues to where you might have run away.
His heart stopped when he found your battered body under an overturned wardrobe.
In the blink of an eye, he got you out from under the furniture and took you in his arms, trying to bring you back to consciousness.
"Y/N, please, Y/N, open your eyes! You can't leave me, not like that! Y/N! My sweet wife, my heart, please open your eyes!" he was shaking you in panic, begging all the saints to prove his dark suppositions wrong.
"Aleksander?" your quiet, tearful whisper both relieved him and broke his heart.
You lived. He hasn't lost you yet.
NO.
He couldn't lose you. He has to take you to the healer.
"Yes, love, it's me. Everything is fine now. I got you. Just stay with me until I get a help."
"You promised to protect me... why didn't you protect me, Aleksander? Have you stopped loving me?" your desperate whimper tore his soul in half. He began to shake all over, despising the feeling of helplessness and distress that had completely taken over him.
"What? No, I'll always love only you..." he felt your body suddenly go limp in his arms. He gripped your shoulders even tighter, shaking you in his panic attack. "Y/N? Y/N?! Y/N open your eyes! Y/N no! Don't leave me! Darling, no!" he screamed desperately in pain, burying his head in your hair and crying as he knelt on the floor and rocked with your cold body in his arms.
~•♤♤♤•~
Aleksander sprang from his bed.
The general was breathing fast, trying to calm himself after another nightmare involving you.
His beautiful wife. His epic love.
For hundreds of years, the day he lost the only love of his life played out in his nightmares in different ways. This time, his subconscious was kind enough to let him talk to you for a while. Usually, he finds your body either impaled or dismembered. He never managed to save you. With none of those dreams.
His dreams might have macabred the events of that day, but he had never, in all those hundreds of years of his life, forgotten what really happened. He has not forgotten the grief, anger, sadness, and despair that overcame him when he and Baghra found their village burned to the ground without any trace of you.
Despite his search, he still didn't know what really happened to you, and he doubted he'd ever find out the truth. If all this had happened a few years later, if he hadn't been a boy just discovering the true power growing within him then, but the man he is now, you'd never despair like that. You'd never leave him to mourn over the future you two could have if only he was more powerful.
He was trying to fool himself. Telling himself that if you survived, you would have lived a much better life than you'd lived with him by your side. What could he have given you, then? An uncertain future, living in hiding, being hunted by the king's men? You were worth much more. You were worth all the jewels and treasures of this land, safety, peace, family, and happiness. Aleksander couldn't give you that. Not then.
He couldn't remember how many sleepless nights he'd spent wishing he could meet you now, to have you by his side, when he was this powerful man who could look after you properly, who would throw the world at your feet or burn it to the ground, depending on your humour.
But every time the sun came up and he had to continue playing his new role, the bitter reality made him realise that he would never have you again. He will never feel your soft skin under his fingers again, never lose himself in those beautiful, mesmerising irises, never run his hand through your hair, never take in your wonderful, intoxicating scent, and never taste your alluring, feisty lips again.
He was alone. And he will be until the end.
Until he widens the fold and makes sure no more Grisha dies at the hands of common otkazat'sya. That none of his people will repeat your fate.
He was supposed to change the world - in memory of his Y/N.
And then, maybe fate will be kind enough to reunite him with his beloved wife on the other side.
~•♤♤♤•~
Alina Starkov was a pain in the ass.
It took the girl only 15 minutes to run away from Kirigan's Grishas and get herself into trouble. She has damn luck that you decided to follow her and rescue her sunny ass.
You disappeared as soon as you made eye contact with her after you burned the Fjerdans with your pale, white light.
You wandered through the forest, cursing under your breath at the carelessness of both sun and shadow summoners. You didn't know which was worse, the impetuous girl or the thoughtless general who just let her get away.
With helpers like that, you'll have to work twice as hard to make the fold bigger. Fate really had no mercy on you.
You stood by the river, sighing in relief as you washed the blood from your face with cold water.
Your moment of peace didn't last long, however. You sensed an additional presence—someone creeping towards you. You took out one of your daggers and braced yourself for an attack.
But the moment you turned to face your opponent, you froze.
Aleksander...
He was standing in front of you. In a black kefta, a man so like your husband that just looking at him hurts you more than any blade could. This gaze, this face, were hunting you each night, every time you closed your eyes. And now he was standing right before you.
And the worst of it all was that it wasn't your Aleksander.
Only his descendant looking just like him. A shell that resembles the only man you've ever loved.
In your rage, you attacked him first, taking out your anger on him for the saints for continuing to play you mercilessly by putting your husband's doppelgänger in your way.
But Kirigan did not give up so easily. As soon as you moved towards him, he too snapped out of his strange daze and drew his dagger as well. The clang of metal echoed across the clearing as you both tried to find the other's weak spot. Oddly enough, you both did it at the same time.
"Put that down and I'll consider whether or not to spare your life." he growled, holding your arm in a tight grip as he felt your nails digging through the skin on his hand.
"Femoral artery. You'll bleed out faster than me." you replied with a malicious smirk, ignoring his threats.
"Who are you?"
"My mother taught me better than to make friends with the stranger freak in the forest, sir. Especially when they have a dagger dangerously close to my back." you kicked him, pushing him away from you, and attacked again. The clanking of steel against each other echoed across the clearing as your daggers met halfway. You growled in frustration, pushing him away.
"Your mother should teach you not to attack everyone you meet. You may encounter someone much stronger than you." Kirigan recovered faster this time, storming at you.
You ended up in a rather uncomfortable position as you held the steel against his heart and he wrapped his arm halfway around you, pulling you close. You didn't know if you were more dissatisfied with the metal digging into your chest or with his hands on you.
"And yours that you shouldn't raise a hand against a woman. I guess they both failed."
Did you both just say the exact same thing when you first met your husband? Yes.
Will he get lenient treatment from you just because he looks like your Aleksander? Absolutely fucking no.
Taking advantage of his moment of inattention as he stared at you distractedly, you pulled out the second hidden dagger and placed it against his neck. You tried to push his hand away from you, but the man, feeling the extra-cold blade against his skin, woke up from his trance and grabbed your left hand aggressively.
He moved your blade away from his neck and pinned you to the tree, slamming your left hand hard against the trunk, making the weapon fly out of your hand and bury itself in the ground near his foot.
Kirigan pressed his dagger to your side, leaning closer to you. He stared intently into your eyes, and for a brief moment you saw longing flicker in his dark eyes, which then gave way to rage and frustration, equal to the one that exploded inside you the moment you saw him. The moment you noticed that saints still played cruel with you by creating someone so damn similar to your husband.
He has no right to have the same face and eyes as your lost love.
"What. Are. You?" he asked, pausing on each word to intimidate you and bring his face closer to yours. But you didn't care much. You have hundreds of years; nothing, especially the doppelgänger of the man you love, could scare you.
You stared at each other with hostile eyes, and for some reason (other than your dagger at his thigh), he had some sort of hatred for you as well. So much so that he didn't notice how your powers reached for each other where your skin touched.
Strangely, it felt familiar to you. HE felt familiar.
You stared into each other's eyes as you unknowingly leaned in closer. You were about to try to break free from his grip when a sudden snap of branches caught your attention.
"That's you! She saved me from the Frejdans, sir." Alina's voice pulled him out of this strange moment between you two.
You wanted to find a sun summoner. You spent several hundred years on this, but the girl had hellishly bad timing.
Kirigan moved away from you, but you both continued to aim your daggers at each other, not trusting each other for a moment. Even though Alina just admitted that you saved her life.
"Why did you do that?"
"Someone so powerful like you should recognise when they stand before their equal, general Kirigan." you sneered, glancing for a moment at the woman standing next to both of you. Fortunately, nothing happened to her. She had a few scratches, but nothing that even the most ordinary medic couldn't heal.
"And how exactly are we equal?"
You smirked mischievously as you slipped the dagger into your sheath.
You linked your hands, focusing on the warm feeling of your light coursing through your veins, and without taking your eyes off the general's, you pulled them apart, revealing a thread of white light. You spread your arms wider, causing the rays to illuminate the clearing around you.
They both stared at you in amazement as your light turned into stars, which then arranged themselves into constellations. Figures of saints ran around you until you flicked your wrist to make them disappear.
"Melinoe Petrova. Moon Summoner. I think the three of us are going to change the world together."
You watched the speechless Alina with satisfaction, but your smile faded as you shifted your gaze to Kirigan. You had some difficulty reading him, but even more so understanding the longing in his eyes.
It seems your problems with a shadowman have only just begun…
~•♤♤♤•~
Kirigan didn't trust you.
You weren't surprised by it, but you hoped it would be easier for you to manipulate him. Apparently, the descendant of Aleksander inherited family cunning and distrust.
It's been a month since your little encounter (and fight) in the woods. In the meantime, you've been living in the Little Palace with the other Grishas; you met the king and got your own fancy kefta.
Black kefta. With moons, stars, and so on.
You wouldn't care about the colour of the fabric if it didn't turn out that only Kirigan wore one. Bloody Alina was the first to find Genya and get herself a blue one. So you stayed in your black kefta, pretending the general wasn't trying to mark you as his property.
But the son of a bitch liked your look in his colours too much for you to accept it.
It didn't help that he was too much like your Aleksander, either. Many times you've held back from taunting, making snide comments, or yelling at him just because those fucking dark eyes looked at you, taking you back hundreds of years to the time when HE was by your side and looked at you like that.
The similarity between them was not only in appearance. They had a lot in common when it came to character traits. Stubborn, mischievous, prescient, well-read... sometimes, when you spent too much time in his war room, you found yourself thinking of him as your Aleksander.
So slowly, despite all your self-loathing, you fell in love with the general.
That's why you were hiding from him in the library, hoping Alina, Zoya, or anyone else would keep him busy tonight enough to forget that you were supposed to meet him after dinner.
You had to suppress that stupid feeling. He was not Aleksander. He was just your husband's doppelgänger. Just a shell of your lover.
"Mel? Are you okey?" Alina's soft, concerned whisper snapped you out of your thoughts.
"I'm fine. Another nightmare?" you asked, patting the space next to you and opening the edge of the blanket for the girl to sit with you.
Your beginnings with Alina were not colourful; the sunny girl irritated you and could easily throw you off balance. But as time passed, you became friends to the point where you comforted her after her nightmares about the fold and the deaths of her loved ones. Sometimes you would read her old Ravkan fairy tales or sneak into the kitchen for hidden sweets. In more critical situations, you would drag her outside to the gardens, where you would sit on the pier by the lake, watching it gleam in the moonlight.
In a way, you too found solace in comforting the girl. It was nice to have company after being alone for so long. Fighting your past, which was showing up in your dreams, was easier with a ray of sunshine by your side.
"No. This time I can't sleep."
"Are you bothered by overly comfortable pillows, or maybe our princess felt a pea under the mattress?" Alina snorted, shaking her head. It took her some time to realise that your sarcastic remarks were not intended to offend her but merely to make her laugh.
"I'm thinking about Mal."
"Oh yeah… your boyfriend and childhood friend, what's up with him?" you asked, slamming the book shut to turn all your attention to the black-haired girl.
"He's not my boyfriend. We are only friends." she murmured, blushing, obviously awkward at your apt comment.
"Sunshine, I can recognise the face and eyes of a woman in love. You can't hide your feelings from me."
"Well, you're not the only one with this gift. Kirigan also gives you an infatuated man's look. Don't deny it! Even Ivan can see it. I think that already half of the second army knows about their general's fondness for the moon summoner." she teased you with a cocky smirk on her face. You rolled your eyes, returning your attention to your book.
"Please, half of the Grishas look at me like that."
You knew what Alina meant. Kirigan looked to you as the solution to his fold problems - as did the other Grishas. Little did they know that instead of being their saviour, you gonna be their worst nightmare... a White Heretic.
"No, not in that way. They look at you, at us, as saints, as saviours who can destroy the fold. He admires you, not your power. And judging by the fact that you're still wearing a black kefta, he's not indifferent to you either."
You inadvertently snuggled deeper into the black material. Alina was partly right; maybe you didn't want to get involved in any romance, but it would definitely be easier to manipulate the general who is infatuated with you. You could have taken advantage of the fact that seeing you in his colours put him in a strangely pleasant mood. You've used your black clothes more than once as a weapon in your negotiations with the dark general.
"I have a black kefta because some irritatingly fast sun summoner found Genya first and got herself a dark blue one. You didn't leave me much choice, Alina."
"How sorry I am for that. By the way, Kirigan asked about you. He waits in his chambers, longing to finally see you after you've been ruthlessly ignoring him all day."
"I'm not done with you, Starkov!" you shouted after her, but the girl was already at the door, sticking her tongue out at you.
"See you in the morning, Petrova! You will tell me about your meeting with the General." she said as she walked away, slamming the library door.
"That little bitch." you muttered under your breath, wondering if you should go. You could have lied to him and said that you didn't meet Alina and forgot about your meeting. You only doubted the sun summoner's loyalty to you...
However, you started gathering your things, knowing full well that you would have to leave the library anyway.
You frowned as you heard soft footsteps behind you that probably no normal human would have heard… at least not one who hadn't lived at least a hundred years of hiding and running.
"Ivan." you greeted him without turning to face him. The man stopped, obviously surprised that you sensed his presence. However, he quickly returned to his unemotional mode.
"Miss Petrova. The General requests your presence in the war room."
"I was on my way." you replied, knowing full well that the man knew the truth. More than once, he chased you around the Little Palace at the general's behest. Fortunately, he had enough sense in his head not to make Kirigan aware that your memory was reliable and you didn't meet him only out of your own reluctance (actually, a huge desire to see him). "Alina just told me he wants to see me."
Ivan nodded and waited for you to escort you to the war room.
~•♤♤♤•~
Considering the fact that you were a regular visitor to Kirigan's war room, you should know the way to his chambers. But each time, you seemed to take a completely different route than the last time.
Ivan had to repay your elusiveness by making the longest trips to the general's room.
But this time, heartrender quickly dropped you off at his general's door and, wishing you good night, disappeared into one of the corridors.
You sighed, not wanting to face your growing infatuation and subsequent attempts to manipulate the general into carrying out your plans today.
You opened the door, entering the "vestibule". You pricked up your ears as you heard Kirigan talking to someone very familiar. Zoya.
"You used to call on me. On times like this. Your table wasn't messy, and in bed, it was me instead of these books. I can help you make it all right. Just let yourself relax." without knowing why, you wanted to go in there and interrupt whatever plan she had to seduce him. And not because you felt jealousy eating you up inside. You were supposed to be the one to lead him by the nose to do whatever you wanted. Not that windy bitch who was ruining your plan.
"I shall relax when my moon summoner comes here to help me with this. With her by my side, you don't need to worry about me anymore. I'm with the perfect helper." you chuckled internally, wanting so much to see the look on her face after he had rejected her. You figured this would be the perfect time to step in.
"Am I disturbing?" you asked as you walked inside.
If Zoya was an inferni, the general's room would probably go up in flames at the sight of you. Kirigan, on the other hand, seemed very pleased to see you. His eyes were focused only on you. And your black nightgown, over which you threw on (also the black) kefta he ordered.
"Not at all. Zoya was about to leave a few minutes ago."
"General." he said. Kirigan did not even glare at her as she bowed to him. She walked past you, giving you a hostile look, which you only smirked at.
"Didn't you forget something?" Kirigan's sharp question broke the silence between the three of you. Zoya stood immobile, as if engraved. She stared at the general for a moment, then clenched her hands into fists and bowed to you.
"Miss Petrova." she growled, then stormed out of the war room, slamming the door.
"It wasn't necessary. You'll only infuriate her more by forcing her to show me respect." you said, turning to face the general, who was suddenly right behind you. He was the only one who could sneak up on you. A skill he used extensively.
"You're the moon summoner… you'll get all the respect you deserve. I'll make sure about it." he murmured, tucking a strand of your hair behind your ear.
"You can't make people do it. Respect is something that has to be earned, something that has no meaning if it is given involuntarily." his silence surprised you. He usually answered your words with 10 of his. But now he was staring at you silently, which didn't help your already fast-beating heart. "So what do we have on the agenda today, general? Arguments about whether we really need First Army soldiers or you don't know where Loavana is."
"I know where Loavana is. I was tired then, and besides, you were the one who turned the map and misled me."
"Of course, general." you snorted, smiling teasingly. You moved to the other side of the table, tactically increasing the distance between you. "So, did you summon me for any reason other than staring at my natural glow? Because honestly, I'm getting a little bored." you said as you sat down on the table and casually reached for one of the orders he had written.
"Always impatient." he muttered, suddenly appearing in front of you and gently taking the paper from your hand.
"Always too mysterious."
"This may surprise you, but I have other things on my mind than your natural glow, little moon."
"What a shame." you murmured, placing your hand over your heart in a hurt gesture. But you became serious when you saw him staring dully at the map. "What's bothering you?"
"The Fjerdans have moved closer to our border."
"How many?" you asked, jumping off the table and turning your full attention to the distressed general.
"Several branches. Enough to get our attention and attack one of our regiments." he replied, pouring himself a glass of liquor and handing you your own.
"We need to speed up Alina's training. Before all hell breaks loose and our great king orders our troops to be divided to fight the Fjerdans. The fold case must be finally closed. Before we go to another war. For now, we have to send some of our healers and additional troops there. If there are more of Grishas there, no Fjerdan will dare attack them. They will shift their attention to the soldiers of the first army, and this will no longer be a direct problem for us." you turned to him, confused by his silence. Kirigan stared at you with a gentle, tender smile on his face and a longing, dreamy look. The silence between the two of you and the gaze he was giving you embarrassed you. "What? Why are you looking at me like that? Did I say something wrong?"
"No." he grunted, shaking his head as he blushed slightly when you caught him staring. "I just... I was fighting this war alone for so long."
This was the moment. You had to cast your net over him, surround him at his most vulnerable, and make him fall for you.
But you forgot to guard your own heart in the process...
You grabbed his hand. Your powers combined as usual when your skin touched, causing you to be enveloped in the utter darkness of his shadows, with only the white light emanating from your joined hands illuminating your faces.
"You're not alone." you whispered, afraid to break the spell between you. Afraid that the moment your voice reaches him, those damn hypnotic eyes will tear away from yours. Afraid your mind is about to scold the stupid heart that beat for the man before you. A man who, for the sake of your sanity, was too much like the husband you loved.
"I've been waiting a long time for you." he replied just as quietly, afraid to break the sanctity of the moment. Afraid it was another of his cruel dreams where he would have your dead body in his arms again. But the reality was even more brutal for him. Because the woman who stood before him, the woman who looked exactly like his wife, wasn't her at all. And that didn't stop his cold, centuries-old heart from beating for her.
"Believe me, not as long as me." you whispered. Tears began to gather in his eyes, threatening to spill out as he raised his other trembling hand and cupped your cheek. The feel of his cold hand on your face made you realise what you were doing. He was not Aleksander. He wasn't yours. And you will never be his. "I think I should go." you grunted, stepping away from him.
His shadows returned to him, as did your light. Everything has returned to normal. Except for the frantic beating of the hearts of the two of you.
"Don't forget about tomorrow's ball. We're supposed to put on a little show for the king and his nobility."
"How could I forget that we're supposed to be circus monkeys tomorrow?" you asked with a pugnacious smirk, to which he just shook his head in amusement.
"Don't let anyone else hear it. I don't want to visit you in a dungeon… however tempting you look in chains." his bold suggestion shocked you, but you decided to play on without giving him a chance to have the last word. You walked over to him and, ignoring his intense gaze, whispered in his ear with your lips brushing his earlobe.
"I'm not that easy to put in chains, general." you brushed his cheek with yours and disappeared from the war room at the speed of light.
It was something you could do. Game, flirt, chase, challenge—all kept away from any emotion other than lust. It was a game. Manipulation game. And you were going to win it. For your Aleksander and other Grishas.
~•♤♤♤•~
Your dress was so beautiful and wonderful. You admire Genya's skills, but what she did for you this time was indescribable.
With trembling hands, you smoothed the fabric of the dress around your waist, admiring the intricate embroidery of the constellations. The white and silver threads shone in the candlelight like real stars on your dark blue dress.
You didn't like getting dressed up, getting your hair up in a fancy hairstyle, or wearing those uncomfortable ball gowns. In fact, you've only worn formal clothes a few times in your life. But only twice did you feel like a true goddess, a queen. Today and on your wedding day.
"Who put that veil on you?" Baghra's grumpy tone snapped you out of your thoughts as you looked at yourself in the mirror. You had a lovely dress, even considering that neither you nor Aleksander and his mother had as much money compared to other families. But it didn't matter. Not for you. The most important was Alexander and you. And not the judgmental looks of other people. It was your day and no one could ruin it for you.
"Myself. Something's wrong?"
The woman sighed as she walked over to you and unfastened it with unusual delicacy for her, mumbling something about your blindness as she adjusted your crooked veil.
"Now. You look almost properly. You're missing one thing."
"Which is?"
She reached into the pouch strapped to her side and pulled out something shiny. She gestured for you to turn towards the mirror. You did it while watching a woman put the most beautiful necklace you've ever seen around your neck.
"Bagra is… it's wonderful. I can't…"
"Yes, you can. And you will be. I won't let that old hag gossip about my daughter looking like a poor peasant on her wedding day."
"Thank you." you whispered in a shaky voice, more concerned that the woman called you her daughter than the ridiculously expensive and beautiful necklace.
"Come on. Don't cry, or you'll turn red and scare everyone, including my son. You'd better hurry up. The boy is about to have a heart attack if you're another minute late. If it wasn't for Ulla, he would have run here 10 minutes ago."
"Did she manage to come?" you asked as she took your arm with the obvious intention of walking you down the aisle.
"Of course. That's my daughter. She wouldn't waste the opportunity to tease her crazy-in-love brother." you giggled, not missing her little smile. The woman stopped right in front of the exit door, giving you a serious look. "Y/N, are you absolutely sure you want this? You know our true origins, my boy's character, and all the dark things our family has been through. Are you absolutely sure you want to join this mess? 'Cause once we walk through that door, there's no turning back."
"I think we both know the answer to that question, Baghra."
"No. I need to hear it. Do you truly want this?"
"I dream of nothing more than marrying Aleksander, and spending my whole life with him, no matter how long or short it may be."
The woman nodded silently and opened the door.
A wide smile appeared on your face as soon as your gaze met the clearly nervous Aleksander. He calmed down the moment he saw you, an equally goofy, in-love smirk playing on his lips. And when he finally had you at arm's length, he didn't hesitate to grab your hands in his firm grip, never taking his eyes off yours for a moment.
It was just you and him. Lost in your love.
And so began your little eternity together... shorter than either of you would have liked.
You'll always remember that day, even if it was associated with bittersweet memories of your all-too-short marriage. A single tear fell from your eye. You wiped it with the sleeve of your dress.
Your hand automatically wandered under your dress, absently stroking the Baghra's necklace to which you had attached your wedding ring. The only memento of your past.
In another life, you and Aleksander could have had it all.
"Little moon? Are you ready?" Kirigan entered your room." We're going... soon." you could see in the mirror how he froze as his eyes met your reflection in the silver mirror.
You turned to him, making a sweeping movement with your skirt. You wouldn't waste your chance to be a diva. However, you yourself soon succumbed to a similar blackout as his as soon as you assumed the general's appearance.
The saints really liked to torment you.
There was no other explanation for why the man in front of you looked almost exactly like your husband on your wedding day.
Aleksander couldn't take his eyes off her. She was perfect. Ethereal, otherworldly, and breathtaking. His Y/N... No. She wasn't her. No one could be her, not even a woman with her face. Which didn't stop him from giving himself to this dream that it was his wife standing in front of him. He spent hundreds of years in suffering; maybe this one night he can afford to live in his most beautiful dreams, where SHE would still be with him.
He cleared his throat, snapping you both out of the strange, nostalgic atmosphere.
"You look amazing." you blushed as you turned back to the mirror, pretending to consider the truth of his compliment.
"Thank you. Genya makes wonderful dresses." you reached for the kefta thrown over the armchair, but the man beat you to it.
"Please, allow me." you nodded to him. You turned your back to him, waiting for him to put the kefta on your shoulders.
He smoothed it out, letting his hand brush the fabric of your bare collarbones for a moment too long. You shivered as you felt the tiny touch of his fingertips on your bare skin. Good thing the kefta covered most of your bare arms. You didn't want to give him satisfaction for how he was affecting you.
But judging by his dilated pupils, you weren't the only one who felt the attraction between the two of you.
However, you will definitely not be the one to give in to such trivial desires. He was not Aleksander. Nobody could.
"Thank you again." you murmured as you pulled away from him, smiling. You preferred to act oblivious to his advances rather than risk giving in to the lust that was evident between the two of you. Although you knew there would come a point in your little game where you'd have to seduce him a bit to lull his guard down. And you feared that moment more than entering the fold.
"Anytime, love. Shall we?" he asked, offering you his arm. "I hope you spare me at least one dance." he murmured, smiling at you with that flirty twinkle in his eyes as he kissed your hand.
Wonderfully. Now he was supposed to be your personal bodyguard for all night.
You sighed, grabbing his arm. Kirigan pulled you closer as he escorted you through the maze of corridors.
It was going to be a really tough day. - you thought, allowing yourself to steal a glance at the general who was already watching you. - Especially with those eyes so focused on me.
~•♤♤♤•~
The Kirigan left you alone for a moment just before entering the ballroom. You were to wait for him and Alina, and then the three of you were to give little shows of darkness and light.
So you waited patiently until someone bumped into you, knocking you to the floor.
"Watch where you walk!" you growled, dusting yourself off as you got up off the floor. The hooded figure stopped and turned to you. You both froze when you saw your faces.
"Y/N?" Baghra asked in disbelief. "It is impossible." she whispered, coming closer to you and catching your hand in a strong, bruising grip, only to grab your necklace later, which had slipped out from under your dress after you fell. She looked at him tenderly, shifting her gaze to you.
"Hello mom." you whispered uncertainly, fearing your mother-in-law's reaction. She liked you, it's true, but in the meantime, you managed to disappear without a trace for hundreds of years. You didn't know what your relationship was like now. But rather, neither of you could be hostile to the other.
"It's really you… But how? I… we thought you were dead, child. Where have you been all this time?"
"A little here, a little there. Forgive me for not writing or coming. I think you understand perfectly well why I didn't."
"Not even a bit, actually." she replied, confused. You frowned. You've never seen Baghra confused. It was a strange sight, to say the least, and definitely worth remembering.
"You know how dear he was... Aleksander is to me. After his death..."
"Death?" she asked. You didn't know if you misheard or if the surprise in her voice was genuine. She rather knew about his death, didn't she?
"Yes. While creating a fold." you explained, looking at her intently. But Baghra's face never betrayed anything. Not any single emotion. She tucked the necklace under your dress and grabbed your shoulders.
"Oh, my dear child. For all this time..."
"Baghra!" Kirigan's scream echoed through the empty corridor. The woman stepped back from you like she was burned, watching the general with contempt as he approached the two of you. "What are you talking about with my moon summoner? I hope she didn't bother you too much, Miss Petrova."
"Not at all. Actually…"
"I was just leaving, moi soverenyi." the woman interrupted you, giving you an enigmatic look, before she turned her back to you two. "Enjoy yourself, Miss Petrova." she threw over her shoulder as she walked away.
"Crazy woman. But he teaches the young Grisha well. What did she want from you?"
"Nothing special. She asked where I was from and what I was doing here. I don't think she's heard of the new moon summoner yet."
"Probably you are right. Let's go. We've got a show to play."
He took your hand gently and led you to the centre of the room, where Alina was already waiting for you.
You had a simple task. Kirigan summons shadows. Alina, on the other side of the room, her golden rays, and you, the white moonlight that was supposed to connect with her powers, then break up into several constellations.
A child's trick and spectacle for the common folk who treated you like toys all rolled into one.
Everything was going smoothly. Suddenly, the room was completely dark. You waited patiently for Alina's light to appear on the other side of the room. When suddenly someone approached you from behind.
"It's okay, it's me. It's just me, you're safe."
"What are you doing?" you asked as he wrapped his arms around you from behind, taking both of your hands in his.
"Don't you think this is the best place to watch the whole show?" his question confused you. You turned in his arms, miraculously seeing those bloody, dark eyes in the darkness. The mischievous sparks both made your chest feel warm and terrified. The bastard was up to something.
"I doubt it; with my light, you'll barely see Alina's trick."
"Works perfectly for me, my little moon." he whispered against your ear. You tensed as you felt his soft lips on your earlobe.
Suddenly he leaned in, the tip of his nose tracing a path from your ear down your skin, sending shivers down your spine as he inhaled your perfume and those damn distracting lips slid from your ear to your neck.
He started placing small, wet kisses there. Your brain has melted. It stopped working while the general was kissing every sensitive spot on your neck. He read your body so damn well that if it weren't for his quick reflexes and his hand over your mouth, your loud, obscene groan would have echoed in the darkness of the ballroom.
You felt the light involuntarily escape from you and thanked all the saints that you lost control just as Alina finished her part.
You tried to push the shadow summoner away from you, but your attempts were so futile (and reluctant) that you quickly gave up, focusing on doing your job with his intoxicating mouth and roaming hands on you.
The son of a bitch was lucky to stay in the shadows, unseen by anyone but you.
You internally cursed yourself for how much easier it was to do the whole trick with him around.
To your great disappointment, he moved away from you just before the grand finale. You were panting, trying to calm your wildly beating heart, and breathing as the light began to take over the ballroom.
And those fucking dark eyes and smug smirk were the first damn thing you saw when you and Alina lit up the room.
People started applauding. Kirigan came up to you and grabbed your hand, and after Alina joined you, you bowed to everyone, gathering an ovation. You glanced briefly at Kirigan, who was staring at your neck. You just hoped he didn't leave a hickey in plain sight. But judging by the way his smirk widened and the way he ran away from you as soon as you were surrounded by a crowd of people, you assumed you had a new, not-so-visible yet bruise on your skin.
You'll kill him as soon as you get your hands on him.
~•♤♤♤•~
You stand in the darkness of his war room, waiting for him to finally appear. You played with the dagger in your hands, contemplating meeting Baghra. You felt something was wrong, something was missing. The woman's behaviour both helped you and, after the general's arrival, gave you a lot to think about. She was hiding something. But what?
you sighed. If only Aleksander was here. It would save you a lot of trouble. Among other things, intimidating his doppelgänger, who started to stick to you too much - much to your tacit approval.
But you were aware that this attraction was only due to his resemblance to your Aleksander. In a few decades, Kirigan will die too. And you will be completely alone again.
The sound of his boots hitting the floor snapped you out of your thoughts. You braced yourself for an attack and jumped on him just as he flanked the door and stepped inside. You pinned him against the wall with a dagger to his neck as he gave you a surprised, amused look.
"Hello, moonlight. Do you like the ball?"
"What the hell was that?!" you growled, pressing the blade against his skin as you made a small, harmless cut.
"You put a dagger to my neck far too often, darling." he noted, frowning as droplets of blood decorated the silver metal.
"Don't change the fucking subject! You have no damn right to act like this. Lay your hand on me like that again, and I'll make sure you don't have anything to summon your shadows with, general."
"So my lips on your incredibly alluring soft skin were no problem for you, my sweet moon?" he asked maliciously, raising an eyebrow. You growled, irritated by his arrogance. You guessed you preferred it when he responded to your attack with his own dagger.
"Do that again, and you won't live to see another moment to find out."
"You forget..." he mumbled, suddenly grabbing your hand holding the blade and wrapping his other around your neck. He pinned you against the wall, making sure there was no space between you two. "That you're not the only one with power here."
"You'd better let me go, little shadow, before you unleash hell you can't stop." you growled, summoning your light, which immediately met his shadows. You fought, jostling with your powers and staring hard into each other's eyes. You weren't going to lose this fight.
"You underestimate me, darling. I'm more than able to face any of your hell."
You didn't know why, but that sentence, the confidence in his eyes, the arrogance in his voice, and the same immense need that was hiding under both yours and his mask of restraint changed something between you two.
His already dark eyes were practically taken over by black pupils that stared at you lustfully. The intoxicating smell of his perfume, the warmth of his body, and those damn big, cool hands on your hot skin only made you accept your spur-of-the-moment decision.
With his hand still tightly wrapped around your neck, you leaned forward and pressed your lips against his.
You both groaned in unison. Your only consolation in this situation was that before your hands hooked on his strong arms, holding on tightly for fear your legs would give out, you could hear his dagger first drop to the marble floor, seconds before your blade.
You only broke apart for a moment before quickly removing the other's kefta and catching the other's lips again. You fought for control, biting into the other's lip every now and then, which only met with more resistance and the will to fight. Neither you nor he were made to lose.
At one point, he grabbed you by the waist, wrapping your legs around him as he carried you to the nearest flat surface—the war table. With one flick of his hand, he swept all the maps, papers, and other stuff off him onto the floor and practically threw you onto a wooden table.
You gasped in shock as your body suddenly hit the wood, which Kirigan quickly took advantage of. He dug into your mouth, his tongue grazing yours as he tried to dominate you once again.
You growled, grabbing the back of his black shirt and tearing the fabric to get to his skin, where you didn't hesitate to leave blood crescents in the shape of your fingernails.
He hissed away from your kiss-swollen lips and bit into the same damn spot on your neck where he had dared leave a hickey before.
Aleksander...
You froze. It wasn't Aleksander. It will never be your Aleksander again. No matter how damn similar they were.
Kirigan continued to kiss your neck when you finally decided, with a heavy heart, to push him away with a gentle kick.
You both stared at each other, gasping for breath. Kirigan took a hesitant step towards you and raised his hand to gently stroke your cheek. But you jumped off the war table before his skin could touch yours and start your kissing session all over again.
You had to escape from there. As soon as possible.
"I... I should go." you mumbled, shoving past him to pick up the kefta that had been thrown on the floor by him.
"Wait a second..." he followed you but stopped the moment his eyes met yours again. You both wanted each other. You were both held back by the very same thing that attracted you in the first place.
"We have a hard day tomorrow. Make sure Ivan wakes up Alina; she's not such an early riser after all." you mumbled in panic, backing towards the door.
"Melinoe." he tried to stop you, but your hand on the doorknob was faster. You opened the door, and without looking back, you threw over your shoulder:
"Good night, general."
You ran to your room, and before anyone could stop you, you shut the door. Tears began to flow freely from your eyes as you slid to the floor.
For a moment, a fleeting little moment, you were Y/N again. You were that 20-year-old girl kissing her husband again. But Kirigan could never be Aleksander. And even if you gave him your heart, he would shatter it to pieces over time when he, like other descendants of your Aleksander, reached old age. You were doomed to be lonely. But the fact that a person with eyes, a face, and a mind so like your husband was at your fingertips wasn't helpful to your already broken soul at all.
You just wanted to have your husband in your arms again. Was it so much for the saints to accomplish? You sobbed piteously until you fell asleep on the floor from exhaustion.
Little did you know that a few floors above you, someone was also mourning their dead significant other. And he also cursed fate for putting in his path a woman so similar to the one for whom he would give everything he held dear.
One thing was certain. The longer you stayed in the presence of the other, the more you lost your mind. But neither of you was ready to deprive yourself of the toxic pleasure of seeing the living face of your beloved, lost spouse.
~•♤♤♤•~
As planned, the next day you headed towards the border with Fjerdans. Neither you nor the general spoke to you most of the way, which Alina and Baghra noticed. Yes. Baghra went with you. The general was just as shocked as you, but surprisingly, he didn't argue with the woman about her unannounced presence.
The only thing you were afraid of during this trip was crossing the land where your village used to be. Aleksander's house and yours. It also didn't help that you were supposed to be there on the exact anniversary of his death - the creation of the fold.
You thought it would be easier for you to ride a horse through the only place where you were happy, but the wave of memories flooding you did not allow you to pass by indifferently.
"You'll never catch me!" you run away from him, laughing.
"If I catch you, the game will be over. But since you're insulting my capabilities…" you yelled as you ran away when Aleksander rushed to you.
You ran along the river, looking over your shoulder every now and then to make sure your boyfriend wasn't right behind you.
Suddenly, a cloud of shadows appeared in front of you, from which your Sasha came out and grabbed you by the waist. You thrashed in his embrace, causing you both to fall to the ground, laughing.
"Aleksander! You shouldn't use it in public!" you scolded him, punching him lightly in the chest.
"We are in the middle of the forest. There are only us and some animals."
"Still it is risky for you. Don't make me tell your mother about this."
"Could you please stop threatening me with my own mother?" he groaned, throwing you off him, to which you squealed indignantly. You stared with your daggers at the man lying before you with a mischievous smirk and an amused twinkle in his eyes.
"Since I found out she likes me and trusts me more than you? No, it's too funny, my grumpy shadow-man." you laughed. You rolled your eyes as you watched his expression growl. You climbed on top of him and kissed the crease that had formed between his eyebrows from your comment. "I'm soooo sorry, Sasha. You know how much I love you, right? You're the most important person in my life, Aleksander Morozova."
"And you in mine, Y/N Y/L/N." he murmured, grabbing your cheek and pulling you into a sweet, slow kiss. You purred, enjoying the feel of his lips on yours - something you'll never get tired of. He pulled away from you far too quickly. He licked his lips, looking at you nervously. You raised an eyebrow, questioningly. "Y/N... can I ask you a question?"
"Right now? I thought you gonna kiss me a little longer, but if it's so important." he chuckled, shaking his head, as he leaned down to catch your lips in a kiss again.
"Happy, lapushka?"
"Not really, but I'll try to survive a few minutes without your lips on mine." he chuckled, but you knew from the features of his face and the gentle clasping of his shoulders that something was bothering him. You just hoped he wouldn't have to leave with his mother again... "What did you want to ask me?" Aleksander cleared his throat, taking your hands in his trembling.
"You know that I love you. I can't imagine how my life would have turned out if you hadn't put that dagger to my throat five years ago right here."
"I knew I recognized this place from somewhere." you cut him off, looking around the clearing. Aleksander laughed, catching your attention again as you blushed at how stupidly you interrupted him. But it seemed to help him relax, judging by the way his hand confidently reached out to cup your cheek.
"You make me laugh. Even on the darkest, worst of days. Just one look at those wonderfully beautiful eyes is enough to completely change my mood. One word from you and all my plans and beliefs fall into oblivion. You are the light in my darkness. The only good thing that happened to me. The only person who isn't afraid of what I can do. The only person who looks at me with such adoration despite my shadows."
"You know I love them. I love all of you, Sasha. Nothing will change that." you replied with tears in your eyes, suspecting what his confession would lead to.
"I know I have nothing worth you and that the life I can offer you is nothing compared to what you deserve, but you know me better than I know myself... I would go crazy if I wasn't the only man who has the privilege of seeing your face first thing every morning and falling asleep in the presence of your beauty. I'd go crazy if someone else could be called yours..." Aleksander took a simple gold ring with a small black gem from his pocket.
You gasped, knowing full well how much money he must have spent on even such a simple engagement ring. Baghra was supposed to skin your fiancé when she figured out what he wasted their money on.
"Sasha..." you whispered, crying, moving your gaze towards him.
"Y/N, kei onolich yash (will you marry me)? Will you be my wife?" too moved to answer him, you pulled him into a kiss. You both smiled like idiots. "I'm guessing it's yes then, but I'd rather hear it from you before I tell everyone else."
"Yes. Yes, I will marry you, you idiot. You didn't have to buy me a ring, Sasha. I would say yes without it."
"I wanted to make sure you wouldn't reject me." he replied with a mischievous smirk, putting it on your finger. You huffed and punched him lightly on the shoulder. The ring sparkled in the moonlight. Your face hurts from smiling. "I promise you, Y/N one day I'll give you the prettiest, flashiest ring in all of Ravka."
"And I will still prefer the one you gave me today." you replied without a second of hesitation, pulling your fiancé into another kiss.
The Kirgian ordered a stop, which everyone accepted with gratitude. And when others Grishas dispersed to their tasks, you decided to go to the place where your house and Aleksander's once stood.
Since you were already a stupid girl, as Baghra so nicely called you, this little trip shouldn't hurt you. You'd rather be stupid and crazy—completely mad from love—than ever forget about Aleksander and move on.
And that's how you got here. By the river, close to the place where you used to be the happiest in the world, and now you were shedding a sea of tears over the life you lost.
"I will build you a palace."
"What?" you asked, giggling as you looked away from the stars to your husband lying next to you on the grass.
Sensing the movement of your head, he turned around to look at you closely. You both loved nights like these. Your hands intertwined as you both lay on the ground looking at the stars and talking about your day, your plans, and your dreams. It was a sacred ritual between the two of you that you performed at least once a week.
"A palace. For you and our future children. A safe place where we can live with our little family."
"Sasha... I don't need a palace to feel safe with you. You are my shelter. My protector. What we have now is more than enough."
"That little hut where we barely fit in with our stuff, even though we don't have much anyway? NO. You deserve all the treasures of this world, Y/N" he murmured, stroking your cheek tenderly.
You sighed, pressing your cheek against his hand, enjoying every ounce of his attention. It's been getting more and more dangerous around here lately. You seldom had time to spend together; you were too busy with the Grisha needing your help. But you didn't mind. As long as Aleksander's eyes gave you that loving, adoring look at least once a day, you were ready to face anything to get back into his waiting arms.
"I already have one." he raised an eyebrow questioningly, looking at you in surprise. You just smiled, pulling him to you by the chin and connecting your lips in a kiss. Aleksander rolled over and hovered over you, not breaking your tender kiss. You placed your hands on his cheeks and gently pulled him away, looking into his eyes. No stars in the sky could match the brilliance of his dark irises. "You are my treasure. With you by my side I want nothing more. You're all I need to be happy, Sasha." you mumbled, stroking his cheeks with your thumbs. Aleksander buried his face in your hands, closing his eyes for a moment and surrendering to this tender gesture.
"You deserve much more, milaya. And I promise, by all the saints and stars in the sky, I'll give you the world."
"Everything in time, Aleksander. Now, kiss your wife and show her how much you love her." you giggled as his long hair tickled your cheeks as he dutifully caught your lips in another sweet kiss.
"Was he really worth it?" Baghra's question cut through your sobs. You wiped your tears, not wanting to cry in front of her, and turned to face her. "Wouldn't you rather curse him for creating a fold and for leaving you than mourn the bastard that was my son? Y/N, child, you have eternity ahead of you. An eternity where you can be happy. Is Aleksander worth wasting it?" you laughed bitterly, knowing the answer to her question all too well. Nothing has changed over the centuries. And you knew nothing would change your feelings.
"You know very well that I will never know happiness again. Not without him. I've never done that in all these years."
"There had to be a moment. Even the smallest." she tried desperately to convince you. You dropped your head, remembering those few moments between you and Kirigan in Little Palace.
"There was. Next to a man who looked like him. But after a while, it dawned on me that he would never be Aleksander. Call me and think about me however you want. Pathetic child, crazy woman… But the truth is, I loved your son, Baghra, and I will always love only him. Our hearts were created by the saints as one and divided in two, placing one in Aleksander and the other in me. There is no one in the world I could love like him, with whom I could be truly happy. This type of love never dies, Baghra. Even separated by a grave."
"What if you got him back? If he was with you, but he wasn't the same man you remember?"
"It wouldn't matter. We are all changing. I know I would love him as much as I did then."
"I just hope you know what you want, child. And that maybe he'll go back to who he used to be because of you." she sighed, leaving you alone with your grief. You frowned, analysing her vague words.
It wasn't until it started to get dark that you got up from your knees and brushed the dirt off your clothes. You were about to leave when the crunch of branches caught your attention. A foolish hope rose in you and you lifted your head, only to meet your eyes with the Kirgian.
"General. I was just returning to camp." he nodded his head without a word.
Taking that as your cue to leave, you turned to take one last look at what used to be your home. You sighed tremblingly as a lone tear rolled down your cheek.
And you whistled.
It was a fragment of an old Ravkan song about lovers returning home after a long journey to throw themselves into each other's arms, longing for separation. You and Aleksander adored it. And you decided that every time one of you left home, you would whistle that particular verse that stuck in your mind.
In storm-black mountains, I wander alone
Over the glacier I make my way
A cool breeze caressed your hot (from crying) skin. But the goosebumps that formed on your arms weren't from the cold at all.
"In the apple orchard stands the maiden fair and sings, When will you come home?"
You froze. Incapable of anything but breathing. You misheard. It's just one of your stupid fantasies, your mind playing tricks on you, or another cruel dream about how you got back the man you loved. It couldn't be true. It couldn't be real.
But the man holding your arm in a tight grip and turning you around to face him felt very real. AND ALIVE.
"Sasha?" you whispered tearfully, shaking all over, and if it wasn't for his strong grip on both of your arms, you probably would have fallen to your knees in front of him long ago, unable to do anything other than stare hopefully at the man in front of you.
Aleksander's heart shuddered and threatened to burst as the pet name, unused for hundreds of years, reached his ears. In an instant, you were on his chest as he hugged you with all his might. With your ear to his heart, you listened to his beating, and for the first time in hundreds of years, you cried WITH HAPPY.
"It's me, milaya. My sweet Y/N, my moon, my heart, my wife. It's me."
You heard him through a haze, too intent on his eyes to understand anything more from his speech. It was him. Your Aleksander. All this time. He was saying something to you, but you completely ignored him as something gold around his neck shimmered in the moonlight. You pulled the chain from under his jacket, sighing as you saw his wedding ring hanging securely on his necklace. A sob of disbelief escaped you. It was really him.
His hand cupping your cheek caused your watery gaze to shift back to those dark, beloved eyes.
"No more tears, milaya. You do not have to worry. From now on, I will never leave your side again. Not for a single bloody second."
And that was enough for you.
Grabbing his hair, you pulled him closer to you to feel his lips on yours as soon as possible. It wasn't one of those soft, gentle, unhurried kisses that lovers share after they meet after some separation.
It was intense, desperate, and needy, expressing your deadly longing for each other's lips through those painful years without each other. You didn't have the strength to hold back, to pretend you didn't miss that exact feeling all those lonely nights.
It didn't matter that your tears mixed and you could taste their salty taste on each other's lips. It didn't matter that your lungs were burning for air. It didn't matter that you had already fallen to your knees, too shaken by the feeling of the other's lips, but both of you longed too much for this closeness between you to deprive yourself of the warmth of the other's body even for a millisecond. It didn't matter if your lips were too swollen to decently go back to camp and pretend nothing had happened between you two.
You sincerely doubted that you would be able to take even a step towards the camp. Not after you trembled in Aleksander's lap as his hands caressed every inch of your skin.
But the moment came when you had to pull away from each other, cursing the need for air. You rested your forehead against his, inhaling his scent and clinging to his kefta to be as close to him as possible.
You both knew that there was no way you were going to be an arm's length away from each other. And you were seriously considering sticking with him permanently. His dark cloak looked big enough for you to hide under it too.
You couldn't believe your luck. He was here. With you. You had his arms around you again as you both clung desperately to each other.
Your Aleksander. Your husband. Your loved one. Your heart.
He had you again. His wife. His soulmate. His sanity. His equal. HIS EVERYTHING.
You wanted to pull away for a moment to look at his face again, but something tugged at your neck, bringing your head to Aleksander's shoulder. You looked down. Your necklaces are tangled.
"Seriously? It couldn't have happened a month ago?" you groaned as you tried to untangle your chains. You smiled, hearing how your husband laughed carelessly for the first time in centuries, since the day he lost you. "We'll never hear the end of it from Baghra, you know about it Sasha?" you asked, resting your forehead against his as you gave up on releasing the two of you. It didn't matter that everything was against you again. At least now you finally have Aleksander with you. YOUR real Aleksander.
"She had already called me a blind fool before she made me come here. I think we'll hear a lot from her about our stupidity." he murmured. You shivered as you felt his fingertips on your neck as he untied your intertwined necklaces effortlessly. He unclasped yours and, with great delicacy, placed the ring on your finger.
"Remind me to thank your mother for making you come here later." you replied, making sure his wedding ring was on his finger as well. Maybe you won't scare all the bitches away from him, but at least you'll make it clear that he belongs only to you. After hundreds of years without him, you have the right to be territorial.
"Later?" he asked, raising an eyebrow.
"You don't think I'm going anywhere other than your tent and your bed right now, do you?"
"Our bed." he murmured before grabbing you in bridal style and heading for your tent. "By the way, I must commend you for how bravely you resisted the charms of someone who wasn't me. I barely managed to kiss you properly before you pushed me away."
"I don't know what I should do to you. Slap you for groping someone who had my face, or kiss you for only being attracted to my beauty."
"You have to admit, you didn't resist me much back then, my little saint." he murmured, kissing you again. He ran his hand through your hair, pulling you all the way onto him so he could feel your weight on him. You were with him. Body and soul. And it wasn't a dream. "Let's go to that tent before I have my way with you here and now." he muttered, getting up.
"Wait." you grabbed his hand. He turned to you, giving you a questioning look as he found you still kneeling on the grass. "Before we do anything. We both agree that we are not going to destroy the fold, right?"
Aleksander held his breath. He forgot how damn perfect you were. How you fit in and understood him in every way. And only the slight ounce of control he had left was keeping him from lunging at you right now as you kneeled in front of him with those beautiful, mesmerising eyes staring at him.
But after all, Aleksander was only human. A man whose cruel fate separated him from his beloved wife for many centuries…
He pulled you close to him in one swift motion. You crashed into his chest, completely unprepared for the sudden movement, but his intoxicating lips on yours compensated for your shock.
You moaned into his mouth as he pulled away from you so as not to lose his control completely.
"Saints, you have no idea how much I've missed you, my little moon."
"I'll take it as a yes." you replied, giggling as he put his arm around you. As you'd guessed, you fit perfectly with him under his cloak. You sighed, intoxicated by his scent.
"You know so well that I'll do anything for you. The fact that our plans coincide only proves that we belong to each other. And only to each other."
"Always, Sasha. I'm yours for eternity." you replied, smiling slightly as you turned to steal a glance at him.
"And I'm yours for the rest of our lives and beyond." he murmured, kissing your forehead.
You practically ran through the camp, ignoring Baghra's knowing, malicious look and the shocked expressions of Alina, Zoya, and Ivan (at which you giggled, causing Aleksander a small, tender smile) and Fedyor's smirk. You entered his tent, laughing as you started kissing while taking off each other's clothes.
"I hope you realize we don't leave this tent for at least a week?" he asked as he laid you down on the bed. However, the bastard didn't wait for your response, stealing a kiss from you.
"They'll be looking for you, Sasha." you mumbled between your kisses and grabbed his cheeks to make him focus on something other than your lips.
"What a pity I'll be too busy with my wife to notice anyone else but her." he lowered his head to your neck, making your hands tangle in his hair. You sighed, feeling his tongue on your skin just before he gently bit you.
"I thought we had a battle to win." he suddenly stopped all his movements. He intertwined your ringed hands and cupped your cheek with the other, forcing you to look into his eyes.
"My little moon, I'll postpone any goddamn war for you. There is nothing in this world more important to me than you and never will be." he promised, pressing his lips to yours.
You moaned, enjoying the long-forgotten feeling of his skin against yours as well as knowing that your love would never die.
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Delayed Gratification [Loki x Fem.Reader]
A link to my (new) Masterlist is HERE Summary: [Oneshot/companion to Don't be Shy] A timid Loki breaks his s*x drought, with your encouragement. Warnings: 18+ Minors DNI. Smut. Sub!Loki. Language. Dirty Talk. (w/c 2.3k)
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You pressed a thumb against the pad on your door. It beeped, making Loki flinch behind you.
“Gosh, you really are nervous.” you mumbled with a smile, hearing the rustle of Loki’s crisp shirt as he straightened.
Pouring two glasses of water, you set them the side-table next to the sofa. Loki had made himself comfortable, removing his waistcoat and sitting poised with his legs crossed.
“So how long is a long time, exactly?” you probed, sliding a hand up one muscular thigh as you settled beside him. Loki's eyes darted towards you, adjusting his hips.
“Since Asgard.” he murmured tentatively, voice catching as your fingers danced up his in-seam.
“Oh…that is a dry spell.” you cooed, an amused smile curling at your lips. How is it possible this perfect specimen hasn't been ridden in years, you thought; scepticism creeping in. It's not possible.
Loki hissed as your fingers brushed his hardening cock, feeling the trapped monster grow thick beneath your gentle touch. His knuckles whitened under the crushing grip on the armrest.
Or maybe it is, you pondered with a smile.
“If you don't mind me asking...why is that?” you said, gaze crawling over his twitching brow. "I find it hard to believe you don't have a lot of opportunity-"
“Hardly-” he gasped, ass clenching before he bit his lip. Even with this achingly light level of touch, it was almost too much for him to bear. That was plain to see.
“I just...have a h-hard time letting loo-se, you see.” he stammered, his grip making the armrest creak in protest.
You squeezed again, making Loki’s eyelids flutter shut.
He whimpered, a series of shallow pants wisping from his throat. “I can stop?” you whispered, trailing your free hand over your cleavage. His eyes shot open, afire with sudden fear. “-No.” he choked, looking longingly to the fingers grazing the curve of your breasts. “For the love of the Nine...don’t stop.”
A secret smile pressed against your cheeks as you stood and intertwined your fingers with his. “Come with me.” you said firmly, nerves sizzling as Loki let out a long exhale before unfurling himself to his full height. You walked slowly ahead of him to the bedroom, circling behind and pushing the shy god gently to the mattress.
He began to yank at his windsor knot, before pausing. “Apologies, I didn’t mean to be presumptuous.”
The words were accompanied by a penitent flutter of his lashes. You chuckled. “Loki, you’re sitting on my bed. If you had any idea how wet I am right now…” you groaned, straddling him and sliding your hands firmly over his shoulders.
Loki’s legs widened as the soaking gusset of your panties grazed the hard shaft pressed against his thigh. He swallowed thickly as you began to place messy sucks on his exposed neck, whipping the tie from his collar.
“S-slow...slower.” he panted, breaths quick. Surfacing from stiff cotton, you rose on your knees; tugging his hair back as you descended with a licentious kiss. You could feel his chest heaving beneath your own, the tell-tale thrust of his hips against your core sloppy and needy and desperate.
Loki broke for air, his eyes wild. Your lips curled in a coquettish smile. “Maybe we should start gently, hmm?” you said, seeing Loki nod. “I think that’s...wise.” he muttered, a thin sheen of moisture forming on his brow. Your knees shuffled backwards, lowering yourself to the carpet between his legs and pulling your dress over your head.
“Do you mind taking these off?” you asked gently, pulling at the fabric tight against his thigh. Loki’s gaze refocused from the lingerie cupping your curves, his mouth forming a soft O.
“Of- of...of course. Apologies.” he fumbled, before a shimmer of his magic dissolved the luxurious suit trousers from his body. And his underwear, too. “You don’t have to...do...that, you know.” he mumbled.
You didn’t need to look at him to know the pink tinge in his cheeks was back with renewed force.
Loki’s cock rose between his spread thighs. It was long, pale and utterly perfect. Just as you knew it would be. You curled your fingers lightly around the thick base, making Loki’s hips jolt. Your thumb didn’t reach around the circumference.
“Just breathe…” you murmured, hearing his frantic breaths slow at the command. Your finger caressed up the length, making tingles soar on the surface of his neglected velvet skin. “This should be worshipped, Loki.” you muttered absent-mindedly as you inspected it with awe, hearing him chuckle before you lifted your gaze seductively to meet his. “So let’s make a start on that, shall we?”
His palms rested on your duvet, fingers spread. You could see him slide them into a tight grip, neat fingernails scratching against the fabric as he inhaled sharply, bracing himself. You leant forward, extending your tongue so that only the lightest of licks trailed from the base of his shaft to the tip.
Loki’s moan was raw dynamite, a long ragged sigh that made your thighs squeeze together. He tasted like freshly washed linen, the scent of clean cotton lingering in your nostrils. Unspoilt. Virginal.
You parted your lips, tongue sliding in messy kisses against the meat of his cock. The base of your palm held his length steady, perfectly vertical as his hips rocked upwards.
“F-ffuck..det er f-for godt-” he moaned under his breath, sliding a hand against the back of your head before retracting. Seizing his moment of resistance, you lapped tortuously slowly over the leaking tip. Loki shuddered as he watched the glistening bead of pre-cum that had been trembling there disappear beneath you eager attentions.
“M-more...please.” he stammered, forearms quivering as he braced against the bed. You tilted your chin up to face him, nestled between his thick thighs. “Are you sure?” you said coyly. Loki nodded, shallow breaths making his chest strain against the buttons of his shirt. You pressed your lips together, arching a brow before you descended and swallowed the tip of his cock.
A strangled whine rumbled from the god as you sucked gently, the fingers curled around his base pulsing with each smooth lap of your tongue. You could feel Loki brace against the bed, his fingertips digging into the mattress as his thighs began to shake. And you were barely touching him.
“Det føles for godt…” he groaned, toes curling against the carpet. “F-fuck...im nær...im n-nær-” he growled through gasping breaths. “S-stop.”
You released him, a strand of saliva hanging in a teasing curve between his foreskin and your lips. Loki’s addled stare rolled blissfully along the spittal’s route, landing on your glistening mouth.
“Fuck.” he murmured reluctantly, shaking his head as his eyes darted to the side. “I should not have led you on. This is...not my usual- not my typical performance I-”
You pressed a finger to his lips. “I think it’s hot.” you purred, making his eyebrows slant with surprise. “Really hot.”
Rising to your feet, you tugged down your panties before sliding onto Loki’s lap once more. The thump of arousal between your legs was untenable, the messy slick of your sex crying for relief against his naked thighs. “Just go with it.” you keened in his ear, rolling your hips against the base of the cock sandwiched between you. His breath hitched, fingertips sinking into the curve of your waist. “We can make it a little game.”
“A game?” Loki chirped, interest piqued. “I like games.”
“I know you do.” you hummed encouragingly, sucking his earlobe between your teeth. Loki hissed, a growl building in his chest as you began to unbutton his shirt. “Is this what you thought of as you fucked yourself thinking of me?” you said, feeling his stomach clench beneath your searching hands.
He cleared his throat, back straightening.
“I must confess I was rather more...dominant.” he admitted sheepishly, avoiding your seductive stare. He observed as your fingers made quick work of the buttons, ebony hair falling sluttishly around his jaw. “Dominant?” you teased approvingly. “Why do I get the feeling you made me call you Daddy?”
“Oh, I insist on it.” he joked, before you stripped back the shirt from his shoulders.
The god’s jaw clenched as you pushed the cuffs from his wrists; coaxing him backwards. “Norns…” he gasped, muscular back hitting the mattress with a soft thump. You took a moment to savour the god stretched like an shy whore on your king bed, his soft eyes wide with nervous anticipation. You smiled, crawling slowly up his long body.
“Trust me, Loki…” you said softly, the lust in your voice simmering as the thick veins in his throat hardened. “We’ll ease you back in, don’t worry.”
He opened his mouth to speak, before his eyes fluttered shut. Loki’s back arched as you ground your bare pussy against his length. You slid easily back and forth, dragging through your slick folds. The soft mewls of grateful submission from his lips made your nipples harden.
“You should be fucked every day, Loki Laufeyson.” you slurred, feeling his cock twitch against your cunt. “Every. Fucking. Day.”
Loki huffed in frustration, bucking upwards. The scent of you. The promise of your wetness. It must be driving him crazy.
“Ride me. Please-fuck me, I can’t take it anymore.” he growled, tilting his chin against his chest as your cleavage hung tantalisingly in front of him. His nose slotted between your mounds, a shuddering sigh shaking his body as he lost himself.
"Patience, Laufeyson...” you giggled, hearing a muffled whine against your skin. “A little delayed gratification never hurt anyone. Much less a god...”
You reached between his legs, hovering above his hips as you lined him up. The wide tip of his cock nudged against your slit, his forehead creasing as he tried to restrain himself with a quaking sigh. Loki’s lips formed a stoic line, eyebrows knitting slowly together as you squeezed the thick head inside your cunt.
With every inch you sank, his lips parted further; the skin sticking as he exhaled a ragged, primal gasp of relief.
“I...I...uhh-hh-gods.” he rasped, fingertips sinking into the soft thighs spread against him. You stilled, the head of his cock buried to the hilt. You squeezed.
Loki jolted on the bed, hair fanning in wild tendrils as he clenched his jaw to the ceiling. “I had forgotten.” he moaned through gritted teeth, grunting as you began to roll your hips in miniscule waves. “I had f-forgotten...faen.”
Your clit tugged against his public mound as you rocked slowly to and fro, minimising your movements.
Loki whimpered, brows twitching as he watched you relax into bliss above him; his thick girth stretching your walls as you gyrated. “This feels so good, Loki…” you groaned, letting your head fall back as his legs tensed beneath. The god's feet slid up the bed behind you - knees parking bent at your sides. Tears had begun to form in his eyes.
“Norns.” he gasped quietly, resting his hands on your hips and guiding you carefully back and forth. Like you might break. The needy touch was the final spark, lighting the trail of gasoline to climax like a match.
Your swollen clit pulsed with every slow tug against his neat pubic hair, the solid mass of his cock making you whimper. “I’m going to cum, baby…” you mewled, making Loki’s fingers dig deeper. A solitary tear of desperation rolled down his cheekbone, disappearing to the curve.
He thrust upwards once. A broken cry of pleasure from his throat sent shivers down your spine. It sounded like pain. But it wasn't pain. Far from it.
Your palms pressed against his shoulders, limiting his movement. “Not yet.” you choked, increasing the pace of your rolling hips against his base.
“You’re so...fucking...tight.” Loki breathed, ragged pants filling the air as you rocked into him, orgasm blossoming like a wall of fire. His voice was thick, wet with pure lust. “You feel s-so-uhhh, so divi-divine I-” he stammered, choking as he felt your fingernails dig deep into the ropes of shoulder muscle.
“Now, Loki.” you whined, releasing your hands from his biceps and gripping the brass railings above his head. You slid up his cock, squeezing at the tip before sinking into the god’s sloppy thrust. His eyes were suddenly wild, torn between savouring every inch of your sex-drunk body and becoming lost in his own pleasure beneath the veil of his eyelids. An animal released from the cage.
He tugged your hips towards him, beginning to bounce you on his slippery cock. Nordic curses dripped from his lips like battle cries, a vein by his temple thick to bursting against the furious weight of his basest needs. Every slap of his skin against your fizzing clit sent jolts through your body, the power of raw animalism coursing from his sex to yours.
“Let it go-” you gasped, throwing your head back as you felt an explosion of pleasure surge in your belly. “Don’t be s-shy oh my god, - oh my, uhhh...f-fuck...scream for me, -L-Loki.”
Loki slammed your pussy a final time to the hilt, before a roar of utter devastation exploded from his throat.
Tendrils of damp hair cascaded over his brow as his back arched, errant strands across his lips blown by a feral moan of your name. You could feel the force of hot cum hit your cervix, leaking into every crevice of your stuffed slit as his messy thrusts slowed.
Loki’s eyes had squeezed shut, deep lines ironed into his forehead as he murmured panting praises you didn’t understand.
He lay there silently, breaths slowing. “Was that OK?” you whispered, flickers of sudden insecurity rearing in your mind. There was no answer. "Loki?" You leant forwards, clenching around his cock as you rested against his chest. Loki nodded, humming blissfully with his eyes still closed.
“Truly... I am lost for words.” he slurred, running a large palm down your spine and planting a light, congratulatory smack on your ass.
You felt a wave of pride rise in your belly. “There’s a first time for everything.” you teased, making Loki open one eye with difficulty. “How dare you.” he growled.
In a second, he had flipped you over; pinning you to the bed with his fingers curled around your wrists. “Not so shy anymore, then?” you giggled, feigning a feeble attempt to escape from his grasp.
“Thanks to you, it seems my drought is over-” he purred, spreading your legs with a nudge of his knees.
“And darling?” he smouldered, damp curls clinging to his cheekbones as his eyes darkened. “Daddy’s very thirsty.”
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Det er for godt – it’s too good. Det føles for godt – it feels too good im nær – I’m close
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Works from black creators; we’re here.
The list is updated fairly frequently, so reblogged versions may not be most recent; click here to be sure you’re viewing the latest
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WELCOME, CELEBRATE. Darlings: This is a directory of Black individuals who create (different backgrounds, experiences, interests, etc.) and includes a variety of preferences, styles, subgenres, fandoms, original works, etc. You can link to it in pinned posts (you’ll find in mine) or save to keep top of mind and heart ✔️
Primarily fan works creators here: Fanfics, fanart, fanthoughts, variety of fandoms. But you’ll see individuals who create straight original work/art. List begins below housekeeping. And below that, a few thoughts from me.
Original idea post here thanks to @cardierreh15 for posting a request for black creator tags/recs- l've aggregated as much as possible here
Growing it: The list isn’t exclusive. There are no applications or requirements for inclusion*. I'll add your blog or your recs as long as within the context of the list’s purpose! Just share in comments/dm. Please spell correctly (when I can, I'll ask your recs first). Some blogs are recommended but if not found, I can’t spend time searching for them unfortunately
Upkeep: I’ll consistently spot check for removed blogs, name changes, etc. If you happen to notice something like that, please let me know. If you have a post with a list of recs, I can link to that as well. I will remove your tag if you'd prefer not to be listed. And cry.
I'm happy to add a few descriptive words/content tags/fandoms to the list when you’re added: These are examples- art/photography/writing, smut, fluff, plot (plot plot not like, where y'all fuckin), feelings, angst, series, typical word length, humor, dark content, lgbtq, etc. or your own; just message me or comment.
CHECK: @blkwriters ( @ramonathinks damn, the tags the organization of it wow) and @angelshub (specific writers were part of the network… shut down but works are present) specifically post our creations.
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555sage (wwe- jay critch, dave east, more)
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characters, others, black female ocs) abinitioart
ackee (original art; writing-oc) akm87 (original art, ocs)
annie-manga (original art, oc) aquiboni (original art, ocs)
arachine (stranger things, marvel, avatar- angst, fluff, dc,
nsfw) asieybarbie (original art, fanart/ocs- pokemon,
sailor moon, others)
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backwzzds (op, bleach, aot, jjk, gangsta, simon riley)
bbybrainrot (aot- explicit, dc)
bey0nseh (aot- fluff, smut) blkkizzat (jjk - smut, pwp, plot,
fics 5k+, black coded reader)
bleach-your-panties (bleach, mha, aot, jjk, tr, tg, h!!, hxh,
ds, cm- smut, plot/pwp, dc, angst, fluff, x blk reader)
bloodripleygal (wwe) bluumey (original art, ocs, lgbtq)
boxofbonesfic (star wars, thor odinson, lotr/the hobbit,
h. cavill, marvel, c. evans, s. stan- angst, fluff, dark content,
comedy, horror)
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bunnerscrib-28 (fanart, original art, ocs- toontown,
danganronpa, total drama, more)
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c-nstantine (dc comics, marvel, mha) c0pkiller (aot, jjk, ds,
cm, hxh, op- sfw, nsfw) cardierreh15 (h. cavill- angst, fluff,
smut, violence)
channwie (jjk, bleach, op- angst, fluff, smut)
charee (original art) cherienymphe chosaya (jjk- fluff, smut)
chosovixen (jjk, h!!- fluff/sfw, nsfw)
chrissshub (jjk, ff, tr, kny, aot- smut)
chrollohearttags (aot, ds, hxh, jjk, tr, kuroko no basket, h!!,
op- fluff, smut, dc)
chrollosbm (jjk- smut, fluff) clouzyday (jjk- fanart and
writing)
cocoamoonmalfoy (timothée chalamet, zendaya
and florence pugh characters, eivor varinsdóttir, loki
laufeyson, peter parker- various genres)
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art- deltarune, final fantasy, d&d, berserk, more)
cozystars (fanart, original art- dungeon meshi, superstar
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crescentmoontsuki (ds, jjk, mha, aot- fluff, comfort, angst)
crystolnaut (original art, ocs, lgbtq) cuddledot (original art)
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darksideofthecocoamoon (timothée chalamet characters,
prince hal- dark content)
daitsaisan (original art, ocs, lgbtq) darcias
darqchilddaydreamz (sons of anarchy, mayans, chicago pd,
good girls- humor, smut, angst, fluff) @deathc-re
dejwrld (aot, jjk, cod, h!!, mortal kombat, vinland saga- sfw,
nsfw, multi-chapter/long fics) delinda-arts (original art,
fanart) desavine (original art- lgbtq, blood, gore, horror)
dimikira-art/dimikira (original art)
diorsbrando (bleach, naruto, mha, aot, jjk, jjba, more-
fluff, smut, dark content)
dreamsinfocus (roman reigns- smut/nsfw)
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ebonyslasher (slashers- michael myers, billy lenz, jason
voorhees, stu matcher, more- fluff, smut, humor)
elfqueen006 ellethespaceunicorn (h. cavill, c. evans and
s. stan characters- explicit, mature, general, fluff)
empressdede endotwrites eraofevermore
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s. stan, aldis hodge, charlie hunnam, manny montana, tess
thompson, more) frogwhomp
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gardenof-venus (scream, euphoria, criminal minds, stranger
things, marvel- smut, fluff, angst) genottr (fanart)
getoscrybaby (aot) getosbigballsack (jjk- smut, fluff)
glorious-imagines (angst, fluff)
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Some thoughts, with respect (roll your eyes if you’d like, it’s a lot of the same ole same old… if you do roll your eyes, send me a video of you doing it and I’ll try to care… I’m being cheeky, but there may be some newer folks who appreciate the thoughts!):
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la-rougo · 6 months
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Hades x Chaotic deity ! GN reader
I could make a chaotic reader series lmaoooo
Warnings: swearing
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Even though the king is often busy and doesn’t really visit the upperworld unless necessary, but he sure does know a lot of dieties out there, including you
He only heard about your title like “f/n the disaster bringer” or “f/n the god/goddess of stupidity” he lowkey wanted to know who this deity is
You often run around in valhalla messing with gods and goddesses, pranking all of them and get kicked out sometimes, even Loki is afraid of going near you but ended up being your sidekick
Now that piqued the helheim ruler’s interest, how did someone even managed to do something even worse than loki?
He decided to come out to the upperworld more often to observe you from afar. He wanted to know more about you and maybe hang out around sometimes since he haven’t seek any fun in his life for a long while after all, though he have tons of work to finish
There he sees you pulling out your shenanigans stupidly, how cute. Your chaotic behavior may seem dumb and annoying to other deities but to him? He found it adorable and fascinating on how you come up with new ways of pranking deities none stop
H/c deity was found pushing Loki lightly made him dropped whatever he’s holding “jeez f/n! You’ll never ever get tired of bullying me do you, oh well. That’s what I found cute about you~” Loki said teasingly as he bent down to reach for the object only to feel a hard smack on his ass, his body jumped up highly like those goofy cartoons, yelped loudly from the impact on his butt. He turn look back at you with an angry wojak expression, his fist clenching being one centimeter close to blow your head off with a single punch
You whistles casually and ran away “this is the sixth time of this week that you abused my cheeks you stupid as—!!! *racial slurs*” you saw him chasing after you, running for your dear life, you tried to find a way to escape him cause you know damn well if he finally get you then he’s gonna slap your bakery back with immense amounts of strength that could send you to the oblivion
You found a tall intimidating god, you didn’t look up to see who he is or you have any clue of it, you hid behind him, sticking your tongue out at Loki. The mischievous god sighs and asked the tall god “sir, I apologize for that gremlin and for the commotion. May I have them back?” Loki smiles sarcastically. The tall god chuckles… wait, you recognize his voice “I’m afraid you’ll have you get your revenge later” oh shit. Is that… is that Hades? You thought as you lean to his side to look up and see his face while Loki floats away in defeat
You stare at him, who’s watching Loki leave, he is Hades the king of the helheim… he’s even handsome up close, suddenly his gaze switches to your eyes as he look at you with a gentle smile
“Where’s my thank you hm?” Your soul flew back to your body and you bowed deeply, head digging down the floor “uhh thank you very much mister!” You said, not looking at him. Hades was about to say something but was cut off by you fleeing away from him as fast as you can, leaving him confused and amused
You actually have been crushing on Hades for a while now, obviously you rant about him to Loki
Every time you see him greeting gods and goddesses so formally, unlike you. Makes your toxic traits says you can do that too
Well you actually tried that but failed, miserably
You often sneaked into the underworld to see your fellow friends like hypnos and definitely not Hades
He’s like your biggest crush or smth, when you saw him training or slaying any titans so majestically or his gaze lays on you, literally those night at your house would be you giggling and kicking your feet thinking about him
You often see him in events, celebrations and parties that mostly zeus being the host(of course) and you see how nice, well mannered and perfect he is
He’s like completely opposite to you which made you believe that he couldn’t be with you, he deserves an independent, formal and smart person, a person who’s as perfect as him not a goofy comedian… at least that’s what you thought
After your first direct encounter, you’re so close to explode every time the moment he made an eye contact with you again
Hades decided, soon he’ll get to know more about you and maybe got together… wait what?
You were hanging out in Valhalla again, but this time. You’re alone, sleeping while your back leaning against a tree in the garden while shifting uncomfortably
A presence seems to be approaching your slumbering form quietly, not daring to wake you up from your beauty sleep. The presence looms over your unconscious body, whoever it is, stepped beside you and laying down next to you without making any sound.
Your uncomfortable shifting was not unnoticed by the person next to you, hands slowly caress your back and sides silently, your upper body was caressed gently, being guided by the hands, which make your body turns aside. Suddenly your head lays on a soft surface, a fabric texture. One of the person’s hand now rest on your head and stroking your hair so tenderly. With the change of position and feeling something on your head, it causes your eye lids to open up slowly, expected to meet a sunlight but instead, observing the sight in front of you made you realized your current position.
You were sleeping on Hades’ lap?! While he’s stroking your hair?!?!?!
“Wha-“
“Hush, dear. Go back to your rest”
Your slightly widened eyes stare at his gentle ones, as gentle as his smile that’s being portrayed on his face
You were about to ask more questions but quickly got shut up by Hades’ lip placing against your forehead. Saying you’re shock would be an understatement. Hades’ lift his head up slightly, moving to place another kiss on your already pink dusted cheek
After calling for your soul to come back to your body, yet you still can’t move, not that you want but you’re actually that surprised. But you collect all your courages left and leans up to his face, leaning in slowly and place a peck on his cheek, the same way that he does to you, which made him surprised, but it was quickly replaced by his silly smile
He peck you back on the forehead while his hand run up to your head and pat it dearly, you feel like you can die right there, like fr
Hades lean against the tree and lift you up by your lower parts, placing you up on his lap and he guides your head to rest on his shoulder
He didn’t expect your second encounter would be this… lovely and sweet, he loves it a lot. He felt like everything that mattered his mind vanished while there’s only you in his head, he had never seen your peaceful side before and he love it, honestly he admire everything about you to the point he didn’t realized his feelings developed more and more
The two rest together under the tree in a garden peacefully, no one dares to mind them or even see them in the first place. At least one person saw and ran away to go weeping in the corner
You and Hades eventually become closer and closer together, even if the two’s personalities are as different as day and night, rumors starts to spread about Hades being your boyfriend or smth
I kid you not, when Poseidon heard about this he’s beyond disappointment. Out of all god and goddesses, you??? While zeus actually being supportive and adamas is just, shocked
Hades didn’t mind the rumors, he actually likes it since its just fun to tease you something like “we look like couples don’t you think?”
You almost leave him a scar
He’s actually starting to get serious about his feelings, does he think of you as a friend? Of course! That’s what he at least tried, cause seeing you with Loki makes him rethink his plan about confession
One day he was about to meet you in Valhalla like usual, smiling a bit. Once he’s close to your meet up place. A frown soon took over his face when he sees you and Loki together
He was about to turn away but a few words reached his ears
“What if he didn’t like me back?”
“He’s obvious as fuck!”
“Wait really?”
Hades turn back to see your nervous form looking around, probably looking for him? Hell yea!
He sneakily approach you from behind and surprise you with a little greeting
You flinched and turn around to see Hades’ face, his handsome face… you look back to Loki and giving him the “what do I do bro” face. Loki didn’t reply and slowly leaving, giving you a last thumbs up and vanished
You were about to go chase Loki but soon realized what you have to do. You nervously turn back to Hades, smiling like always, gah dayum he’s hot.
You cleared your throat and trying to recall all the practices you did with Loki, only to stand in front of him awkwardly. Hades’ calm expression turn into confusion and lean himself in to see what’s mattering you
“Are you alright?”
You startled by Hades again and trying to form a sentence
“Okay so, I’ve been crushing on this guy lately…”
Hades’ frown slightly and straightened his back. He only stood silently, he doesn’t even have to ask who it is cause it’s probably Loki, if it’s another person then, why would you tell him and not Loki?
“He’s a very cool god, I used to watch him from afar and admire him, I never thought of approaching him or talk to him because he’s Zeus’ brother. I’m scared he wouldn’t want to date an unserious deity because he’s more than a divine being”
Hades expression changed into a shocked one as he awkwardly spoke up
“Poseidon?”
You look up at him with a “bro what?” Face and facepalm. Do you really have to confess more? You thought he’s more clever than this!
“No… it’s not Poseidon!”
“Adamas?”
“…no.”
That’s obvious enough judging from Hades’ even more shocked expression. You pray he doesn’t reject you or if he does then at least doesn’t damage your relationship, you heard a soft chuckle left Hades’ lips and a reply
“I apologize for my obliviousness… but thank you for your reassurance”
Wait what? Reassurance? Fr? Like— fr?!!
You felt your cheek heat up, so does his. Hades lean in to place a peck on your cheek and pat you
“I like you too”
Flabbergasted was just an understatement, you couldn’t process anything but the only thing you’re sure you’re feeling is happiness and love
You look at him, now slightly flustered expression, which suits him a lot. You lean up and return the peck
Holy shit, having hades’ as a partner is literally every girls dream
Since he have quite lots of work, he’s quite clingy. When he have a free time he would cuddle you and spending times with you ended up with him going back to his work late
He loves you with all of his heart and he never dares to not return the affections because you have to feel how good you make him feel!
He’s also not ashamed of giving you affection or you giving him too much in public, like when he’s having a meeting with the Olympus gang. You who weren’t even invited is sitting on his lap and calling him like “hades my pookie bear” he loves it a lot and love his relatives’ reactions (Poseidon being the most disgusted)
He cares a lot like A LOT about you, example like when you cough a little he would immediately become worried and ask if you’re ok, he’ll go get you warm water and meds
Of course you tell him to calm down, although you love that about him
He doesn’t often get jealous because he trust you and loves you! Though sometimes he’s a bit unhappy when you’re too close with some other god/goddesses. But he wouldn’t cause a scene and just look away until you’re back to him
He🗣️definitely🗣️cook🗣️so🗣️good🗣️even though most of the time you would cook for him, but when it’s his day off he would make the most delicious meal known to Olympus for you, his love of his life
He could go on days ranting about how you’re a light that lit up his dark life into a fun spontaneous one, he loves you so much even words can’t even describe how much he cherish you
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cleabellanov · 19 days
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Jet-Skiing through identity: a deep dive into Mobius M. Mobius (part 2) 🛥️
Even the kindest of hearts have a trigger point, a spot that can catch a bullet without bleeding; making it part of the heart's anatomy.
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I'm only saying that because I associate Loki as Mobius's soft spot("I know you have a soft spot for broken things"), and Loki turning his back to that in s1e2 as the trigger point. Imagine you have that courage, to do something everyone around you thinks is wrong. Then, just as you were going to prove the opposite,our efforts turn to be in vain.
For Mobius's character, this means he has to turn around at 360, to where he came from; with inovative ideas not working, it all comes to accepting defeat.
He manages that excellently in front of Ravonna: caring more about reassuring her everything will work out rather than focusing on himself. Another example of how much Mobius cares about others, even when he should care more about himself.
Episode 4, season 1, is crucial for where Mobius's story is going.
We can see so many interesting things in his conversation with Loki, like the way he handles stress through amusement. Asif this emotion isn't worthy enough, but to be laughed at:
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"You like her! Does she like you?"
After all, let's not forget Mobius was already (and even earlier than this episode) catching feelings for Loki. His own words put this straightforward: "Just kind of an asshole. And a bad friend". Notice how he doesn't use any word similr to "traitor". He still considers him a friend, albeit a bad one, after everything he's done. Mobius might do his best to hide it, but he's still forgiving deep down. And it's not even Loki's departure in time and space that matters the most to the analyst. It's his alliance with Sylvie, hinting once again at the jelaousy of his character I talked about in part 1. "It's ruining my reality right now!" in Mobius's words.
But when he is told by Loki that they're all variants, Mobius doesn't simply dissmiss the idea. He could, and should, given the position he is in. But the brightness of his mind, and that little flicker of hope he still has in his Loki makes the difference. After all, hope is what makes us believe: it's the desire of having something to believe in.
Watch his reaction when he is told all this:
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He is masking it flawlessly in front of Loki and the hunters, but that raising hope makes him search: is the trickster out of tricks for once? What if, all this time, that feeling he had inside himself but hid away is actually a sign, gently whispering to him there is more he should know about? That is a bravery so different from live action, and battling with superheroes: the bravery of discovery. Loki telling the truth means Mobius living a lie - a scary thought of course, but not scary enough to stop him.
This all drives Mobius to finding out what actually happened with hunter C-20. And the rest is history.
There is a certain honour in telling Loki he was right from the beginning. This new approach, this insight Mobius now gains over everything give him not only a rush of adrenaline, but also the confidence he didn't allow himself before. Therefore, he wasn't just working half a measure. The limits that were set were not part of his perimeter, but of the TVA's. Now that he sees that, he can also break those limits.
He is also free to speak his mind. And Loki is so deserving of these words that this scene right here is one of the most precious in the entire series. Their wonderful dinamc certainnly gives extra points to that.
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Now Mobius isn't just an analyst anymore. He is a rebel, betraying the only thing he believes in, the one institution that shaped his entire existence. This rebellion isn't just external, but internal as well. Ultimately, only one part of the internal conflict won, but the other still exist, like two sides of the same coin, spinning and spinning. But he still has the hope that he'll find something better on the other side, and doesn't stop just because it's a hard thing to do.
If it was easy, everyone would do it. (Loki in Thor The Dark World)
I wanted to write more but this is already getting too long (like damn I'm fangirling hard) so see you for part 3!
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percheduphere · 2 months
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Hi! Firstly, I wanted to say, I LOVE your analysis, and your detailed deep dive into characters!!! I love your view of Sylvie, and I especially love your metas on Mobius (my beloved). I always jump with happiness, when your new meta shows up! :D Anyway, I wanted to ask - I know, you mentioned it many times but - how do you think the timeline of falling in love for the other looked like? I was thinking about it a lot. Like when Loki started to fall for Mobius? How s2e1 and the fact, that Mobius didn't remember him impacted him? What you think, that was THE moment, when Loki fall for Mobius as heard as he could? And what was the moment he realized he loved him? (and what did he THINK ABOUT THAT????) Also how do you think he was copying with this love for Mobius for those centuries in a loop?? ... And same for Mobius :D When do you think he actually fell for THIS specific Loki? When did he had that OH moment? :D (when he realized he love him) (Also how the 1893 DATE impacted them??? xD ) And lastly, what they think the other is feeling? They seem to me, like classic IDIOTS IN LOVE trope, but I would really REALY love to see your thoughts on that!!! Once again, I thank you for all your work, you're brilliant (I fell in love with your meta on sense and sensibility) Have a great day!!! ❤️ PS: I'm sorry for mistakes (I'm terrible at English) Tru
LET'S TALK ABOUT WHEN THEY STARTED FALLING FOR EACH OTHER
As always, thank you to all the lovely gif artists who make my metas possible.
Thank you so much for your patience @trutrustories!
With respect to the individual timelines of when Mobius and Loki "fall for each other", obviously my take is subjective and there are plenty of viewers who don't see any romantic angle between them at all. That's fine because even without the romantic angle, I think the timelines I map out still demonstrates key moments in which Mobius and Loki's relationship with each other deepens.
As a warning, since this is a timeline request from the perspective of two characters, this post is MASSIVE.
NARRATIVE TECHNIQUES
As a general note, the Loki series uses a few narrative techniques fairly regularly.
A.) REFRAMING / REVERSE PAY-OFF
The series has a habit of reframing the interpretation of previous episodes with the presentation of new information in future episodes. That is, reverse pay-off. Here are key examples, which I discuss in the "timelines" later:
Sylvie tells Loki she can't sleep in front of people she doesn't trust in S1E3; Loki falls asleep in front of Mobius in S1E2
Loki describes love as a dagger in S1E3; Mobius gives Loki daggers in S1E2.
Loki timeslips "uncontrollably", yet manages to timeslip back to Mobius with increasing accuracy in S2E1; Loki realizes timeslipping can be controlled by thinking about "who" in S2E5.
B.) MIRRORING
Loki mirrors Mobius's emotional trajectory from S1E1 - S2E1 (S1E3 has no Mobius). Episode 5 in BOTH seasons is when they both give each other up for the sake of the other.
Sylvie (chaos) & Ravonna (order) and Loki (chaos) & Mobius (order).
C.) REPETITION
Loki loses Mobius after realizing he wants and returns his friendship. Mobius is pruned. (S1E4)
Loki loses Mobius after realizing he and Sylvie "don't see things the same way". Mobius has no memory of him. (S2E1)
Loki loses Mobius after realizing he (Loki) loves him. Mobius (as Don) spaghettifies. (S2E5)
Loki loses Mobius after realizing he has to give him up to save everyone. Mobius is left behind. (S2E6)
Let's keep these narrative techniques in mind as we proceed!
MOBIUS
Mobius is pretty straightforward. Though I didn't perceive any romantic love in my first watch through of S1, the angle of romance feels more credible when reviewing S1 after having seen S2E1. S2E1 reframes how we can view Mobius's emotional motivations.
The inferred backstory, as the audience understands it, is that Mobius has studied Lokis for eons. Loki is his area of expertise. His pet project. His special interest. As I mentioned in another meta, it's perfectly reasonable for someone to gradually fall in love with the subject matter of their work over time. In this case, that subject matter happens to be an actual person.
By the time Loki is apprehended by the TVA, Mobius already had a plan in motion to save him from deletion. This wasn't a spur of the moment decision for him. Mobius had been preparing for this encounter for a while. Likely centuries. This is inferred through the fact another TVA agent seeks Mobius out immediately with Loki (L1130)'s file. Why bother doing that if all variants who cause a nexus event get "reset"?
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And boy, is Mobius eager to have Loki by his side once he has him. In what world would anyone offer 2012 Loki a handshake? Mobius's, apparently.
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Mobius also doesn't hesitate to touch Loki right off the bat. When Loki pauses to look at the TVA "world", Mobius lays a guiding hand on Loki's back. (Unfortunately couldn't find the gif for this).
It also doesn't take Mobius long to get emotionally compromised once he has Loki under his wing. I talk about the exact moment I believe this happens here.
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This reaction from Loki, in response to Mobius's praise, is a big moment for both of them. They genuinely like and enjoy one another in this scene.
Moments later, Mobius absolutely gushes about Loki to his best friend boss lady, Ravonna.
He's so proud of Loki's breakthroughs and is really happy with how well they work together as a team. So much so that his judgment gets clouded and he insists on bringing Loki out into the field, where Loki's most likely to betray him.
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NOTE: The moment above is when I believe he's officially compromised.
By the middle of S1E2, Mobius fell first. However, I don't think Mobius realizes the exact nature of his feelings for Loki until S1E5. From a platonic standpoint, Mobius definitely started thinking of Loki as a friend by this time. Otherwise, he wouldn't have called Loki a "bad friend" in S1E4.
In a S1 interview, Tom describes Mobius as having love for Loki, and Loki, at that point in his character development, "not wanting that" (you can see a compilation of interviews with Tom and Owen here). Based on this, I think it's safe to say that Mobius's love for Loki is not only genuine but also unconditional and abiding.
This unconditional, abiding love is what allows Mobius to want to believe in Loki despite his evident betrayal in S1E4. In the same episode, he implies via rhetorical question that Loki doesn't deserve to be alone and accepts that it's Sylvie that Loki wants to be with.
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If Mobius hadn't accepted this, he wouldn't have made it his focus to bring Sylvie to Loki in S2E5.
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And as I mention elsewhere, the moment below was the first instance in which I felt there could be unrequited love. I think Mobius's realizes it, too, in this scene:
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Mobius maintains his acceptance of Loki's feelings for Sylvie throughout S2, however grudgingly. A microanalysis of the McDonald's scene may be reviewed here.
In S2E1, Mobius's love for Loki is demonstrated throughout. I discuss how pivotal this episode is here.
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In terms of Mobius's personal perspective on their relationship. I think Mobius believes he will only ever Loki's friend and #2, as opposed to #1, a position he believes Sylvie holds.
While Mobius knows Loki will support him as a friend and can count on his protection on the field, I don't think it ever crosses his mind that Loki would prioritize him (that is, place Mobius as #1). Their last private interaction would reinforce Mobius's notion that Loki will take Sylvie's side if given the choice to choose between the two of them:
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And while Mobius might not like it, while Mobius is clearly hurt by it, he doesn't allow this interaction to ruin his friendship with Loki. Because he loves Loki deeply.
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It can even be argued that, in addition to personal guilt due to his role in the TVA, Mobius doesn't fight Sylvie's accusations because to do so would hurt Sylvie, and hurting Sylvie would hurt Loki, which is unacceptable. Therefore, Mobius just takes it, even though it would be very easy to point out to Sylvie that killing HWR triggered the crisis they're in.
As far as Mobius is concerned, he mostly likely thinks his love continues to be unrequited and has made peace with that since S1. His final scene could be interpreted as grief over the loss of a friend as well as grief over the loss of what could have been.
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LOKI
Loki's feelings for Mobius evolve much more gradually, and the emotional journey of those feelings is accordingly more complex.
In S1E1, I believe Loki appreciates Mobius's directness. I know I've stated this multiple times, but I think it bears repeating: a lot of Loki fans absolutely hate Mobius's treatment of Loki in this episode, but I think it's important to remember where Loki's state of mind is at.
There was no way 2012 Loki would have been receptive to soft compassion. He doesn't understand soft. He sees softness as a weakness and refuses to engage with it because he doesn't want to be seen as soft. What 2012 Loki does understand is cruelty. He will listen and pay attention to cruelty because cruelty is a gesture of power, and power is control. His default mode is the desire and respect of power, which Mobius has over him. He respects that he has been bested. Crucially, Mobius balances his cruelty (to get Loki to listen) with genuine kindness. This is what allows Loki's first breakthrough of choosing to be vulnerable with Mobius. Admitting he doesn't like hurting people, that he is weak, (that he isn't happy), requires trust on Loki's part that Mobius will not mock him for it.
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Unlike Mobius, Loki does not have access to files and tape recordings on Mobius's life. As such, Loki starts out with less power in their dynamic. All he knows about Mobius is what he gleans from Mobius's treatment of him and others. And Mobius, even when he is frustrated and annoyed with Loki, consistently gives Loki chances to demonstrate his ability outside of the context of being a villain. He never gives up on him.
Mobius, through his consistency of compassion and refusal to abuse his power (until he's betrayed in S1E4), proves he is trustworthy to Loki.
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Nevertheless, the power imbalance puts Loki in a corner where he can't afford to place all his eggs in the Mobius basket. There's manipulation happening between them, and they both know it, so their interactions in S1, while entertaining for both of them, are also colored with mutual distrust.
For this reason, in addition to raw curiosity and poor impulse control, Loki runs after Sylvie and betrays the friendship with Mobius he didn't know he already had.
In S1E3, we have our first instance of new information paying off the meaning of a scene from a previous episode. On the train, Sylvie informs Loki she cannot sleep in front of people she doesn't trust (can't find the gif with the quote). Since Sylvie is a Loki, the audience can infer the same baseline nature may apply to "our" Loki as well.
In S1E2, we find Loki sleeping across Mobius. The significance of this is implied but not confirmed until S1E3.
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When Sylvie wakes up (having fallen asleep despite herself, reinforcing the relational impact of Mobius to Loki to Sylvie, as well as affirming tentative trust on her part), she finds Loki drunk. When people are drunk, subconscious feelings come to the fore.
It is here that we have our second instance of new information paying off a scene from the previous episode. Or alternatively, Loki's interpretation of a previous moment with Mobius defined in a scene with Sylvie: "Love is a dagger."
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Personally, I don't think Loki feels any love for Mobius when he makes his infamous metaphor. What I think happens in this scene, is that Loki has subconsciously interpreted the gift of daggers as an act of love.
Why?
Because daggers are for stabbing people in the back. For someone to give another a dagger implies absolute trust. That level of trust entails love.
But at this point in the story, Loki's experience with love and trust is very new. Perhaps it stands to reason, at least in Loki's hindbrain, that those feelings would be better directed at someone familiar, someone like himself: Sylvie. It certainly helps that he's immediately fascinated with her to begin with and he genuinely cares for her.
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Significantly, upon Loki making the dagger disappear, Sylvie describes the dagger, love, as "it isn't real". This is an answer Loki intentionally draws out of Sylvie, because he and Sylvie are the same, which reinforces the thought that the love he subconsciously feels from Mobius cannot possibly be real. I think this may be what Tom is alluding to when he describes Loki as not wanting Mobius's love (because he isn't ready for it yet, even if it's purely platonic).
Loki and Sylvie's capture in S1E4 lead to the interrogation scene, which in turn leads to the tension of mutual distrust and mutual desire for trust snapping. This is articulated when Mobius calls Loki a "bad friend", which startles him. Within the MCU canon, no one has ever called Loki a 'friend'.
The tension breaks when Mobius returns to Loki, and they make very clear, active choices about what they want:
They choose to forgive one another
They choose to trust one another
They choose to affirm that a friendship between them exists
They choose to be on the same page and side
They talk through their fight in a very direct and healthy way. In addition to being called a 'friend' for the first time, it's highly likely this is the first time Loki has successfully mended fences with someone who isn't family. Thus, in one episode, Loki has had not 1 but 2 substantive milestones that contribute not just to his relationship with Mobius but his personal healing and growth.
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But the narrative demands that as soon as the main character experiences triumph, they must experience tragedy, too.
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Loki loses Mobius a total of 4 times in the series:
Loki loses Mobius after realizing he wants and returns his friendship. Mobius is pruned. (S1E4)
Loki loses Mobius after realizing he and Sylvie "don't see things the same way". Mobius has no memory of him. (S2E1)
Loki loses Mobius after realizing he (Loki) loves him. Mobius (as Don) spaghettifies. (S2E5)
Loki loses Mobius after realizing he has to give him up to save everyone. Mobius is left behind. (S2E6)
If you notice, Loki's emotional journey, at least as far as romantic reciprocation is concerned, is more or less a season behind Mobius's. Its progression is also punctuated by loss almost as soon as the personal epiphany occurs.
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After Sylvie, for lack of a better word, "dumps" him, Loki has time to reflect on what has transpired, the dire consequences likely awaiting, and who has chosen to support him all along (a review of Mobius's decision-making where Loki's well-being is concerned may be read here.)
With this in mind, Loki runs in search of Mobius.
Which makes encountering a Mobius who doesn't know him, that much more devastating.
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Tom's acting here is something else. Loki's desperation to have his Mobius back is visceral and foreshadows a similar desperation in S2E5. This moment, I feel, is the beginning of Loki's feelings tilting from platonic love to romantic. He's not fully there yet like Mobius already is, but it's starting.
And that gradual build-up of investment in Mobius spreads over S2E1 - S2E5. In these S2 episodes, Loki mirrors Mobius's emotional trajectory from S1E1 - S2E1 (S1E3 has no Mobius). Keep this mirroring in mind because Episode 5 in BOTH seasons is when they both give each other up for the sake of the other.
In S2E2, Loki protects Mobius physically:
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And supports him emotionally:
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In S2E3, Loki enjoys his magic and curbs its intensity for Mobius:
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In S234, unbeknownst to Mobius, Loki defends his character and his efforts to save the timelines:
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Now, S2E5 is where it all culminates.
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I'm getting close to the gif threshold and the fit-check has been discussed at length, so I want to focus on this scene. Here, Loki tells Mobius that he "belongs" in the TVA and that he saved Loki's life when he first arrived. This shot of Loki saying Mobius's name echoes Mobius's look of unrequited love in S1E5's goodbye scene.
But I don't think Loki has fully articulated, in his mind, exactly what his feelings are because he's rushing. His sole focus for the time-being is getting Mobius back, and he does so, temporarily, through recruiting Don.
It's when Loki find's Sylvie that he has the time to once again reflect on the nature of his and Mobius's relationship and his regard for it as he did in S1E6. And it is, once again, Sylvie who acts as the catalyst for Loki's emotional epiphany.
When Sylvie challenges Loki to say what he actually wants, he struggles to respond. The want is too vulnerable to reveal.
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I love Tom's micro-expressions in the above gifs (thank you @starrose17!) The pursed lips, the hard swallow, and the tears welling up in his eyes ... This is it, this is the moment I believe Loki finally realizes he's in love with Mobius.
He phrases his desire as wanting his friends back. That's true enough (an analysis of what the TVA means to Loki and Mobius may be read here). However, Loki later reuses the word "belong" and applies it to himself. Mobius, in his words, "belongs" in the TVA. Without his friends (the TVA) where does Loki "belong"?
This is outside of text and the sociopolitical conflict between the artists and the studio, but the case can be made that Loki doesn't entirely trust Sylvie with his feelings. Loki did, after all, witness Sylvie reprimand and humiliate Mobius. To directly admit love for the same person Sylvie harshly rebuked may not be received well, but I think Sylvie already knows and may have known as far back as when she commented "he cares about you" in S1E5.
From Loki's perspective, I think Loki knows Mobius loves him, but I am less certain if Loki knows Mobius loves him romantically. That said, prior to his sacrifice, I think Loki was emotionally ready to confess. I also believe Loki, while not 100% confident his romantic love would be reciprocated, senses his odds for reciprocation are good.
Unfortunately, their fate was to become star-crossed lovers.
(For now).
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little-diable · 3 months
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The Ghost of Christmas Future – Loki
Part 3 of my Christmas series! A big thank you to @writingliv for writing this with me, I love working with you! Please like and reblog if you enjoyed reading this, your comments keep us writers motivated. Enjoy my loves. xxx
Summary: Loki is visited by the Ghost of Christmas Future and he shows the god something that forces him to find his way back to his past lover.
Warnings: 18+, smut, oral (f), some angst, mentions death
Pairing: Loki x fem!reader (2.2k words)
header by @deathofpeaceofmind
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An almost grim expression tugged on the god’s features, fuelled by the annoyance he felt, by the uneasiness radiating off him. Loki paced his quarters, eyes trying to focus on his book, desperate to distract himself from his mother’s Yule preparations. If there was one thing he detested, it was these celebrations, festive days reminding him of people and stories he needed to forget.
The mere thought of being dragged down memory lane by his heavy heart and his aching mind left the god of mischief groaning, he was better than that, he was better than all these pathetic humans that gave into their emotions. With an angry growl rumbling through him, the book Loki had been holding was tossed to his bed, slender fingers combing through his black hair.
This is why he had let her go. This is why he had pushed her away. This is why he needed to get away from her and the pitiful excuse of a life she lived.
Her. The one his heart had been rather fond of, the woman who had managed to lure the god into her trap. It had been easy, too easy, but who was he to deny a challenge. Loki would always win, no matter the game, no matter the rules – at least that’s what he had always believed, till (y/n) had stumbled into his life.
She had managed to bewitch him within seconds, pulling the man into her grasp before either one of them could understand what was happening. It had happened years ago, years where he had snuck away from Asgard with one of his many tricks, finding joy in the simplicity of Midgard. It had been his own fault, he should have stayed away from there, should have listened to the warnings, but his curiosity had gotten the better of him, and then suddenly it had been too late.
Loki could still feel her pressed against his body, he could still hear her soft voice murmuring his name, calling him back to bed. Memories he needed to get rid of, fast. He was better than that. He was stronger than that. He was smarter than that. He hadn’t been born to live a simple life, he was a god, made for more. 
But sometimes, just sometimes, he found himself giving into these memories, lingering on the thoughts that painted her features, allowing him to pick up on the sound of her loud laughter, allowing him to feel her soft skin beneath his cold fingertips. It was torture, pure torture, and yet the feeling had a bittersweet touch to it. An almost addictive pain.
He plopped down on his bed, eyes focused on the expensive looking ceiling, squeezing his eyes shut in hopes of getting rid of his memories, a useless try that only pulled him further down the rabbit hole. His teeth grazed his lower lip, about to draw blood, about to sink into the flesh she had kissed many moons ago. 
Before he could try to sleep away his memories, wanting to dream of a better life, of an exciting future, he heard his name being called, eyes snapping open. His heart was pounding, beating against his ribcage as he looked at the unfamiliar being standing near his bed. 
Loki had seen many ominous creatures in his life, but none looked like this. The spirit seemed to levitate above the ground, only its cloak gracing the marble floor. No face was visible as a grey hood loomed a shadow over any possible features, emanating a freezing chill that ran down the god’s back.
Loki shot up, his hand immediately searching the knife he kept by his bed. “Who are you? How did you get in here?” He asked, ignoring the way his breath had suddenly condensed in front of his lips. 
“Silly prince, who am I, you ask?” The voice spoke, letting neither its gender nor species be revealed. 
“How dare y-” Loki sneered at the creature until it approached him, forcing him to hold his breath. 
“I do not have the time for your scandals, prince. I am here to show you something. Follow me,” the creature turned, hitting Loki with its cloak that felt just like a thicker blow of air. It didn’t turn around to check if the god was following; instead, it walked out of the room and sped its pace. Loki had barely the time to react, following the creature as quickly as it could. 
“Where are we going?” The god asked, short of breath as they made their way out of the castle. The halls were empty, it seemed like everyone had disappeared from existence. The ghost did not answer. Instead, it switched directions, almost causing Loki to trip. 
“Where are we going? I demand to know,” Loki doubled down as he regained his balance, jogging to catch up the lost distance. 
The ghost suddenly stopped, turning back to the god for a glance before looking forward again, nothing more than the deep dark forest standing in front of them. “We are late. A funeral.”
“Wh-” Loki tried to ask, confused. Funeral? Whose funeral? He didn’t know anyone that had died recently. His question, however, died in his throat as fog covered the previously dark forest, acting as a canvas where an image started to form. 
Flowers, dozens upon dozens of vases and bouquets filled to the brim with tulips. Midgardian flowers. Loki frowned. His stomach turned. What? He continued to watch the image develop right before his eyes as rows of people filled a snowy cemetery. Cries and moans filled the empty winter air suddenly, far too familiar yet strange for him to point out. 
“Why are you showing me this?” He finally broke the silence, his voice cracking under the pressure in his chest. 
“How long do midgardians tend to live, prince?” The voice replied, still staring at the image upon them.
“A century? I-” Loki’s head felt as if it was spinning, every Midgardian he had ever met running through his mind. A thought tried to form, but he suppressed it. No. She was maybe thirty by now. She couldn’t-
“If they are healthy. If nothing happens,” The voice doubled down in a dreamy tone. His thoughts were seemingly elsewhere. “Weren’t you the one that loved to underscore their fragility?”
“I-” Loki tried to speak, but his lungs burned, his eyes trying their best to focus on the details of the image upon him, ignoring the sobbing cries. 
“Wasn’t she particularly careless?” The ghost finally spoke, and Loki felt his knees buckle. no. 
It couldn’t be. He would have found out. He would have known. They would have told him… but how? How? If he had left without telling anyone, simply kissing her on the forehead like he had done every other morning and walking out, never to be seen again? Why would they tell him even if they could? He had done nothing but hurt her. 
No. 
Loki shook his head. 
„You’re lying to me, why are you doing this? Who are you?” One question after another rolled off Loki’s tongue, filling the silence he found himself engulfed by. But the ghost didn’t reply, he kept watching the scene in front of them play out. 
Loki had to stop himself from vomiting, unable to stop the bile from rising up in his throat. This had been his wrong doing, his selfishness that had lured him away from her, her, the one his head had grown fond of.
There wasn’t a day where he didn’t think of her, of (y/n), the love he hadn’t got to feel in many moons. The dark voice inside his head had promised him that he was destined for more, made for something by far bigger than what she could offer. 
How wrong he had been. How foolish he had been.
“I understand, I do. But please, take me away from here.” The ghost turned back towards Loki, staring him down for a few seconds, watching the tears roll down his cheeks, before the scene finally vanished. Loki’s head was spinning, eyes struggling to focus on something as the ghost kept speaking.
“It’s on you to decide, but remember, the time she has is limited, don’t let any more of it go to waste.” And with one last exhale, the ghost was gone, leaving Loki trapped in nothing but an uncomfortable darkness flooding through his room. 
……
„Loki? What am I doing here? Where am I?“ A relieved sigh left Loki as he stared down at her, taking in the features he had last seen in one of his nightmares. His heart was still aching, racing in his chest at the mere thought of ever losing her to Death’s cold grasp.
“You’re in Asgard, I had to see you.” She had been forcefully awoken from her dream, unable to pierce together what was happening as she was dragged away from her home. And yet she hadn’t protested, not speaking up as a wave of familiar comfortableness had flushed through her.
“You kidnap me, because you have to see me? Is that all?” (Y/n) had always been good at seeing through his lies, eyes not letting go of his as she slowly reached out to cup his cheek. Sparks shot down Loki’s back at the familiar touch, oh how he had secretly longed to feel her close once again. 
“You were dead, I saw it, saw your dead body.” Confusion tugged on her features, not understanding what the god was speaking. He shook his head to try and get rid of the pictures flushing through his mind once again. “It was in the future, far from now, and yet I couldn’t stand myself for letting you go. I needed to see you, prove myself that you’re still alive.”
“Oh, Loki.” He dipped his head down, lips ghosting over hers. No longer did he want to share any meaningless words, no, he wanted to feel her close, wanted to touch the body he had once known like the back of his hand. The kiss was fuelled by their still burning love, tying the two closer together as he pushed her against his best, crawling on top of (y/n). 
He could hear her heart racing, could feel her gasps leaving her. Sounds that left him grinning in mischief. His hands started wandering, long fingers that knew their way down to her heat, the place where she ached for him. The moment had something almost unreal to it, like a dream, a faded memory, Loki couldn’t help but wonder if yet another ghost was playing a trick on him, but her sounds were too strong, too honest. 
“I damned you for a long time, cursed your name. But yet my body has never not been yours, forever connected with you.” Another kiss was pressed against her lips as his fingers disappeared inside her sweats, teasing the thin fabric of her panties. She has soaked through the fabric, dripping for him, him only. 
Within seconds he had her undressed, fabrics finding their way to the ground as he let go of her. Their eyes held contact, allowing her to watch him settle between her thighs, lips kissing their way to her cunt. Soft moans left her, one hand finding his locks as the other tightened its grip on the blanket she was laying on. 
“My pretty flower, I missed your taste, I missed your sweet sounds, oh how I missed you.” His tongue brushed through her folds, moaning at her taste as (y/n) arched her back off the mattress. Loki ate her out like a starving man, feasting from her with groans clawing through the two in unison. 
For months they had dreamt of moments like this, never willingly admitting to it, even though they were caught by them, unable to escape. His arms found their way around her thighs, keeping her close as he dipped his tongue into her tightness, thumb circling her pulsing bundle. 
She was a shuddering mess, made for the God’s eyes, for his hands, and his tongue. She was his, in all her glory. And deep down Loki couldn’t help but promise to her, and to himself, that she’d never leave his side again.
His name rolled off her tongue, like a dark secret spoken in the depth of the night, like a prayer made to save her damned soul. A sound that left Loki groaning in satisfaction, adding more speed to the movements of his tongue and fingers. She was close, he could tell, and all he was focused on was making her cum on his tongue.
(Y/n) tightened her grip on his locks, eyes squeezed shut to give into the quiet call of her name. She came with a loud gasp, head thrown back, teeth buried in her lower lip. Loki watched her unfold, kept fucking her with his tongue through her high, before he slowly let go of her.
The god crawled up her body, lips meeting hers to allow (y/n) to taste herself before he plopped down next to her, pulling her into his chest. And with another kiss pressed to her forehead he tightened his grip on her, promising to hold her close till the end of her time.
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lady-rose-moon · 1 year
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⬧ 𝑶𝒖𝒓 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉 𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆 ⬧
A collection of Loki/Tom Hiddleston characters x Reader Masterlist!
Everything here is 18+ so if you are not 18, you should not be looking at the content of this blog! (灬º‿º灬)♡
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I Have You - Loki x Reader | Ongoing - NEW CHAPTERS EVERY MONDAY
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Cabin in the Mountains || TS!Loki x Reader || 🢖 fic finished ↠ oneshots and skits added regularly
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I am yours, my Goddess (Will Ransome x Reader) - Complete
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A night of passion
One lazy morning
The sun is shining on us ↣ Thor & Loki oneshot
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Hello Mummy
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Potential ↣ Tom Hiddleston x Reader
Meet your daughter ↣ Tom Hiddleston x Reader
I missed you
Will you be my dagger
You'll learn to love me 
Right person, wrong time
Everything I wanted
What am I?
Clubbing Night
Cosy Nights
A false wonderland
Sing for me
I'll hold you through it
Rendezvous in the changing room
I do love you!
My darling
A walk in the snow 
Winter Drabble
Comfort me
A birthday to remember
A cool December night
See you again someday 
I am his safe space 
Don't wait ↣ Tom Hiddleston x Reader
Stay after class
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A little something
Can horror games scare a God
BBQ days
Cuteness
i thought she'd cry, not you
A test
Imagine 1
Imagine 2
Date night
A fun day 
The wedding
Moral support
A moment
Loki's bad day
Loki's shadow
Goodnight to Haven 
Lil' angst drabble
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Fluff's
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Take a breather, my love ↣ work motivation from Loki
Our little Haven ↣ Loki's first moments with Haven
Library meet cute ↣ meeting Loki for the first time
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Queen of a Lonely Court
Possible series teaser below :))
I know I've been MIA for literally over a year but I'm back! Got a new phone during college, never re-downloaded Tumblr and forgot😅 anyway, please lmk what you think and if I should continue this story or not! I'm thinking of making it a Loki/Thor pre ragnorok story
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nighttimeebony · 11 months
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A collection of my thoughts, reactions, predictions and whatnot that I had and wrote down while I was reading The Sea of Monsters. So spoilers for that under the cut.
EDIT: part 1, part 3, part 4, part 5
Ah, I just now realized that Percy’s sword, Riptide, is another nod to his Poseidon heritage
Where the hell was this kind of school when I was Percy’s age? You don’t get grades, and you just get to blow shit up in science class?? I fucking wish
Tyson kind of reminds me of some of the special ed kids I knew in elementary school. Or kids with low-functioning autism. That’s probably what Percy figured, too, since he didn’t know that Tyson was a cyclops at first. Percy is such a sweetheart, and he does his best to treat Tyson kindly and to protect him from bullies. And he does it not to feel better about himself but because he wants Tyson to feel better. And he doesn’t just protect Tyson and leave him alone afterwards and hope he doesn’t talk to him. He genuinely considers Tyson to be one of his friends and he cares about him. I just. I love this kid.
Ah, yes. Tantalus. I remember you. Your son had sex with Percy’s dad.
I like that whenever Percy sees Grover in a wedding dress, he says nothing about the fact that Grover is a boy wearing a dress, he’s just like, “bro, that does not fit you at all, you need a size 9 at least before we can call it kosher”. I love these kids.
I like Silena Beauregard and Charles Beckendorf. I imagine that they're a couple, because it would be a cute reference to the fact that Aphrodite and Hephaestus are technically married. In a very crack shippy kind of way.
I just now realized that the name of Luke's sword (Backbiter) was foreshadowing for his inevitable betrayal. Backbiter is a term used to describe someone untrustworthy, or used to describe a traitor. It’s basically a synonym for “backstabber”. The trickster Norse god Loki is actually frequently referred to with the epithet Backbiter. It could also be a reference to the fact that Hermes is not only a trickster god, but also the god of liars and thieves, which would make sense considering that Luke is a son of Hermes.
Holy shit, Luke is trying to Voldemort this shit!
“‘Percy,’ Annabeth said, trying to keep her cool, ‘we’re going to Polyphemus’s island! Polyphemus is an S-i-k… a C-y-k…” She stamped her foot in frustration. As smart as she was, Annabeth was dyslexic, too. We could’ve been there all night while she tried to spell Cyclops.” I love this book.
Percy’s like, a donut shop in the middle of nowhere is a little weird, but donuts aren’t all that high on my list of threats to worry about. Percy, last book you were almost murdered by Medusa at a diner. I think you should know by now that free food is sketchy as hell when you’re you.
“‘I DON’T CARE WHAT IT SAID!’ Ares bellowed with such force that his image shimmered. ‘You will succeed. And if you don’t…’ He raised his fist. Even though he was only a figure in the steam, Clarisse flinched.” Oh, baby…
I think Clarisse should swear. She deserves it.
Annabeth talking about weaving and Athena’s skill with weaving specifically makes me wonder if we’re ever going to meet or get some other mention/reference to Arachne.
“‘But…’ Annabeth’s voice sounded hurt. ‘What’s wrong with my hair?’” Annabeth saying this broke my heart, but then I remembered that she’s going to be Black in that new live action series, and thinking about this scene with that context in mind hurt me even more considering how Black kids are often shamed and punished for their natural hair texture. I’m just imagining little Annabeth getting made fun of by other kids for her hair and teachers punishing her for being “dirty” or “ungroomed”, and then thinking about the way this cunt is manipulating Annabeth to feel like she’s lesser than because of it. That new live series Disney+ is making better not mess this up.
Holy shit, did C.C. also invent the concept of Instagram?? Why is she obliterating these thirteen-year-olds’ self-esteem???
Oh, because she’s a witch. Yup, Circe, that checks out
Amelia Earheart was a half-blood? I love that. Also, yes! Thank you for mentioning Atalanta, I adore her! She’s one of my favorite characters in Greek mytho-history.
Also, Blackbeard being a son of Ares makes way too much sense
Percy being good at sailing is amazing. Finding that one interest that’s very niche and obscure that’s almost useless in modern society and nailing the hell out of it is very neurodivergent of him and I’m so proud of him for that
“I looked over, expecting to see Annabeth, but the girl wasn’t Annabeth. She wore punk-style clothes with silver chains on her wrists. She had spiky black hair, dark eyeliner around her stormy blue eyes, and a spray of freckles across her nose. She looked familiar, but I wasn’t sure why.” Wait. Is that Thalia?
"'But… you're still getting married?' Grover sounded hurt." Grover, baby, he was going to kill you. This is not about you not being hot enough for him.
Annabeth calling herself Nobody to get Polyphemus's attention—I remember that myth; I read it in elementary school. I thought it was hysterical. It still is. Also Annabeth's burn game is on point.I didn’t know that that hero was Odysseus specifically, but now that I do, it makes a lot more sense.
By the way, isn’t Odysseus related to Poseidon? I can’t remember, but I could swear that Odysseus was a grandson of Poseidon… (two Google searches later). Nope, it was Hermes. He’s a grandson of Hermes, which, yeah, that makes more sense than Poseidon.
"'Not a traitor,' Tyson said. 'And you are not my kind.'" YES, BABY!!
Percabeth. Just Percabeth. I love these children and I love them together.
Percy is one of the best protagonists ever. When Polyphemus was crying and asking Percy not to kill him, Percy spared him. Not because Polyphemus didn't deserve to die, but because Percy didn't want to kill him and felt bad for him. He sympathizes with Clarisse when she's upset, even though she's insulting him and Annabeth is angry with her. He remembers the way Ares had treated her on the boat, and instead of yelling back at her, he treats her with kindness and patience. He lets her complete her quest and have the glory that comes with it, because Percy doesn’t care about getting recognized by the camp for what he did—he just wants the camp to be saved, and as long as the Fleece is delivered to do that, he doesn’t care how. I just. I love him so much. He's such a sweet kid.
I love that Annabeth is the bloodthirsty, petty one between her and Percy.
Holy shit, Tyson's watch thing!! Damn, Tyson!
Percy proudly calling Tyson his baby brother is everything to me.
I love that at this point in the story, Percy is only 13 and has canonically been wanted by the police on two separate occasions.
HOLY SHIT!!!!! THALIA'S ALIVE!!!!!!!!! I AM READY TO LOVE HER!!!!!!!!
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lokisprettygirl · 2 years
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Hear me now (Jotun Loki x Female Reader AU) (18+)
Read chapter 26 here// Series Masterlist
Chapter 27
Summary : You get an unpleasant surprise at work that leads to one more revelation about Loki's ability
Warning: Mention of murder, Panic attack
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"I want to apologize for naming our furbaby.. Cat" you chuckled as he said that. Cat was sitting on the mat placed next to the bathtub while you two were soaking in it. You had to leave for work in two hours but you didn't want to leave him at all.
"Don't apologize. I thought it was really adorable especially because of the way you did it" you turned your head to smile at him then you kissed him softly, the memory of him showing you the C letter page in the alphabet book refreshed in your head "Did you really want to name her Cat? Or I misunderstood?"
He smiled at the question.
"I most definitely wanted to name her Cat, it seemed befitting to me" he chuckled.
"It's definitely very creative" you giggled as you turned around and cupped his cheeks to kiss him.
"Is the water bothering you?" You kept it lukewarm so it wouldn't hurt any of you. You realized that you won't be able to take baths with him during the winter season because he won't be able to take the hot water and you won't be able to tolerate the cold temperature. So you sort of found a midway.
"I should be asking you that darling, it's really freezing out there and you do not have that thermostat technology in your apartment" he clutched his hands around your hair and pulled you in for a kiss as soon as he was done speaking.
"I'm okay, the cold doesn't really bother me when I'm squished against you like this" you placed a kiss on his neck and he pulled you even closer, it was as if he was trying to morph you into himself.
"Okay kitten we are going to shower now, and then I am helping you with breakfast. Would you mind making those chicken sandwiches for me like you used to?"
"Mmm I do not mind at all Blublu, what else?"
"What else?" He asked you as he pulled the drain and you felt the water level decreasing.
"Let me feed you until you are full up till here" his eyes teared up as you pointed towards his chest. He loved being pampered like this. He loved how tender you were to him, he loved being your Blublu.
"I do love being fed"
"Then you'll be fed properly today" you giggled as he made you stand up. After showering you put a sweater on along with woolen pajamas. It was colder than usual today for some reason.
He cut up the chicken in small pieces so you can saute it for the sandwich accordingly. Meanwhile you prepared the eggs and steak for him, you really did want to spoil him today and there wasn't much you were able to do except feed him, you didn't have money like that .
"Ummm does Alvis like chicken sandwiches?" You asked him and he looked at you curiously
"He's just three, he enjoys whatever he is being fed" you smiled and nodded. Then you felt his arms wrapping around you.
"But you know what? he will definitely enjoy everything you would make for him" he whispered softly and you stopped doing whatever you were doing.
"Loki I .. I don't know if I am ready.."
"I know sweetheart, I know you are not, but we can talk about it whenever you are ready, alright?" You nodded as relief washed over you, you didn't want to rush into anything. You turned around to look at him and smiled.
"Thank you bluey.. I just, I just want you to know that no matter what my decision will be I'll never ever make you choose between us or make you leave him" you mumbled as you tucked his hair behind his ears and he smiled.
"I know you well enough darling, as I said, we will talk about it whenever you are ready to talk about it" he pressed kisses on your cheeks then he stepped away to take your work clothes out and get them ready for you to wear. You thought about what he said, but will you ever be ready? You didn't know a thing about being a mother, you never had one to learn from. You sure thought about bearing his children but there was a difference between a fantasy and wanting to do something for real.
After breakfast you got ready, Natasha and Bruce had their engagement party in the evening and you didn't have much time to buy them something, but you figured that you'd get a gift when you get paid next week. You also felt awful that you won't be able to take bluey there as much as you wanted to.
Natasha told you yesterday that she would quit the job at the store as Bruce didn't want her to work since he was providing for them. He asked for her wish and he wouldn't have gone against it but she herself didn't want to struggle anymore.
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You were mopping the floor of the confectionery aisle when you noticed the commotion at the check out corner and your eyes widened in fear. It was Tony Stark surrounded by several bodyguards. What was he doing here? You didn't understand. All of a sudden your manager called you and you felt your heart pumping. Did he find out about Bluey? About Rogers? Why was he there?
When you reached the counter, you avoided looking at Stark.
"Uhh you called me?" Your manager Carol looked at you and she raised her brow.
"Mr Stark here wants to talk to you" she told you and you nodded.
"Sir you can use my office to talk" she started walking so you followed her and Stark followed you with his men. Was he going to kill you? You hoped not.
Once inside her office he sat down on her chair and Carol left. He had the aura of a diva and the heart of a sadist. He would laugh and enjoy whenever Rogers would hurt your sweet Bluey during his time in captivity. You feared him, him and Rogers shared the same brain cell.
"You used to work at my research facility, am I right or am I right?" He asked you and you nodded in yes then you shook your head.
"I mean yes you are right. I did work at Stark research facility. I was the janitor there.. morning shift" he made a clicking noise with his mouth and stood up.
"Hmmm, now I'm not going to beat around the bush but an informer told me that Rogers had his man after you because he had an inkling about you being involved in the disappearance of the creature yada yada yada " you controlled your facial expressions because you didn't want to get in more trouble. He already knew enough.
"I don't know what you are talking about, he had a man after me? I was just a janitor there "
"I'm sure you don't honey" he smiled and his guard gave him a gun that was for sure locked and loaded. Your eyes widened in fear. The sight of the gun almost sent you into a panic mode.
"Please I..I don't know anything about the creature or what happened to him"
Your eyes teared up, you hated that you had to address your sweet boy like that and he chuckled.
"Oh no I am not going to kill you, I might look horrible but I'm just a practical man, you don't mess with my business I don't mess with your life, now once out of this office , you are going to take me to your place, my men will do a quick search and if I don't find anything suspicious I'll leave and you'd never see me again, am I clear?" Tears dripped down your cheeks as he said that.
"Am I clear?" He yelled this time and you flinched and nodded frantically.
His demeanor was menacing and he wanted revenge, you could tell.
You wished you could have somehow informed bluey but it was impossible. They were watching you like a hawk. Tony didn't allow you to get out of his sight, his men followed you closely. You stepped outside the store with them and got inside his car. Then he asked you to give your address to the driver so you complied immediately.
"You live alone?" He questioned so you shook your head
"I have..I have a boyfriend"
Once you reached inside the building your heart started to beat rapidly. You can't let them hurt him or take him away again. For a moment you forgot how strong he was. When you reached the door you took out your keys but Tony stopped you and asked you to knock instead, his men were ready with their guns and you were ready to jump in front of him.
Your eyes teared up as you heard the knob twisting and you closed your eyes. This was all going to go to hell, your happiness wouldn't last long you should have known.
"Darling, who are these people?" You opened your eyes as he said that, your eyes widened in shock as you looked at the man standing on the other side. He had the same voice as bluey, was he bluey?
"I uhh this is Mister Tony Stark from Stark industries" you mumbled as you got inside. You couldn't stop staring at him. He wasn't blue anymore and he looked like a man. A handsome sexy man but a normal human man, his long hair was tied up in a bun, he had the shirt on that you got for him.
Stark walked past you two and you looked at his men intruding as if the space belonged to them. The freezer was gone too, you didn't understand anything.
"Nothing " one of his guards told Stark and he sighed in response, he was frustrated and disappointed you could tell.
"Who are you?" Stark asked Loki, or you hoped that's who he was
"I'm her boyfriend Luke, this is our home, you can't barge in like this" he had the same voice but his accent sounded more American.
"Sorry to burst your bubble, but I'm Tony fucking Stark and I can do whatever I want" Loki glared at him at the disrespect. Thankfully he heard their footsteps approaching and he knew you weren't alone, his sharp hearing aided him today. He just hoped they didn't hurt you or even touched you because he wouldn't tolerate that.
"Get out of our home" he snapped at Stark.
"You call this dump a home" Tony snickered and you grabbed Loki's arm to stop him from losing his cool, you caressed his forearms softly with your nails to call him down, even his skin felt normal like a human.
"Told you I'd leave once my doubt is cleared" Tony smiled at you as he walked out and his minions followed him like a dog.
As he left the building he instructed one of them to keep an eye on you. He had you under suspicion now.
You locked the door properly and then you turned around to look at him. As he walked towards you so you took a step behind and hit the door.
"It's me darling, look..look" a green shimmer surrounded him and you looked at him all wide eyed. You knew it was him, you just didn't understand how it was even possible for him to do something like that. It just seemed physically, scientifically impossible. Not that the things he has done until now were exactly normal.
He walked closer to you and cupped your cheeks.
"Darling, did those bastards harm you?" Your eyes welled up at the question. They didn't harm you yet but you know they will. You remembered the gun, how he scared you with it and that sent your whole body into a state of anxiety.
"I can't..I can't breathe..I can't breathe " your voice came out all whispery so he picked you up, walked towards the couch and sat down on it with you on top of him. He rubbed your back in circles and pressed your head against his chest.
"Take a deep breath and then exhale slowly, I got you darling,I am here" he whispered softly and you did what he asked you to do. Then you repeated the motion several times. You were having a panic attack, you somehow managed to keep yourself in check in front of the Stark and his minions but the thought truly scared you now. What they would have done if he wouldn't have disguised himself? They were ready to attack him and take him away.
"Uhhh how did you..how did you do that?"
"I have had anxiety attacks before little one"
"No I..you looked human..you looked like a man" you mumbled and he waved his fingers slowly as if he was hitting the keys of the piano and morphed into the man again.
"Ohhh woww" you caressed his skin and he smiled. He looked the same but different, his ruby eyes were replaced with green, his marks were gone, skin smooth as marble, his hair remained the same but the color looked darker because of the contrast with his fair pale skin, soft pink lips replaced the soft blue ones.
"I can actually morph into other humans too but this is how I'd look if I was a mere mortal or asga..so yes I can do this" he mumbled nervously.
"Who are you?" Your question wasn't asked out of discontent but mere curiosity and bewilderment, he knew it must be shocking for you to see him doing things like that so effortlessly.
"I am Loki from Asgard" he told you and you scrunch your forehead in response.
"Wait ..Asgard?..Asgard from..Norse mythology?" You looked at him confused.
"It's.. not a myth.. I think"
Your mouth opened wide, you were totally not connecting the dots before, you just thought his name was Loki. Just Loki. Everytime he tells you something about his past you have this same look of wonderment in your eyes "But not everything you read is the complete truth, it's not exactly accurate but I'm sure it was written by someone who knew of our existence"
You nodded as he said that, too stunned to say anything in revert.
"Did he touch you little one?" You shook your head and he pulled you in for a hug, it was weird hugging him like that.
"So do you feel heat in this form as well?"
"I ..I can manage my temperature fairly well in this form, not entirely but upto an extent but I do not like looking this way, it reminds me of everything I have tried to forget in the past thirty years" his eyes teared up. He was hiding several things about his past and that surely came with how he had lived for thousands of years, that didn't surprise you much of course, but maybe you weren't ready to hear and see everything at once. Your mind would explode.
"Shift back "
"What?"
"Bring bluey back " your eyes filled with tears so he morphed again and you wrapped him in a tight embrace. If being in that form hurt him then you'd never want him to feel that way. Besides, you fell in love with him like this and that's how you wanted him.
"So Asgard is a real planet, different from ours?"
"A different realm yes"
"And you're the god Loki?"
"I suppose yes" he raised his brows and you took a deep breath.
"Okay umm okay where is the freezer?"
"It's there, you just can not see it, the vacant space is just an illusion" he waved his fingers again and the freezer was back to its place. An illusion? A fucking illusion. That's when you realized that Him healing other people and being able to heal quickly was just the tip of the iceberg.
"Are you overwhelmed?" He asked you softly as he caressed your cheeks and you nodded
"A little but it's not because of you, I just..never thought things like that could be real but you are all real ..you are magical and a god" he caressed your back and you placed your head down on his chest.
"You're not safe out there anymore darling" he mumbled softly and you hummed.
"But I can't hide here, that would only make him more suspicious" he nodded as you said that. He can't have your life in danger again, he can't lose you again, he has already lost you once and then you almost died again, he has to keep you safe or he'll never forgive himself. It was only because of him you were on the radar of such horrible human beings to begin with.
"I'm so stupid, I kept wondering how you got here from Alaska so quickly. You disguised yourself right?"
"I did, I just.. I was worried about you seeing me like that" you raised your brows as he said that.
"Worried? Why?"
You caressed his cheeks softly and his eyes teared up so he closed them and leaned into your touch, a small smile printed on his lips but he didn't seem happy.
"Loki, why were you worried?" You asked him again as he didn't respond. His answer did break you though.
"I just.. I had this fear that once you see me like that, you wouldn't want to love me like this. I was scared that you would prefer me in that form"
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fictive-sl0th · 1 year
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Take me, Hold me💛
Loki x f reader x Bucky (🌶) series
Chapter 9 - "Welcome back"
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Part 8 -> ONLY LOKI IN THIS!!
plot: Y/n succumbed to her penalty, spending a whole day in the junior and senior high. Nat never leaves her side as they talk about Loki's unexpected return. Things turn steamy when Loki seduces and officially calls her his girlfriend...
warnings: smut! 18+ minors dni, p in v, language, kinky stuff, name calling, gun play!, Loki's dirty talk ((only Loki in this))
"A round of applause for the Black Widow, the Huntress and the Falcon"
... a young teacher animated the little kids but it took basically nothing to let them clap and rejoice as if their lives depended on it. Your were well aware of the effect an Avenger had on kids who constantly dreamed about becoming a superhero but their tiny cheers finally succeeded to put a light smile on your lips.
Loki was still all over your mind and the fact that he was only about 500 meters away by now was sickening, letting your thighs clench involuntarily.
"Y/n? Did Loki not talk to you before today?" Natasha asked leaning over to you and tucking a strand of your y/h/c hair behind your hear. She could be soft but mostly the emphasis was on 'could'. The children were occupied with Sam showing his wings what granted you a few minutes to talk before the pause would begin. "No! I didn’t even know he was back. When did he return?" You whispered back keeping your smile as a friendly facade while your blood began to simmer. Scaring the children probably wouldn't be the best idea.
"Erm. Yesterday morning I suppose" Nat said before the bell rung signaling you that it was pause time. Afterwards you would spend the rest of the morning with the actual tech-team who won the price in the senior year. A few autographs later you actually had some free time, too since the pause times were different today, adapted to your visit. 
"God, I can’t believe he kept his return a secret for more than a whole day!“ you complained as Nat and you were wandering the hallways to speak in private. Biting your lips in a dangerous mixture of anger, disappointment and excitement your gaze wandered down to your cleavage where you could see his necklace peaking through the white fabric of your blouse. This ass.
"Is it possible that your heart and mind are in conflict, honey?" Nat asked carefully, sensing the tension in your body which could explode like a volcano anytime. You were spirited and your best friend knew exactly when it was time to keep a low profile. "I can’t do this anymore, Nat. It’s tearing me apart" you sighed rubbing your temples in a desperate attempt to finally get one of these men out of your thoughts. Or maybe banning them both?
"Are you mad at Loki?" 
"Fuck yes! Of course! How dare he fuck me and then not telling me about his return? He’s such an arrogant assho-" you almost yelled but then, suddenly, your voice died as you passed a huge window which allowed a broad sight of the schoolyard. “-cute, handsome asshole" your captivated voice finished implying a sharp contrast to the sentence’s original meaning. 
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"Oh shit. Perfect" Nat sighed throwing her hands up in despair as she spotted the man your sparkling eyes found out there. Loki and Sam were playing with a few juniors, the god carrying a little boy on his shoulders radiated pure dad energy. Your eyes were mercilessly drawn to the spectacle of Loki’s regal hands holding the ones of happily grinning children, carrying a cute boy on his broad, armor clad shoulders. His amused smile underlined the sharp features of his face, showing his perfect teeth as he laughed with his young fans. 
"Can you stab me?" You sighed looking over to the widow with a scrunched face. Children could be annoying and all but seeing this man doing said things made you spontaneously ovulate. You hated yourself for it however, Loki has once again shamelessly succeeded in making your anger slowly vanish without even talking to you yet. 
"I’d most certainly like to" Nat quipped watching your awe-struck face with her analyzing eyes. And she knew devotion if she saw. "But y/n, the way you look at him speaks volumes. Maybe you should really talk to him?" she continued watching the said god who was undeniably handsome, drawing all the female teachers attention like a magnet. One could see the things Loki did to them in the mere way their eyes batted at him.
Out of seemingly nowhere the school bell rung in your ear shattering the daydream your twisted mind was just about to built up. "Come on, babes. Finish the drooling" Nat playfully mocked, taking your hand and dragging you along. A grumpy expression spread on your delicate face as Loki finally vanished from your field of view. God, you would make him a dad anytime. But he didn’t manage to pay you a visit although he’s been back since yesterday?!! Your thoughts were throwing a tantrum between arousal and anger leaving you a dependent sheep to follow Nat who was herding your deranged self. 
"Loki! Can you sign my arm?" A teenage girl’s voice echoed through the classroom of the senior high’s tech team as you entered. Could who sign his arm? With narrowed eyes and your fingers flicking with literal voltage you stepped inside, your hungry eyes finding the tall, raven haired man in his armor surrounded by a horde of drooling girls. Ugh. 
Rolling your eyes at a scene that already happened countless times you just grabbed Nat’s hand and placed yourself next to her sitting on the periphery so that Loki wouldn’t be able to pull the 'I’ll just sit here next to you'.
"Why the hell is he still here? He’s supposed to swap like everyone else" you spoke in a whisper hoping to get a proper explanation which would eliminate your salty apprehension. 
As some teachers along with the principal entered, the girls finally let go of Loki who faced you in a quick moment of privacy. Kindness lingered in his emerald orbs only irritating your muddy brain even more. Maybe he had an adequate explanation for staying away a whole day after a painfully long month being away from you?
The talk begun, you giving your utmost best to avoid eye contact with the seductive god whose orbs kept on trailing across your slutty outfit. You made him unbearably hungry. In public, no, worse; in a fucking school. Eventually, you could’t withstand the urge to explore the god’s face that almost made your knees go jelly a few minutes ago. Fuck him!
"Alright! Before we start the autograph session, any questions you would like to answer the team?" The principle asked the students who were struggling to keep their saliva in at the sight of Loki sitting on this tiny chair, the layers of leather and gold plates shimmering in the daylight and his thick thighs spread open leaving for imagination what’s lurking between. God, he was fully aware of his intoxicating effect on everyone yet his greedy eyes were casted on the line of bare skin in between of your skirt and the overknees. Both of you totally missed the first round of questions mostly addressed to Nat and Sam.
"Yes, Heather?"
"Mister Laufeyson, is the god of mischief single?" 
"What in the- Heather! I’m so sorry, Sir“ the nervous principle tried to excuse the inappropriate question of the bitchy looking girl in the front row who had already undone the top button of her blouse leaning forward to present her cleavage. The school mattress as you supposed. 
A wonderful, charming laughter escaped Lokis leather clad chest rumbling through the room like an engine working with the sweetest honey as fuel. Your thighs clenched involuntarily and the show his facial muscles were putting on while he ran his veiny hand through the raven curls... Oh, those gorgeous curls you once disheveled in pure ecstasy.
He was doing it again. Luring your mind in his virtuoso hands playing your feelings like a piano. 
"No, it’s alright. I’ll answer" he chuckled amusedly as his unique eyes fixed the girl who waited for his answer with attempts of eye-fucking the god whose demeanor had not only her body spellbound. 
„I am not“ he replied, a smug smile curling the corners of his lips, delicate dimples appearing on his soft skin.
"Oh" the girl panted, her face instantly loosing the tension of trying to look seductive and fell in a disappointed state. Your breath hitched, your mouth agape from irritation. Of course, Nat nudged you in the side with an exited, expectant expression on her face. Was he talking about you? You haven’t even properly assessed the kind of your relationship hence the bigger your confusion about if there might be someone else…
"Really? Who’s the lucky one?" It blurted out of Sam who was even as hooked by the whole situation as all the drooling girls. It was a question round for the students but his childish, nosy nature didn’t give a damn.
"She’s here with us" Loki said chuckling lightly to himself as he began to pat on his right thigh as if he was lurking a cat. The playful sparkle in his eyes was unerringly as he shot you a quick gaze, his dominant nature demanding you to follow. God, he was your drug and right now a whole new gush of his addictive substances were running through your veins. 
Completely loosing every bit of grace you had, you followed his signals which radiated raw superiority, standing up and striding towards the magnetizing god. A satisfied smile adorned his features while everyone else was gasping and gossiping at the couple which revealed itself in front of their eyes. 
"Welcome back, darling" he growled silently as you finally sat down on his lap facing the jealous gazes of all the thirsting girls. Nat silently cheered showing a decent thumbs up. Effectively, she was as volatile as you when it came to the two men. Sam, on the contrary was probably the worst to find out about Loki and you. He was talking to Bucky nearly every day so it was only a matter of time until your precious relationship with the soldier would shatter into pieces. 
"Would anyone of you be so kind to tell Mister Stark that we will be finished in about twenty minutes?" One of the teachers bowed down to you, a pleading look on his face. You didn’t know that Tony could have such an intimidating effect. "Sure" it escaped you fueled by the wish to have a moment on your own. It was all becoming too much again. Originally, you were flaming angry at Loki but a few of his alluring winks and flexes of his jaw muscles later you were putty in his hands...
Your hasty steps echoed through the hallway as suddenly, a strong arm wrapped around your waist pulling you into some kind of storeroom. "Loki! What the hell?" You panted as he released you again eyeing your body from across the small, dark room. "I can’t let you go unaccompanied, can I?" He snarled raising an eyebrow in a challenging way. He wanted to provoke you. And of course, you fell for it.
"Oh, yes! You absolutely can! And also, what the hell were you doing in there?" You snapped keeping your distance with crossed arms. You were captivated by his intoxicating features only a minute ago yet he still had to endure your raging disappointment.
Taking a step closer he towered above you in all his glory, the same hungry look in his eyes as in the hotel room. You had a dark premonition on what was about to happen. And the fact you would be giving in was even worse.
"Don’t tell me you didn’t enjoy being called my lover, y/n" he groaned cocking his head and feigning he didn’t already know the answer. Playful ass. "Idiot" was all that escaped your pretty mouth eliciting a chiding chuckle from the god who looked so intriguingly regal in this ceremonial armor. 
"Darling, I would have come to visit you yesterday but Thor was keeping me busy with sucking all the latest information on Asgard’s security situation out of my mind" he explained sincerely, his soft hand cupping your right cheek as you squeezed your eyes shut at the unwanted sensation his touch provided. 
"Loki, stop. I’m really pissed and touching me that way won’t change it" you huffed, slightly turning away from his hands as if they were the tempting chocolate bar your stupid diet forbid. 
"Oh, I think here are many ways you want to be touched by me. Am I right, pet?" He cooed beginning to walk around you in circles, cornering his prey. He was damn right but you couldn’t let your words be an empty threat. You weren’t falling from grace for this sly man. 
Loki’s hollowed cheeks were casted with changing shadows as the angle at which the light crept through the door slits constantly varied from his regal strides. The leather boots crashed dully against the floor in the slow rhythm of his long legs and the layers of Asgardian leather jarred as he rose a hand to ghost his fingers across your blouse. It was dangerous still mercilessly arousing, filling your body with both adrenaline and oxytocin.
"Don’t even think that your rapturous looks passed me as I played with those zany children“ he sneered, a smirk on his velvet lips as he watched your brain processing what he just unfolded. "Ho- What do you mean?" You muttered, turning to search for his emeralds, confused as his striding had totally dizzied you like he was slowly sucking the oxygen out of your blood. 
"You liked it, didn’t you? I saw it in your eyes, darling. How that pretty little pussy clenched around nothing, longing for me to fill her up" His voice send electric jolts across your skin recalling the image of the boy’s broad smile as he watched the world from Loki’s high shoulders. Your panties wouldn’t last long if he continued this torture.
"Zany children? So you did it just to mock me?" You snapped crossing your arms in front of your chest what pulled the fabric down far enough to reveal the necklace. But you weren’t aware of it, drowning in a raging storm of desire and anger. 
"Mocking? That’s how you think of me?" He panted playing hurt with a huge hand sprawled across the chest plate of his armor methaporically touching his heart. 
That was the point were you had enough. Without a grain of hesitancy, he crossed the thin line of patience you had left causing you to sharpen your super-senses. Your strong arm found his throat immediately as your small foot placed behind his, easily made him loose balance as he stumbled backwards from the strength of your push. A mere second and a heavy groan from Loki later you had him pinnend against the wall. Your knee pressing against his lower thigh bestowing pain from hitting the sensitive transition point of his strong musculus rectus femoris to tendon. It kept the usually so mighty god from moving while your left forearm pressed flush against his throat and the right hand guided your gun at his temples. But Loki only chuckled haughtily, bringing your blood to the boiling point.
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"Uhhh. Did I upset the fierce huntress, hm?" He snarled being exactly the type of man your witted mind was begging for. He was unbearably cocky and arrogant but he did it so well.
"You better shut your mouth now, Laufeyson" Your retort came fast. Fast enough to get Loki on the track of your growing arousal. He knew you were desperately hiding it by the way you acted and he would play with you until he got his fill. A fill of the woman who attracted him like no one else ever did. 
"Let me lead your spirit, darling" he began, the dark timbre of his voice sending shivers down your spine all the way to your wet core. His low voice was captivating. "Imagine me playing with a child like I did with that boy. Telling him jokes and letting him sit on my shoulders while his tiny chuckles ring in your ear. Imagine his raven curls disheveled after I gave him his first lesson in fighting and his y/e/c sparkling when we show him the full glory of Asgard for the first time about to meet his grandparents for a royal dinner" he spoke, luring promises embedded in the peaceful scenario he was describing. 
"Raven curls? My eye color? What’s the point, Loki?“"You hissed but your inflexion betrayed you revealing the interest and satisfaction his words elicited in you. A sly grin presented his shiny teeth as the notorious green eyes wandered across your face inspecting every feature you offered. "Or maybe we would have a daughter with your sweet nose in the middle of her pretty face" he continued his musing feeling how your grip became looser and the pressing of your knee less forceful. It worked.
A blink of an eye later your lips crashed against Loki’s drowning you in the satisfaction his sweet taste provided. Smacking noises of passionate kisses filled the small room ruining your panties for good if his romantic scenarios hadn’t already done so.
"Loki, I- I love you" you panted as your arm finally slid away from his throat. The Norse god was quick to turn the tables, pressing you flush against the wall by leveraging your relaxing muscles which were already preparing for something completely different than fighting.
"Norns, how much I’ve missed those lips“ your lover moaned as he tilted his head to gently nibble on your earlobe as if they were a precious treat. "You fooled me, asshole" you breathed head snapping back as he unbuttoned the blouse brushing your delicate cleavage with his soft hands.
"And you fell for it" he muttered peppering small kisses and bites on the parts of your breasts the white balcony bra didn’t hide. Loki’s hand slowly wandered up your thighs layering your skin with a fresh coat of his addictive venom which had your mind dancing on the verge of a terrifyingly deep abyss. But somehow your common sense wrestled its way back on the stage of your mind.
"Loki, stop!" You suddenly panted a hand flying down to stop the seductive hike of his long digits.  "What’s wrong, darling?" He purred like a jaguar his gorgeous face a mere inch from yours as his narrowed eyes pierced you with an hint of concern.
"I’m dating Bucky. I can’t do this" you whispered shaking your head in despair. 
„Oh, trust me, darling. You can and you will“ 
At those sinful words he sunk on his knees never averting his dominant eyes from yours like he had to make sure that his prey wouldn’t run from his tantalizing grip. A brief moment of eye contact, so hot it could’ve melted Cap’s vibranium shield later, he let his fingers run down your thigh until he gripped your ankle lifting your leg up and placing it on his gold-plated shoulder piece. Your mouth fell open in a silent moan as you eagerly watched him diving his head under your skirt. A short quiver spread from your wet core as Loki’s cold hand gently ripped your panties apart. 
The god hummed in approval drinking in the sight of your cunt soaking wet only because of his words and a bit of kissing. God, he loved the way your body spoke to him. "Don’t fight it" he growled before his tongue touched your clit making you gasp instantly. He was a god and proving it seemed to be utterly easy for him. 
"Loki, I- I ahhh" you panted at his expert tongue sliding through your folds and lavishly circling your wet entrance. "Be quiet, dove. There are children around" he chided, the vibration of his deep voice hitting your clit perfectly. You bit your own hand in order to hush yourself since he unfortunately really had a point. Of course, he saw your sexy move, smirking against your sweet juices and stepping up his expert game.
The fast kitten licks that followed were like doping to your nerves, his saliva a lube mixed with liquid ecstasy. Your free hand grabbed the metal shelf next to you, knuckles turning white from the  other-worldly talent of Loki’s silvertongue. He knew damn well which keys to struck; he was a master at it, bringing you closer and closer to climax as if it was a simple stroll he found peace in. 
"God, you taste divine. I will have to taste you every single day from now on" Loki breathed parting from your soaked core and raising to his full, intimidating height. "Why did you stop?" You whimpered your fist hitting the hard leather of his armor in an act of protest only causing his sly smile to grow broader.
"You shouldn’t have dressed like a slut for me, y/n. Because maybe I’ll treat you like one now“ he growled in your ear stepping closer until the full might of his godly form pressed you against the wall leaving you little space to breathe.
"Loki, I’m sorry. I just-"
“Hush" he commanded his strong eyes twitching with lust and his insatiable need to dominate your body after one painful month of abstinence. He was going to rail you right here and right now. Without a grain of mercy.
"Maybe you can think of another insolence to apologize for while were at it" he continued, his words dripping with a silent threat to not disobey him again, bending your soul to his superior will as if you were nothing more than mere playdough being knead by the hands of a literal god. A skillful move of his leg parted yours open again, his stare simply forbidding you to close them. 
"I won’t apologize for being mad at you, Loki" you hissed trough gritted teeth, the sexual tension lingering in the air like poison gas slowly numbing your brain. But you were strong. Right?
"What a shame" he taunted haughtily, his sharp features bending to a pitying expression and highlighting the lusty sparkle in his emerald orbs which alone could drive you wild. If anyone was good at eye-fucking, then it would be Loki.
The way he acted, the way he talked… this was exactly what you craved besides the soothing feeling of home Bucky offered you. They were polar opposites and you were an atom massively unsure about its charge. 
Something cold, metal-like ripped your thoughts apart making you blink in confusion before your realized what Loki’s skilled trickster hands used against you. Your precious gun was pressed against your temple, a grain of madness in Loki’s captivating face sending a new gush of wetness to seep out of your cunt. 
"You like that, hm? I can smell you, dove. You’re so so desperate for me yet so unbelievably stubborn" his chiding tone layered with dirty growls made you clench your knees a bit, brushing the long, black tunic, your favourite part of his armor. The goddamn armor which had you thirsting about the prince, the extraterrestrial lover who came down from his magical home only to make your whole body quiver with need. 
"Apologize, love" his baritone voice demanded before he pulled you into another passionate kiss, tongues dancing a tango of burning yet unsaturated desire. But you stayed silent until he parted again trailing the gun across your body, stopping as he reached the curve of your ass. "Nuh-uh" you panted shaking your head with a desperate attempt of a fierce smile. But he was already breaking your will like he would break the neck of anyone who dared to touch you.
A sly grin adorned his glistening lips, his head rising to adopt a dominating position. Lokis narrowed emeralds looked down at you as if you were nothing but a chambermaid; a chambermaid he secretly loved. Then your mouth fell open, a heavy, staggered breath emerging from the depths of your lungs as Loki let the muzzle of your deagle slide through the sticky wetness between your legs. 
"My, my, my. What a kinky little lover I have" he chuckled deeply, circling the cold metal against your pulsating entrance. God, he enjoyed it, too causing his controlling nature  to allowing a very satisfied look to spread on his masculine face. 
"Fuck I, I am not- ahhh" you moaned as he turned the gun sliding the barrel against your clit, every single one of the ridges between the sights sending exiting signals through your bundle of nerves. "But I do think so" Loki moaned in your ear pouring oil in the wildfire his pleasuring moves ignited.
A wicked expression took over Loki's face, his nose scrunching in a twitching move as he eagerly watched your lips part with keenness. A strong hand guided the upper side of the chrome barrel across your cunt, slight twists making you gasp at the pleasuring feeling of the deadly metal.   
The wicked god sensed your approaching climax but then, he pulled away roughly wrapping an arm around your ass and lifting you up with his godly muscles. Your legs immediately wrapped around his waist as you let out a desperate cry of his name feeling the climax vanishing into nothing but thin air. 
"Now suck her clean, this precious gun of yours like the good girl you are" he commanded not even spending a thought on explaining his frustrating denial. But his demand was perfect, letting your thighs clench around harsh layers of leather. Eagerly, you let your seductive tongue trail the barrel, sucking your own nectar from the chrome ridges like a starving woman. Loki’s features were orchestrated by your alluring actions, his brows knitting, lips parting in a silent o.
But he was still in control, dragged the side of your gun along your mouth until he reached the tip. After his large hands swiftly turned it, you had a muzzle of a loaded large caliber pistol with 44. Magnum ammo waiting in the chamber pressed against your lips. Knowing you were defenseless against him in every respect right now turned you on even more. The cold expression on Loki’s face matched his pointer finger nestling on the trigger with a small click which sent a hot shiver down your spine emerging from the darkest alleys of your mind. 
"I said; suck it" he repeated watching your wet tongue like an eagle as you began to circle to broad muzzle. A challenging sparkle was embedded in your lust-drunken eyes fixing Loki’s emeralds and captivating them like a high security prison. The eye-fuck grew thicker than blood with your lips fully wrapped around the whole barrel while your tongue sinfully caressed the downside until it was stopped by the trigger guard. 
Loki’s breathing grew heavier and heavier, his cock now painfully awake and begging to finally be used. So he gave in pulling the gun out of your mouth and replacing it with his tongue which reached deep inside your wet throat. "Love?" He asked, a mere murmur against the kiss. 
"Yes, Lokes?" You answered panting from the intoxicating intensity of the last minutes which would surely ghost around your mind for a painfully long time. You felt him pressing your back against the wall so he could pull his hand from under your ass unbuckling the leather trousers in a rapid pace. He needed a rough fuck. Now. 
"I’ll fuck you right here. I’ll ravish you so hard the others will ask what has happened to your ability to walk, understood?" He groaned guiding his red tip across your slick folds collecting your juices as a natural lube. Your voice was forgotten, your body only capable of an eager nod.
And then he breached you, bottomed out with one brutal thrusts making you grip his shoulders with a force you never knew you had. Leaving you no time to adjust to his mighty length after a whole month without, he pulled back before ramming inside again knocking the air out of your lungs as your delicate back was pinned against the wall. "Norns. How did I even survive without you?" He moaned setting a steady rhythm of sensual yet incredibly forceful thrusts. 
"Oh goddd. Loki!! " A pleading moan escaped your lips parted in pure ecstasy his long manhood bestowed on you hitting all the sweet spots with the precision of a neurosurgeon. 
"Hush, my gorgeous girl. We’re still in a school" he breathed in your face as he rested his sweaty forehead against yours, hips gyrating below to navigate both of you towards climax. "Enchant the fucking room! I thought you were a sorcerer" you snarled sulkily, wanting nothing more than to give free reign to your cries of pleasure. 
"I could but it would be less fun, wouldn’t it?"
"Fuck you, Laufeyson" you snapped, breath hitching as you gained a painfully deep yet absolutely electrifying thrust for your insult. "I going to fuck you, my dear. And since you are foolish enough to challenge your luck, I’ll make it unbearable" his words holding a delicious intent letting your channel tighten involuntarily. 
"I’ll talk dirty to you while your voice isn’t concealed by my magic. If the Avengers HR gets an angry letter from the school lies in your own hands, love" he explained stabilizing your ass with his strong left arm again. This would be torture. 
"Bonus rule" he growled as you felt his right hand rise along the wall guiding something light reflecting. Chrome. “-she stays with us". Goosebumps travelled your whole body as the cold, wet muzzle pressed against your head, Loki’s pointer finger once again tying lazily with the trigger. You knew he wouldn’t shoot you however, the sensation was unbeatable. 
"Okay, my- my king" you moaned eliciting a motivated grin on Loki’s lips, which prepared to torture you with words alone. 
"Good girl. Now take my cock like the whore in the hotel room did." He rasped pacing up his brutal thrusts to set a toe-curling rhythm with his long cock occasionally brushing your cervix. A lightly painful and still utterly arousing feeling.
"Ohh fuuuck" you breathed scrunching your face at the impossibility to loudly express the menacing tension the desire throbbing in your cunt burdened you with. He was merciless after that long month.
"Did you like seeing me with kids, y/n? Did it make your pathetic little cunt wet for me?" Loki asked trough staggered breaths, his emerald orbs much darker than usual; colored by powerful lust. 
“Yesss" you panted one hand gripping the backside of his neck as your back wanted to arch off the wall to grant his brutal cock even deeper entrance. 
"I see, darling. She speaks for you" he moaned, scrunching his perfect nose and casted his gaze downwards watching his long cock sinfully disappearing in your tight pussy. He could watch that all day, pushing him even further towards the pending release. "Maybe I’ll give you one of your own someday, my pretty princess“. 
You let out a half-heatedly repressed moan as your eyes fluttered shut with the thought of Loki planting his seed deep since you, gifting you a pretty child with raven curls. But the fantasizing didn’t last long. The gods own moans thundering across the room at the feeling of your cunt beginning to pulsate, nearing an inevitable high. 
"Should I- nooorns, daaarling give you a taste of what it feels like to be bred by me?" 
"Ple- please, Loki. Fill mhhhmm me up" you pleaded feeling the gun pressing harder against your temple at the ill-considered volume of your needy voice. 
"I’ll fuck you so very full. You’ll regret wearing a skirt when my seed starts dripping out of your greedy cunt. Marking you as mine. Showing everyone what a good fucking girl you are for me".
His words were pure lust through gritted teeth, preparing your body for what was about to crash over you. Loki’s head rolling back when the grip of his hand on your asscheeks intensified. He stabilized you one last time. Then, without a warning, he went feral, letting his hips clash against your ass and fucking into you upwards. You muffled a loud cry in the crook his his neck where the defined muscles were flexing to cope with the tension gathering in Loki’s godly body. 
„Let go, my perfect, little god-slut. Show me how much you desire me. Ahhhh, Now“ he commanded his voice nothing more than the husky purr of a powerful engine. 
And you did as he demanded diving right into a mind-numbing climax which sent sizzles through your whole body and let you see white stars in the black of your shut eyes. Muffled moans of his name blurted out of you vibrating against Loki’s tender skin when he fucked you through your high, never stopping to hit that sweet spot deep inside what boosted the other-worldly feeling.
Your pussy haphazardly convulsing around his length pushed the god over the edge. Deep growls of your name escaped his parted lips, jaw muscles flexing in unison with the constantly twitching furrowed brow. With a loud smack your gun hit the linoleum floor, instead Loki’s strong hands grabbed the comely arch of your back against his own body. "I fucking adore you, goddess" he moaned head falling back front and tickling the sensitive skin of your exposed collar bone. 
"Milking me so well, ohhh nornss" Loki goaded, his voice pitched higher this time undoubtedly proofing that he actually came. You felt the ridges of his heavenly manhood pulsating as he shot ropes of hot cum right against your cervix carrying out his promise to show you how it would feel like. If you weren’t on birth control, you would most certainly already be pregnant after this.
"I’ve missed you, my dear" he panted coming down from his high with a satisfied, sly smile adorning his glistening face. 
"God, I missed you too". Your reply ended up in a heavy kiss before Loki finally let you down but your legs were the opposite of reliable. He really didn’t overstate about fucking you. With trembling, sizzling muscles you tried to stand upright again but the burn was instant. "Darling? I always thought you could take it rough?" Loki cheekily noted tugging his half hard member back. "You’re so arrogant" you snapped back with a roll of your your dilated pupils, finding your wit once more. 
"Hello? Is anything alright in there? I heard a loud noise" Nat’s voice suddenly echoed from outside. With a hand on your mouth and eyes widened you spun around to face your lover pointing a finger at him. "That’s your fault!" You accused him, a slightly angry look on your face what only amused Loki even more. A tilt of his head signaled you to get behind his tall frame before he opened the door, your gun in his hands. 
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Nat’s eyebrow instantly wandered upwards in utter confusion and her hands rested on her hips. Oh god, she wouldn’t buy whatever tale the god was going to tell. But then the grinning prince just stepped to the side exposing your lightly quivering body with the fucked up ponytail and your overknees totally slipped. 
The widows face changed in slo-mo, an amused, wicked grin replacing the expression of irritation  as her hands wandered up to cup her jaw as if she had seen a cute puppy. "Loki Laufeyson!" She began patting his chest in a proud manner. Oh no, what was about to come?
"You, my friend, suffer from BPDE, no doubt“ 
"I beg your pardon?" Loki asked with furrowed brows learning forwards to her. 
"Don’t worry it’s nothing too serious. Just Big Persuasive Dick Energy" she cooed winking at you, provoking a heavy fight in your mind. Should you laugh 'cause its hella funny? But somehow you wanted to sink into the earth out of shame. You basically let Loki take you in a storage room of a highschool like a needy, hormonal teenager.
"What kind of council is this?" Tony’s voice took the difficult decision from you letting you hastily smoothen the fabric of your blouse. But it was too late. His analyzing eyes had long found you eyeing every inch of your messy look. "Erm. Y/n, I thought you don’t like children?" He asked sliding Edith down his nose theatrically. This man was a poser. Ugh.
"Tony, she was super nice to the kids. They literally clung to her thighs“ Loki’s diplomatic nature intervened but the sly innuendo was really hitting home as you felt his hot cum slowly but surely running down the inner sides of the said sizzling thighs. Loki was the devil, he didn’t lie that time in The Universe. Innocently crossing your legs, you used girl code to describe the problem to Nat who promptly understood dragging you along to the restroom. 
"I knew you couldn’t resist. But anyone who would should be forcefully admitted in a psychiatric clinic." She stated as you were in the stall cleaning yourself from 'Loki’s kids'.
"But you know what? What’s about Bucky now?" She asked refreshing her lipstick and adjusting her ginger hair in front of the huge window. 
A loud sigh escaped you as you squeezed your eyes shut remiscing about the beautiful days you’ve spent with Bucky and how soothing it feelt to sleep in his strong, familiar arms. And the sex so fucking sensual, so full of emotions. It was impossible to decide. 
"Girl, you have to talk to them. I know it’s going to be hard but of you continue this secret double-track thing you’ll not only crash your 'thing' with them. Think about their friendship" Nat mused lost in her thoughts to the issue and totally not realizing how her words triggered something inside you.
She was right. But did you have the strength to face them?
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Home Truths: The Lakes [Loki x Reader]
The Lakes Masterlist / Regular Masterlist Summary: (4) Loki is given a shake, and the four of you hit up the local supermarket. Warnings: Minors DNI. Ex-Loki. Major Satchelage. Humour. Brotherly/ Domestic fluff. Smut references. Mild angst. Pining. (w/c 4.5k) Recommended Folklore Track: Hoax
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The rain hadn’t stopped. You’d spent the next few hours limping between rooms, keeping busy, stealing glances out the droplet-streaked windows where you could.
Where was he?
The kiss had lingered on your lips. The taste of Loki absorbing into cracks of delicate skin like water in thirsty soil. Nobody knew where the god had disappeared to in the early hours, allegedly.
What's more, they didn't seem surprised.
It had been another two hours before Loki returned holding a string of thoroughly deceased rabbits.
He stalked through the front door, turning abruptly into the kitchen and lowering them to the dining table with a macabre series of thumps.
“Holy Moses-” Steve scoffed disapprovingly, folding his arms.
The kettle began to whistle on the stove as Loki paraded to the cupboard. He pulled out a mug sporting a large yellow bear with an eyepatch.
“I saw no reason why our ‘education’ need be stifled by a mild weather-tantrum” he drawled, gesturing to the window before plucking a teabag from the tin. He glanced back to you as you leant against the kitchen doorframe. His eyes narrowed. There was no hint there of what had passed between you only hours before. It made you sad. But not surprised. “Don’t you agree, Agent?” he purred. Thor emerged by your shoulder.
“What the-?” his eyes fell on the limp pile of fur adorning the plastic tablecloth; gasping sharply. “Hodorekorn, brother?” His excitement was electric. Loki shook his head. “Alas, no brother. Rabbits. But much the same to ensnare.” The god tilted his head as he poured from the kettle, throwing Steve a wink. “See, Rogers?” he smirked. “I am not completely useless.”
Thor’s arm stretched above your head, pressing his hand against the frame. “It took you four hours to capture five hodorekorn?” He chuckled wrly. “Rusty indeed, brother.” “Rabbits.” Loki corrected, stirring his tea.
Steve swallowed, eyeing the bundle. “What are we supposed to do with ‘em?” he said, regretting the words as soon as they were spoken. “Skin them, and cook them of course!” Thor’s boom filled the tiny kitchen.
Steve gagged.
You couldn’t stop the smile that spread. Loki’s eyes met yours, giving the smallest nod. “Yeah, we can do that” you said, “good thinking Thor. Steve? How about you take the first one? Dealer’s choice.”
Steve clapped a hand to his mouth, pushing Thor into you in a hasty sprint to the bathroom. Dry wretches followed as the three remaining Avengers descended into laughter.
Tears streamed down Thor’s face while you doubled over, clinging to his forearm. Even Loki’s demure overtures of mirth rumbled across the linoleum, although you were certain that it was the sight of you and his brother that was the cause rather than the captain’s overdramatic heaves. Just like the old days, you thought with a pang. Thor wiped his face, catching his breath while there was a pause in the theatrics from the bathroom. For a moment, silence. And then... ‘Heuuuuuurgh-’
You and Thor looked at each other with simultaneous disbelief, the following whoop of laughter utterly uncontrollable. Loki took a sip of tea before placing it down, walking silently to the table. He tilted the chin of a rabbit towards him, frowning.
“We really should skin these brother,” he said sharply, “they will lose succulence otherwise.” You looked up through misty eyes, the release making you forget everything else. Loki had bristled, his mood altered somehow. Thor caught his breath beside you, panting heavily. “I- I can show you how,” you gasped as you wiped a trail from your eyes. Loki waved a dismissive hand. “No need. My brother and I are not quite as incapable as Rogers would have you believe.” Thor’s brow furrowed, shaking his head lightly in your direction. Don’t mind him, it said. “Outside or inside?” you asked, reaching for your jacket on the hall hook. It was still wet. “Outside,” Loki said with finality. His eyes flew to your hand, resting on the anorak. “Your presence is not required, Agent. My brother and I are perfectly capable, as I said.” He shot a piercing glance to Thor. The blonde swallowed.
“Uhhh...yes. Indeed, yes – brother, lead the way.” Loki breezed between you, stooping gently at the door-frame as a slick waxed Barbour unfurled over his lithe body. It hung to his thighs, the taut curve of his muscled ass shifting. The ghost of his knuckles grazed your palm as he passed. Accidentally, you were sure.
Thor lingered by the coat-hooks, shoving an arm brutishly through the sleeve of a particularly beaten-looking yellow raincoat. The material creaked menacingly as he hoisted it up his biceps.
There’s no way that is zipping closing, you thought – half watching the outline of Loki pacing towards the small hut at the edge of the cottage boundary.
Thor threw a look over his shoulder, checking Loki was out of earshot. He tugged the sides of the raincoat down. The edges lined perfectly with his nipples. Rain fell vertically outside the open door, a gush from the awning gutter pooling around the doorstep.
“He probably wishes to recount his version of what happened last night,” Thor said in hushed tones. Hushed for him, anyway. “What do you-” Thor waved a hand, eyes closed to your protestation. “Sister, please – the neighbours over yonder valley likely heard the commotion my brother’s intransigence provoked. Rogers and I heard everything.” The strap of your backpack hanging on the rack suddenly became very interesting.
“I’m not your sister, not anymore. Never was – technically” you heard yourself say, avoiding his inquiring eyes.
Pursing your lips, you scratched a nail down the strap’s weave. Thor squeaked as he shuffled closer, constrained arms wrapping around your shoulders with difficulty.
Breath heaved from your lungs as he pulled you tight. “You’ll always be my sister, sister” he smiled, resting his chin on your hair.
“If these last decades taught me anything, it is that blood relation is the least important quality.” He placed a kiss on top of your head. “Now, I must depart, and entertain my brother’s lukewarm justification for his boorishness.”
He turned, throwing a ridiculous pointed yellow hood up with a flourish.
“And skin some rabbits, of course” he projected loudly, throwing you a calculated wink. From behind the bathroom door, Steve wretched again.
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Loki flung the rabbits on the small bench squeezed in the corner of the hut. A ragged door hung from its hinges. If he wasn’t sure it would disintegrate, he would have slammed it. He didn’t know what to think.
Growth, he surmised, was becoming more trouble than it was worth.
He pushed his hair back from his face, the wet slick that met his hand more familiar now than he would like.
“That was rude, Loki” Thor rumbled, shaking himself like a dog in the doorway. “Hardly,” Loki snapped, casting a disparaging look in the speaker’s direction. He felt a snarl curl at the corners of his mouth at the sight of his brother spilling from the tiny yellow raincoat. “And you look ridiculous.” Loki sat abruptly on the bench, turning his attention to the rabbits. He divided them out. Three for himself, two for Thor. His brother was slower. Always had been. “It was rude,” Thor repeated, squeezing himself to the bench on the other side of the sad bundle. Loki slid a small hunting knife over in silence. Hadn’t used them in years, he realised.
Not years, Loki thought. Centuries.
Perhaps more. The shuffle of fur coming skilfully away from muscle rustled the air.
“You’ll never win her back being like that, you know” Thor murmured, drawing the knife respectfully around the rabbit’s hindquarters. Loki scoffed in spite of himself.
“Who says I wish to win her back?” he huffed, laying the first completed rabbit on a clean cloth by his side. Despite stoic intent, he found himself looking up to meet his brother’s incredulous stare.
“What?” Loki said sharply.
Thor released a theatrical shrug, rabbit swinging. “Oh I don’t know brother-” he started, laden with sarcasm.
“Something about your perpetual hangdog expression, insufferable lovelorn mooning and thwarted midnight attempts at seduction led me to believe there could perhaps be something more at play.” He tapped the half-skinned rabbit against his temple. “Not just a helmet-hold, brother” he drawled.
“It was barely ten pm,” Loki muttered petulantly, busying his hands. They continued in silence, before Thor cleared his throat. “What did you wish to speak to me about, if not that?” “It was that, you cretin. But I wish not to discuss it anymore.” “Your feelings for her?” “They have never been in question, brother. You know that.” “Yes.” “Well.” Loki snapped with finality. “Well?” “Her feelings towards me. Her concerns, the ones that broke us...she was, right.” He faltered, grateful for the pause Thor held while he gathered his thoughts. “She told me I was hurting her, and I cared not. And I know not why. At the time, her protestations seemed unreasonable.”
The confession hung around his neck like a ceremonial amulet. Heavy, powerful. “And now?” his brother probed quietly, concentrating on his work.
“Who am I, Thor?” Loki whispered, peeling the fur back from the delicate soul in his hands before stopping. “Who am I if not who I have been for centuries? Millennia?”
“People change, Loki” Thor said quietly, reaching for his brother’s hand. Loki looked up, brows peaked softly.
“But brother, we are not ‘people’. Are we?” Thor was silent. Sympathy swam in the depths of his eyes, darkened by the gloom of the cabin. Rain hit the roof. Loki was glad of it, filling the empty silence. “I’m trying,” was all Loki could muster.
“I’ve noticed,” Thor replied cautiously. “As has she, I suspect. But the palace of Asgard was not built in a day.” “She kissed me,” Loki hummed quietly, staring at the bundle in his lap. “This morning.” “Ah,” his brother hummed mysteriously.
The blonde drew his hand away from where it sat atop Loki’s. He flipped the knife, inspecting the ornate handle. “Do you remember when father gave us these?” he said thoughtfully, a smile stretching across his face. Loki frowned, gazing at his own knife. “The summer with the-” “- Haugan sisters.” They both paused, sighing simultaneously at the wall. Thor shook his head, waving nostalgia from the air. “Father said that they symbolised our transition to maturity. Protection, sustenance, a connection to our roots Loki.” Loki closed his eyes, summoning the memory. The grass was long that endless summer, a log cabin with a stone chimney that dwarfed the exterior. A cabin that had no right to be where it was – and yet, “Loki?” He opened his eyes, meeting his brother’s. In that moment, they could have been three-hundred again.
The blonde god flipped the knife back to position. “Your problem, brother, is that you spend too much time worrying about what you think you should be, rather than what you are.” “And what am I, brother?” Loki bristled, laying his second rabbit down by the side.
“Someone who’s afraid to be loved” Thor said, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. He pulled the final tug of fur from his charge. “Ah-Ha!” he smiled, turning. “Thank you,” Loki said quietly, cradling the offering and placing it with the others.
“All she wants,” Thor murmured, his concentration fixed on the second rabbit in his lap, “is you. The real you. The one that I know. But maybe one who listens better. And not the mural version, or the lore from battle tales...” He paused, before a sly grin stretched his lips. “Well, perhaps sometimes...if you catch my drift.”
"What if he is not enough?" Loki whispered. He wasn't sure if Thor heard him.
His brother's face had become serious again. He was on a roll. “To feel that your lover sees himself as superior to you in every way? Takes any opportunity to remind one of that? To never try to adapt to a reasonable request? I can see how it can become tiresome.” He shook his head, frowning. “Mother would never have put up with that nonsense. Why should she?”
“Indeed,” Loki muttered softly. He placed his third rabbit to the side as a sigh rattled his chest. His brother was making far too much sense for his liking these days. “Fear not, brother” Thor rumbled as he leant over, a conspiratorial glint in his eye. “I have a cunning plan. A kiss this morning is most welcome news.” “It was a strange situation. She knew not what she did- it would not have ended well, it-”
Loki’s eyes widened in horror, realisation blossoming. “A cunning what-?” There was a knock on the hut door.
Suddenly, Loki realised that the rain had stopped. Your face popped around the corner. Loki straightened, wiping his hands on his Barbour.
“Steve and I are driving into town” you said, casting glances between the gods sitting hunched on the rotten bench. “Want to come?” Thor propped his fists beneath his chin, smiling obscenely. “Oh, please, brother!?” Loki thought about rolling his eyes, before stopping himself. He pursed his lips instead. “Certainly. Although I am surprised considering-” “We’ll be ‘undercover’, obviously” you cut with air-quotes, glancing backwards. “Apparently Steve needs something from the shops. He seems a bit flustered. The nearest one is pretty small but…” Your head disappeared again, only delicate fingers remaining curled around the door’s ragged edge. He had the sudden urge to protect them from rogue splinters. Loki frowned, noting an impish smile had worryingly taken up residence on his brother's face. “-Yes, I’ll...yes I’ll tell them.” Loki and Thor looked to each other warily, before you appeared again. “Steve says wash your hands,” you said, raising your eyebrows. “And lose the yellow slicker” you nodded to Thor.
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From the assortment of abandoned jackets hanging bushel-like in the hallway, they had managed to find one for Thor that wasn’t quite as conspicuous. The 3XL puffer jacket spread around him like a navy cloud.
Steve turned abruptly, eyeing Thor and Loki in the back of the Fiat. A hiss squeezed from the puffer every time Thor fidgeted. “Where am I supposed to put my legs?” Loki muttered scathingly. “This thing has gotten smaller since the drive here.” Steve’s eyes narrowed. “Speaking of magic-” he said, taking his time. “It seems that some of my personal items have gone missing.” Loki glanced at his brother, brows peaked as Steve continued. Thor’s gaze wandered out the window, following a passing bird. “We need to pick up some supplies, like bacon – that’s the cover with her,” he thumbed backwards, “since someone ate the whole week's ration.” Steve’s judgemental gaze swung towards a distracted Thor.
“But on the sly, keep your peepers open for some…” he cast a wary glance out the front windscreen, seeing you locking up the cottage. “-Unmentionables.” “Condoms?” Loki quipped factitiously. Steve flushed. “No, Laufeyson” he hissed, tone frantic as you crunched towards the car. “Rogers underwear has mysteriously vanished, brother” Thor chuckled. “One minute they were lined up in the suitcase, all thirty-six pairs. The next-” he made a whooshing gesture. “Thirty-six?” Loki mouthed incredulously. “Christ, Rogers. Did you intend on soiling yourself thrice daily?” The god twisted towards his smirking brother. “What did you do to them?” “Me? Tis not I who suspicion has fallen on, brother” Thor gasped, pressing his fingers innocently to his chest. Loki rolled his eyes, and this time – he meant it. “Well it wasn’t me.” Loki huffed, folding his arms as Steve’s stare pinballed between them. “I have better things to do. And besides, what fetid joy would I gain from such a waste of-”
You pulled the car handle with a jerk, noting all three men inside bristle and straighten in a way that could be considered nothing short of suspicious.
“Everything okay?” you murmured, settling into the driver’s seat. They nodded in silence.
Thor’s jacket hissed.
“That better not be a parp, Odinson” Steve muttered, followed by the low buzz of a lowering window. You adjusted the mirror, meeting Loki’s eyes and quickly looking away. “Okay,” you sighed to yourself. “Let’s do this.”
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The comforting Tesco Express sign glowed in mid-afternoon gloom.
It was barely three, and yet it may as well be sundown. Clouds still smothered the sky, hanging low and ominous over the town’s uneven rooftops. You pulled into a parking spot outside, thanking the powers that be it was quiet. Steve cleared his throat, digging into the breast of his raincoat. He produced four mismatched caps, jamming one low on his brow before handing out the rest. “I don’t think I need to remind you to exercise caution. Don’t be suspicious. Don’t draw attention to yourself, and if anyone asks – we’re just four pals from out of town here for some good ol’ fashioned cottaging.” You wrinkled your nose. “That doesn’t mean what you-” “May we begin this expedition so that it might end sooner?” Loki drawled. With no warning, Thor farted.
The captain’s eyes widened. “Get out...get out!” he gagged. It was the fastest evacuation of a hatchback you had ever witnessed. Thor was last, his cheeks pink. “All the bacon,” he explained sheepishly while pushing the seat forward. You took Thor’s arm, letting the puff of his jacket warm your chilled fingers. While the god’s wide eyes inspected the snack chiller inside the door, you saw a non-nonchalant Loki meander straight to the checkout followed by a jumpy Steve.
The captain hung back, picking up a packet of gingerbread men and inspecting it over a pair of sunglasses.
Loki drummed his fingers on the counter, smiling wryly as a member of staff appeared from the back. “Hi, with you in one second-” they said, holding up a finger before disappearing again. Loki murmured pleasantries, adjusting the cap holding the stuff of his hair. “What are you doing?!” Steve hissed. Loki caught a musty waft of his own waxed jacket as he turned, shooting Rogers a perishing glare.
“You’re the one that has us looking as though we intend to rob the place. Hush,” Loki hissed back. Steve snapped back to the nutritional information as the Tesco worker re-surfaced. “Sorry about that,” they said.
Loki released a dazzling forced smile. “Do you happen to have any mens undergarments in this” he raised his palms, searching for an accurate descriptor, “place?” The man on the other side of the counter frowned. “Like, underwear? No...you’d need to go to one of the bigger stores for that kind of thing.” Loki stared at him. “There’s one in Millom?” the man added nervously, making the sides of Loki’s eyes crinkle before his features softened. “I see,” he purred, tilting his head. “How unfortunate.” “Anything else I can help with?” the mortal asked. Loki sighed thoughtfully, rocking on his heels.
“One package of,” he squinted at the shelf behind the counter. “Durex Extra Safe, if you would.” The heat from Steve’s cheeks radiated the short distance from the bakery display. There was the squeak of a shoe, the telling crack of biscuit as the captain’s sensibilities floundered. Behind the counter, the man turned without a second thought, reaching up before glancing back. “Pack of three or pack of twelve?” he asked.
Loki smirked. “Pack of three or pack of twelve, darling?” he crooned to Steve, whose face had flushed an alarming shade of beetroot. He turned back to face the cashier. “Pack of twelve.” Loki winked.
You couldn’t hear what what transpiring at the check-out, but the shade of Steve’s skin gave the distinct impression it wasn’t on script. The oblivious shop worker reached up, bringing down a box and handing it to Loki who parted with a crisp twenty pound note. Where did he get cash, you thought; before realising what the box was. Are those...
“Agent, look-” Thor exclaimed beside you as he held out an oblong package. “Party Rings,” he said smugly, “If ever there was a snack made for I, tis this – surely.” You muttered a quick uh-huh, stalking down the aisle to where blustery Steve was busying himself picking up a random assortment of foodstuffs piled high in his arms. “Steve?” you said warily as you removed three packets of bacon and a tub of yoghurt. It revealed his face, still flushed and sweaty.
“Laufeyson bought...prophylactics,” Steve rasped as his eyes darted around the empty aisle.
“I saw,” you responded sympathetically while the captain shook his head. “In broad daylight too” he added, narrowing his eyes over your shoulder.
The increasingly erotic scent of waxed Barbour jacket filled your nostrils. “Got everything?” your ex quipped. Steve’s lips flapped, forming words that didn’t come. He released a goose-like hiss instead. You quickly unloaded the rest of the groceries from his hands, spilling them into Thor’s basket just as he parked himself beside you. “What’s happening?” Thor said. Crumbs from a ravaged pack of Party Rings clung to his beard. Loki continued, unperturbed.
“I’m sorry they didn’t have your unmentionables, Rogers. But nevermind – not a totally wasted trip.” He tossed the box of condoms to Steve who caught them out of instinct. “Oh, Extra Safe – excellent choice,” Thor rumbled far too loudly. “And a necessity, for my brother and I – nothing else seems to hold the force of our seed without making quite the mess-” he cast a knowing glance to you. “She knows,” he winked. Steve looked between the gods, aghast. Thor produced a chicken drumstick from his pocket, taking a casual bite. “Are you the same, Rogers?” he said, chewing thoughtfully. “I imagine you must be with all that super-whatjit-serum business.” There was silence. “Oh, right” Thor laughed awkwardly. “Well, you never know...this trip might be the one.” He slapped Steve on the back, chortling.
“Stop calling me Rogers…” Rogers whispered. He looked like he was in shock, staring at the pack of twelve condoms in his hands. “Someone might…” Steve’s face paled as catastrophic images fell into place inside his head. A picture of him on the homepage of every gossip site there was, holding a box of French Letters in Tesco Express like a pervert. He stuffed them in his pocket.
“Let’s pay for this stuff and go.” he said firmly.
“Excuse me?” a voice creaked from further up the aisle. The four of you broke your huddle, battle-stances activated.
An old man shuffled closer, the tap of his walking stick echoing on the polished floor. “What should we do, Agent?” Thor muttered out the corner of his mouth. Your face softened, looking the geriatric up and down. “He’s clean, just an old dude,” you said. Steve tutted beside you. “Could be a disguise.” “A disguise?!” you hissed. “Excuse me, are you-” the old man started, before stopping in a haze of coughing. You began to step towards him, but Steve’s arm flew out to stop you. Four sets of eyes watched the man pick up pace, rubber end of his cane tap tap tapping on the floor as his crinkled gaze widened. It swept between the tall figures before him. Recognition. “Code Amber. Breach. Do something normal,” Steve whispered in panic. Without missing a beat, Thor lifted a sandwich carton from the basket and held in front of his face.
You turned, colliding with Loki’s chest. “Follow my lead,” he growled as he yanked you around the end of the aisle.
Before you could protest, he had you caged against a row of toilet paper. Matt plastic packaging cushioned the back of your head while Loki’s forearm pressed against the face of a sweet looking puppy. “This is normal... isn’t it?” Loki breathed, eyes flickering nervously from your shocked expression to where Steve was checking the expiry date on milk.
You stared up at him, fighting the urge to inhale deeply against the hollow of his neck with all your strength. Pine and smoked cedarwood and that fucking wax jacket. Loki's throat bobbed, working anxiously as the elderly gentleman bypassed the strange man holding a sandwich in front of his eyes. He was gaining on Steve. He's actually worried, you realised. “Move, Rogers” Loki grit, frowning as the intruder finally tapped an undercover captain on the shoulder. The god's eyes widened earnestly. It made you want to sink onto your knees.
The bow of Loki’s jawline was strained, veins tight and pulsing like they did when he was about to cum down your throat; his eyes pleading and needy, mouth open and- You swallowed. Letting your fingers clasp around the rough material of his open jacket, you tugged it gently. “It’s just an old man,” you whispered. Loki tilted his head, seemingly just realising the position he had manoeuvred you into. A gulp made his throat stiffen, then relax.
“Two old men,” he hummed, mirth warming his eyes. You smiled, and so did he.
Loki shuffled closer, his breath mingling with yours. He glanced towards the scene unfolding one aisle over, wetted lips hovering dangerously close to your own.
“Update,” he purred playfully, “the decrepit man has asked Rogers to get something from a high shelf. He has obliged.”
You pursed your lips with an approving nod, hoping Loki couldn’t smell the adrenaline seeping through your pores. “And my brother is still the village madman.”
A giggle escaped you, before the pad of Loki’s index finger smothered it gently. He leant close, your foreheads touching conspiratorially as silent laughter made his chest shake. His mouth creased in a soft smile, rolling the bottom lip beneath the top. “Shhh, you’ll get us in trouble,” he murmured in a way that made your soul leave your body. You wondered if he was hardening beneath his trousers right now. He would have, before. Maybe – if last night was anything to go by. But your awkward kiss this morning flashed back with frightening clarity, the hard look in his eyes as he said the only word that ever seemed to matter. Go. Don't be an idiot, you thought bitterly. Your hands slipped from their rest on his jacket, catching briefly on his belt. Loki watched them fall.
“Me in trouble,” he corrected, face stiffening. You stared at each other for what felt like an eternity before Thor’s face peered around the corner, a half eaten ploughman’s sandwich in his grasp. “Time to leave before Rogers goes into cardiac arrest,” he chuckled, nudging his head towards Steve loitering jerkily by the door.
“Can you pay for these?” Thor said, holding out the basket. Empty packets lay nestled amongst the survivors. “You’re the least famous.” You rolled your eyes, nodding up towards Loki. “That sounds like something he would say,” you quipped without thinking. Loki’s brow furrowed. He let the protective arm resting above your head fall without a second glance, striding the long way around towards the exit. Thor took another bite of sandwich. He shrugged, before following his brother. But he didn’t, you thought with a stab of guilt as the three of them disappeared into the street.
The glow of the Fiat’s lock lights flashed. He didn’t.
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therese-lokidottir · 6 months
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I am really great full that mcu not make fun marc Spector DID and his suicidal thought. I meant mcu keep messing up character trauma and mental ill. Like loki suicidal thought, Wanda trauma and thor trauma and many trauma in mcu. I know sometimes they 'laughing ' they trauma and metal ill to make pains be less but make fun trauma is just wrong.
Can you really imagine that the narrative in moon Knight series make fun marc DID and mocked it specially from his love interest/his wife? It will be so cruel
Luckily that the showrunner not did that, yeah there's some characters thinking marc faking it but they reason justify because DID is something rare so one really know about DID and the situation was not really good either. I really thankful for the showrunner to care about the characters rather shoving cruel joke and 'Bada$$ women'.
I hope if moon Knight have season 2 or appear in big cinema it will be more good or good as season 1. But knowing mcu I no have big hope
I really enjoyed how Moon Knight respectfully showed Marc's grief and never looked down on his mental health.
Overall I think Moon Knight was really at avoiding most of the MCU's worst pitfalls. It doesn't feel bloated or like it's just advertising the next film or tv series. It never derails its plot or serious moments with snark or bad humor. And Layla just feels like a real character and never once feels like, look look we made a girl character, she's the coolest girlboss ever and she can do anything and is gurl.
I really liked Moon Knight, and I feel sad when I see reviews and articles dunking on it and saying Moon Knight is part of the decline of Super hero media and is too much of a C-rated character too work when to me when I see it as honestly one of the most enjoyable things phase four
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omgpurplefattie · 5 months
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Twenty Questions for Fic Writers
@nutcasewithaknife tagged me!
1. How many works do you have on AO3?
49
2. What's your total AO3 word count?
320,560 -- they do pile up
What fandoms do you write for?
Started out with Star Trek TOS in the 1990s, now fully in several c-drama fandoms which I all throw in together in a modern AU.
What are your top 5 fics by kudos?
All English -- short funny Loki/Darcy fic I wrote for another Milliways player during the original MCU craze. Loki is robbed of his magic and a) stays blue b) can't understand a word c) hides in the lab.
Am I The Asshole For...? -- Jin Guangyao describes the 3zun dynamic in an AITA formatted ask piece. Modern AU or not, depending on how you look at it.
Blue Monsters -- sequel to 'All English'. Loki hates the movie 'Avatar'.
A Matter of Priorities -- the original fic in my expanding City AU for several C-dramas. After years of being friends with benefits with Ye Baiyi, Rong Changqing gets his shit together.
Merely a Cat -- Jin Guangyao is reincarnated as Lan Xichen's cat. 5 + 1 things, canonverse.
Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?
Always! I feel so flattered.
What is a fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?
Never Held Him -- Ye Baiyi reminisces about the death of Rong Changqing. Canonverse, hard interpretation.
What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?
A Polycule With Many Pointy Corners -- because at the end, Shulin is alive, Peizhi still loves him, and he gets to keep the baby. Part of my City AU.
Do you get hate on fics?
I did -- on both the AITA fic and 'Merely a Cat'. That was the time of the Xiyao Troll, who was so nasty and persistent they actually put some people off writing for the fandom altogether. I got the troll on the AITA fic, then realised it was a Known Problem, and then wrote the Jiggy!cat fic to pull aggro and take part in a fic exchange the fandom organised in order to drive the troll to distraction. I wrote Eternal Sunshine of a Drunken Lan for that exchange, and received a lovely, lovely visual take on my 3zun AITA concept.
Do you write smut? If so, what kind?
Yes! I am going light on it in "Detoxify" so far, but sometimes, the plot needs it. Also, I tend to think that the characters deserve to bone. I very much thought that Ye Baiyi deserves to get all the sex from Rong Changqing, which is why "A Matter of Priorities" is very E-rated even though the sex as such is not the point.
Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've written?
Yes, totally. The City AU, with lots of C-Drama characters all in the same modern AU and involved in each other's lives, is my main series now with more than 120K words.
Have you ever had a fic stolen?
Not as far as I know
Have you ever had a fic translated?
Nope
What's your all-time favorite ship?
Always my current blorbos!
What's a wip you want to finish, but doubt you ever will?
The World of the Morning After -- Ye Baiyi is isekai'd into a world where everything went well, he is with Rong Changqing, and they're both immortal. He immediately decides that it's too good to be truth and he won't have anything of it in order not to get hurt even worse. I posted two chapters, mostly wrote the third, and ran out of steam. Luckily, I have a complete and detailed outline in which I re-shuffle the entire plot of SHL/TYK to hinge on Ye Baiyi's happy ending. Spoiler: he's there to make sure WenZhou get together in that branch of reality, too.
What are your writing strengths?
Nasty surprises.
What are your writing weaknesses?
Consistency; I tend to go off on tangents.
Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?
I write everything in another language; English isn't my first language. That said, the special turn of phrase of saying "Our/your A-Fei/HuaHua/Xiaobao" that gets the trio by the feels every time somebody uses it in "Detoxify" makes a lot more sense in Chinese.
First fandom you wrote for?
Star Trek
Favorite fic you've written?
Not choosing!
Tagging @eleanorfenyxwrites @atthelamppost @dangerouscommiesubversive (no pressure)
If you're a fic writer, feel free to give it a go even if you're not tagged!!
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laufeyamp · 2 years
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President Loki SFW Alphabet
HEADCANON SERIES.  ೄྀ࿐ ˊˎ- SFW Alphabet, Part 1, Part 2
PAIRING. president!loki x gender neutral reader WORD COUNT. 4.318k TEMPLATE BELONGS TO caitlinpotter & slightly ib spilledkauffie TAGLIST. @queen-of-elves​
THIS WORK CONTAINS fluff, mentions of sex
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A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)
The self-absorbed and arrogant presidential nominee is just as affectionate and touch starved as every other Loki variant in existence. He may resist his urges to pull you close to him at the first couple of weeks, but after confronting his newly experienced emotions with you and having your consent, he wouldn’t hesitate to share physical intimacy with you at any given opportunity, especially in front of his subjects and variant L1130.  He would have you on his lap during meals, kissing the back of your hand or your features briefly, spontaneous hugs from behind, holding your hand when you’re seated across the table, etc. Literally any form of physical contact would satisfy his neediness.
B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)
Horrible. He’s a walking red flag but that’s okay because red is my favourite colour and he would definitely backstab you at some point. It’s just in his nature and a very toxic trait of his, that’s literally why he doesn’t have any friends except Mobius.  He has a soft spot for that TVA agent and it’s actually understandable as Mobius knows Loki better than you do, truth be told. President Loki actually wants to befriend him but oh well, he got pruned with his unacceptable attitude and behaviour shortly. The president got wildly enthusiastic and inquisitive when you told him about Mobius getting pruned prior to variant L1130 and he wanted to send his army to kidnap him all because he wanted to have a small reunion with him.
C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)
President Loki absolutely loves cuddles but he barely ever initiates them with his huge ego. It totally depends on the circumstances, the level of necessity and how desperate he is for that physical contact. For the first few weeks, he’d even act like he despises them so much that he’d warn you to not cross the boundary he had set with a bolster, dividing the bed into two equal areas like a child. And guess what, he ends up having his limbs entangled with yours anyways and gets teased for it. Positions don’t really matter to him as long as he gets to be in your arms, but his tops would always be spooning and the honeymoon hug. He really likes being the little spoon which he never admits.
D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)
For someone who craves attention and adoration from the public, President Loki has never really given thought to settle down, so expect him to take you on the craziest adventures on seeking that sort of life and authority he wishes to share with you. He isn’t exactly unfamiliar with cooking but not an expert either, he knows how to make snacks for his teatime and supper due to lesser pampering compared to Thor which led him to pick up numerous survival skills. He’s absolutely terrible at housework though, normally he’d have the maidens or his subjects do them instead since he breaks everything in sight and gets super frustrated with cleaning devices invented on Midgard. Regardless, he would never ask you to do them.
E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)
In all honesty, I don’t think there’s any possibility of this occurring as your profound bond only strengthens with every minute spent. Trust me when I say that this has never once crossed his mind, not when he finally has this wave of serotonin surging through him whenever he’s with you and has someone solely meant for him after a millennium or more of being alone. The only thing tearing you apart would be death since you’re not immortal. It’s one of the reasons why his rationality attempts to stop him from getting emotionally attached which obviously failed miserably. He knew it’d break his heart to watch you age as each year passes, until the day you’ll depart this life and leave permanently. Nevertheless, he wants you so desperately that he’s willing to pay the price of love that tragically follows ─ grief.
F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)
As a candidate of a presidential election who thirsts for subjugation and is engaged in efforts intended to increase his voter turnout, he’s never really considered marriage, children and blablabla. It’s always remained the same even after he got pruned, where his main focus switched to seizing control of Kid Loki’s throne, claiming rule over the Void instead. Fairly familiar with his personality and mindset, you’ve never rushed him or brought up a serious discussion about further commitment. Things started changing ever since he overheard one of the nosy neighbours questioning you about it, witnessing how you shrugged off awkwardly in response. It reminded him of your short-lived lifetime as a mortal which dismayed him a bit and had him wondering if he’s supposed to take further action. 
G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)
President Loki is capable of being tender despite his kinks and fetishes in bed, in addition to his callousness towards his subjects. He wouldn’t want to wound his fragile little doll by accident and hence, he never manhandles you without your consent. After going through so much for the past thousand years, he’s pretty tough emotionally. There were times when he’d reach his breaking point which he refuses to reveal to anyone. And you wouldn’t question a word about it, but just offer him your company and hold him in silence instead. 
H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)
He really loves hugs and he could never go off a day without having his arms wrapped around you. It’s a little coping mechanism of his truthfully, now that you’re his home. He never admits how comforting it is with the warmth radiating off of you and how secure your arms make him feel though, not that his pride would ever allow him to. He’s quite initiative with hugs which eventually becomes something you’d tease him about whenever he pulls you into his arms, praising how embraceable and warm you feel against his cold frame. But of course, you still knew when to stay silent and just let him hold you for as long as he desires, assuming that he probably needs it more than anything at the moment.
I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)
It took him months to acknowledge that this particular emotion freshly experienced by him is called ‘love’ and it took all of him to enunciate the phrase itself he’s never once used. From that moment onwards, he’d always use it to assure you of how his devotion towards you is undying and how much you mean to him. He wouldn’t really make his “I love you” fast unless it’s in an exceptional situation like having his breath ragged. And as the sweet partner he is, he'd even make his “I love you” come off really poetic sometimes!
J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)
Perhaps it’s because of his past traumas and lack of familial love which resulted in him being immensely insecure, he gets very jealous as soon as he sees anyone flirtatious approaching you, especially variants of his own. No creature in the Void had the nerves to harm or fancy you for the excruciating consequences and agonizing torment which awaited. The last time you tried to provoke him by getting unnecessarily close with variant L1130 (which succeeded), he straight up told him that the both of you fucked although you weren’t in a proper relationship yet. He literally did everything in his power to address you as his.  During your stay on Midgard, he certainly didn’t fail to catch a glimpse of the mortals’ lustful gazes roaming across your body. President Loki would get physically intimate with you, keeping his palm on your body. He actually wouldn’t even mind taking you right there and then if you allowed him to. He may or may not have murdered a couple of them who ignored his grimace and refused to back off even under his menacing glare, truth be told.
K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)
Full of passion, whether it’s a rough kiss, quick peck or an amorous one. There’s something about the way his lips brush against yours rhythmically, the unique form of energy passing through that connection. It doesn’t just remind you of how much he adores and yearns for you, but also how every inch of you rightfully belongs to him and all that you’re worth.  I think President Loki is the type of guy who loves kissing your thighs, hands and lips. He also genuinely loves kissing body parts and physical flaws you’re constantly insecure with, it’s sort of an act of reassurance of his. Being utterly aware of how impactful these littlest insecurities could be, he wishes to show you how divine you are to his eyes.  Meanwhile, he loves receiving jaw and neck kisses. He never knew how much he enjoyed them until you were seated on his lap whilst he was analyzing items collected across the Void, kissing and licking his jaw and neck, practically begging for his attention. Apart from that, he finds forehead kisses from you extremely reassuring, especially when you’re cuddling and he’s the little spoon.
L = Little ones (How are they around children?)
Depends on whom do the children belong to. The mischievous prankster definitely pulls harmless tricks on the neighbours’ kids as his little revenge for ruining the tranquil dates at home with all of the intolerable screaming and wailing. So expect Halloweens to be a total disaster. It’s actually undeniably embarrassing as you end up receiving complaints the next morning, referring to Loki’s behaviour as immensely immature and foolish. You’d nag him a bit about it, but it’s who he is and what makes him the God of Mischief, ya’ know? On the other hand, if they were children of his own, he’d absolutely spoil them with equal love. He may not be a virtuous man but years of receiving lacked fatherly love surely enlightened him on how to nurture a child appropriately. And apparently, he’s incredibly great with children when he chooses to be with his amusing tricks and stories. You discovered it when the both of you were asked to look after one of the neighbour’s five-year-old daughter whom he surprisingly favours (you assumed it was because of how quiet and polite she is).
M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)
Back in the days stranded on the Void, you’d still get to sleep in, nuzzle against his bare chest as he refuses to let you go. However, life after the escape was completely different, especially since he held a government office eventually. President Loki’s work hours are quite irregular from all of the meetings and his only day off is on Sunday when the both of you finally get to relish mornings with one another. It’s not exactly pleasant with the neighbours’ children’s insufferable squeals and stomping up and down the stairs, but it was great. Notwithstanding his persistent attempts of persuading you to stay in bed and have the rest you required, you’d creep your way out of his arms to prepare him breakfast afore he sets off to work. Ordinarily, he’d be ready and well dressed, rushing down the stairs with his lounge coat and silk tie hanging across his shoulders. Breakfast would be nearly ready and he’d greet you with a kiss on your cheek, a hug from behind or both. There were a couple of occasions when he would oversleep on purpose and consequently you’ll have to go wake him up. Instead of panicking about being late, he’d groan and pull you into his arms, taking another day off.
N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)
Pillow talks are a must. Being the commander of an army in a space known to be the end of time and later on, portraying the role of someone important involved in a political campaign, the amount of time President Loki was able to spend with you was extremely limited with his hectic schedule. He couldn’t help but constantly feel guilty about it, viewing his efforts in making up to it as wholly inadequate despite your reassurances. It could be a conversation up to hours about anything in the world, added up with lots of chuckles, pampering, kisses and cuddles (shingles position/sweetheart’s cradle position/’pillow talk’ position). He’d even touch your cheek or rest his palm on your hip spontaneously which is super adorable. This is what makes him look forward to night times to be honest, literally the best way to end his exhausting days.
O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)
It took him a year or more to open up to you as he fears that you might not be the one he considers you to be, agitated if you’d really accept the true him filled with flaws. There were so many missed opportunities when he wanted and could have just spilled it all at once, but he didn’t. He either didn’t know where to start or the words would just get stuck in his throat and you gave him all the time he needed, reassuring him that he doesn’t have to talk about it. President Loki’s true heritage as a Frost Giant and all the childhood traumas wasn’t exactly a secret after coming across with countless versions of him. In fact, you’ve seen his true form from a different Loki variant and he looks hot not gonna lie, you’ve just never told him that. He was very insecure about how he appeared to be the first time he showed you his Jotun form, instantly regretting his choice despite trying to conceal his anxiousness. Meanwhile, you were trying so hard to not get lost in his crimson eyes or fall even harder for him if that’s even possible. And he tells you everything that night.
P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)
Very, I feel like he’s that type of boyfriend who goes “I hate everyone but you”. So when it comes to you, he’s extra patient and tries to control his temper instead of just brushing you off like how he does to everyone else. And even if President Loki’s patience is wearing thin, he would never lash out or raise his voice at you. He’d just stay silent and go have some fresh air or take a drag at the balcony to calm himself down and think straightly.
Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)
Look, he may be forgetful with his tasks from time to time, but he remembers as long as it’s something related to you because you’re important. He takes notes on everything you’ve said, notices the littlest habits you might not even know you have and remembers them. It's quite surprising as you’ve never really expected him to remember this much, knowing that he has his responsibilities and a lot on his plate.
R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)
Every second spent with you has always been delightful as it reveals these new parts of him he never knew existed, leading him to contemplate his future plans and arrangements involving a spouse. It leaves him inspiring with awe of how someone could make him feel so many positive emotions, replacing his endless pit of worthlessness and emptiness.  The night you both confronted your true feelings towards each other was the best night he’s ever had. It’s the first time he felt like he wasn’t alone anymore, that he deserves love and peace, someone he could call his in his life too. Most importantly, he felt wanted and worthy of someone, unlike the past thousand years he’s spent feeling like he’s never gonna be good enough for the people he loves.
S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)
100% protective towards you. It’s hard not to be constantly worried about your safety with his enemies across the Void, Alioth consuming everything in sight and his protestors on Midgard. And being kidnapped and held hostage by his enemies didn’t help put him at ease. Back in the Void, he made you promise him to always ask for his permission before leaving the base and to return within five hours or else he’ll take it as a sign that you’re in danger. He’d send one or two of his subjects to be alongside you too, just in case anything happens. After moving into your new home on Midgard, he takes safety measures such as installing an alarm system, security cameras and even casting spells to shield the house from all sorts of destruction. He may seem overprotective at most times, but that’s simply because he loves you dearly and he’s literally willing to die for you. In reverse, he doesn’t really like being protected, truth be told. He wishes to be the roof sheltering you as he feels like it’s his responsibility to keep you safe and sound.
T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries and gifts?)
It could be your usual weekend date, an anniversary celebration, a special day meant for lovers, literally anything as long as it’s an appointment with you, he would pour plenty of effort into it. He would take you to fancy restaurants for the most romantic meal and lavish you with overpriced gifts and costly pieces of jewelry. Not that you were unappreciative but it really is unnecessary albeit it came with great intention in which he only wanted to impress you and give you the best there is to offer. He loves you a lot, but he seems to always forget that you love him just as much and you’re way past materials. He’d take you on simple dates too, where the both of you could have some peace together, free from all sorts of disturbances. If this was the case, he’d probably take you on a visit to the national library, have a little stroll through the art museum, a short vacation at the beach when it’s not as crowded, stargazing in parks, etc. It’s a really long list especially since you’re his first love and he can’t wait to do everything with you!
U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)
Hear me out, I personally headcanon that President Loki smokes. He picked up this really bad habit in the course of his stay on Midgard during the presidential election but stopped for a time being after he was pruned. Well, he doubt if there were any cigarettes over the Void as survival supplies were scarce. You learnt about his addiction after the both of you made your escape from the Void to Midgard. It was just the second week since you’ve moved into the new luxurious terrace house the both of you had rented when you noticed the cigarette smell engulfing him just as he returned from work; how dissimilar his lips tasted against yours; the pack of cigarettes and lighter laid on the coffee table in the living room. He’s not obsessive to the point where he’d have an excessive amount of it a day, he only takes a drag to relieve stress. Though, he avoids smoking around you as secondhand smoke is dangerous to your health if inhaled, doesn’t matter if you’re a smoker or not.
V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)
It’s actually quite evident that President Loki tries to keep his very-sexy-president image all the time, you could literally tell from how neatly and stylishly dressed he is among the rest of his variants. Sure there were some small tatters here and there which is understandable with the dreadful conditions in the Void, but he looked fairly delectable nonetheless and his charisma made up most of it. Like I mentioned, he’d even wear his headpiece to sleep and remain his perfect look with his magic..  But his concern diminishes as time passes and little does he knows that you find him just as alluring with his tousled locks, his raspy morning voice, not to mention the possible scars left on account of the rough times spent in the Void and past conflicts encountered.
W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)
Now that he’s found someone this significant and worthwhile to him, yes. It wasn’t really noticeable at first since the both of you were inseparable in the Void (his protective ass would never let you leave him for more than five hours anyway) until he had to leave New York City for a week due to job purposes. The business trip was unexpectedly tormenting with his mind dwelling on moments you shared and his eyes glued on your pictures saved in his electronic device. It felt like a piece of him was missing and he missed you terribly that his chest would physically ache at the slightest thought of you. He’d wonder what you were doing at the moment, if you’ve had your meals or hydrated and most importantly if you missed him too. It takes him everything to resist his urge to teleport himself back home immediately and just be in your arms once again. Furthermore, I feel like he would absolutely video call and text you 24/7, expect lots of random selfies from him too!
X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)
President Loki is a huge fan of pizza (yes im only saying this because im obsessed with pizzas and idrk who isn’t, sorry to non-pizza lovers reading this), he’d call it the best invention in history of Midgardian food he’s ever devoured. Frankly, he didn’t really like it at first since his first time having pizza with his fellow assistant before he got pruned was absolutely horrible and it left him a really bad first impression on it. Nevertheless, seeing that you wanted to have one as your first proper meal after your escape, he followed without a word. The moment you learnt about his hatred towards this magnificent creation, you literally couldn’t stop complimenting on how scrumptious it is and he would knit his brows with his lips pursed in repellence. As soon as your pizza arrived, he had no choice but to give in and take a bite under your convincement. And surely, he instantly fell in love with it and you ended up ordering a pepperoni pizza for him.
Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like in general?)
A Thor fangirl and Loki cosplayers which are quite self-explanatory. That look of disgust plastered across his face whenever he encounters one of them is priceless. He wouldn’t hesitate to humiliate his brother by telling the Thor fangirls stories of when they were children or throw offensive insults regarding his brother. It’s actually pretty hilarious and you’d ask him to tell you more of those stories when you’re having your pillow talks. It’s true that President Loki loves his own fanbase who faithfully supports him, whether it’s because of his actions or looks. However, there’s one thing that he would never tolerate ─ cosplayers. Having to deal with multiple versions of himself was a complete nightmare and meeting mortals dressed up exactly like him, mimicking his tone and elegance inaccurately in public was the last thing he’d expect. He’d seen them over various social platforms under his hashtag and the majority of them were undeniably creative, but he just couldn’t stand it. He corrected a Loki cosplayer he came upon once and got into an argument with them, nearly getting arrested for it. And one more thing, he’s not fond of noise either which is why the neighbours’ children drive him up the wall.
Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habits of theirs?)
Asides from only being able to slumber when you do (unless if he’s worn out), President Loki isn’t one to snore loudly or drool but hogging the sheets late at night could be quite exasperating. Come to think of it, it’s a rather strange sleeping habit of his as his Jotun form should enable him to withstand low temperatures. There was this one morning when you woke up with a runny nose, unfortunately catching a cold since your lover had unconsciously stopped cuddling you and snatched the sheets, again. It was drizzling rain and chilly that night, worse luck. And even if he didn’t mention a word about it, you could tell that he felt guilty and he was certainly blaming himself for you falling ill. Of course, you’d wrapped your fingers around his hand and reassure him that it’s alright. He took a couple of days off to look after you and that was when he disclosed his hidden talent in making snacks that you savoured. Thenceforth, he promised to make you his secret snack recipes more frequently during his leisure. After fully recovering, he insisted to install a heater in your shared bedroom and make sure that he cuddles you tightly every night.
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