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lokisgoodgirl · 2 years

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Hidden Talents [Avenger!Loki x Fem.Reader]

A Link to my Masterlist is HERE Summary: Loki decides to liven up Scott's birthday party with some saucy entertainment. And a side order of seduction. Warnings: 18+ Minors DNI. Stripper! Loki. Extreme Loki thirst. Language. Smut references. General ridiculousness. (w/c 2.2k) A/N: Prompted by this discussion. Thirsty credit goes to @wheredafandomat and @mochie85 for introducing me to the obvious song choice available HERE (Unholy - Sam Smith)

“WHAT? I CAN’T HEAR YOU!” You flailed your hand to the side of your face, willing Loki to understand that your mortal ears were not up to the task.

What had possessed you to take up the invitation to one of Scott’s infamous birthday parties you would never know. It was past 2am, and somehow one drink to celebrate had turned into a heaving dance and strip club in the East District. “I said, I’d rather see you in that lingerie…” Loki purred, knowing there wasn’t a chance in hell you would hear him.

He sipped his drink, observing you with hooded eyes as you shrugged and swivelled on the barstool at the stage edge. You turned your gaze back to the gorgeous dancer widening her legs athletically above you as she clutched the thick steel pole. “SHE MAKES IT LOOK EASY” you yelled, as Loki winced. He made a quieter noise with his fingers, reminding you that his senses needed no extra push. You had to admit the god of mischief looked damn fine tonight. If you were honest, the fact he would be here was the only reason you came. Your eyes flickered to Scott and the rest of the gang doing shots at the bar, thanking your lucky stars for this rare stolen moment. Even if you couldn’t hear a damn thing he said. His dark hair was tied half up in a knot, the rest falling lavishly around his shoulders. As he downed the rest of his rum and coke, you allowed yourself to feel the shiver that clasped around your clit as you clenched; watching the muscles in his arm tighten. His Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed, turning to you with a knowing smirk. You froze as he leant closer, inhaling the rum on his breath as his hand rested on your thigh. “That’s because it is easy.” he whispered in your ear, the gravel of his voice making you think of dirty mutterings and sinful possibilities.

A nervous laugh escaped you, pushing his hand off your leg awkwardly and shaking your head. “They are trained, Loki...look at her. She’s incredible. And so sexy. I’d look like a flailing noodle.” It was Loki’s turn to laugh. You watched the corners of his eyes crinkle as he licked his lips. They drew back in a sharp intake of breath, just like they always did before he released a zinger. He leant in again, closer this time. The soft skin of his wetted lips brushed against your earlobe, making you close your eyes with unadulterated pleasure. “I wasn’t talking about being easy for you, darling.” He withdrew, watching the confused frown developing on your face with amusement. “Let’s liven this place up a little, shall we?” he murmured. “WHAT?” you yelled, forgetting his previous request. You felt like you were missing something. Not a great thing around this guy. Loki beckoned seductively to the dancer.

You watched as she gracefully dropped to her knees, crawling towards him with intrigue in her eyes at the ridiculously handsome customer. He slipped a large bill into the hook of her panties, motioning for her to come closer still. You sipped your drink, feeling sick. Never had it been more apparent that Loki saw you as nothing more than a colleague. And that was fine, you thought. I’m totally cool with that, as you watched him whisper words in her ear, making her smile.

You averted your eyes to the heaving dancefloor to your side, a catwalk in the middle hosting the line of poles from which several stunning women hung in various stages of undress.

A mix of bachelor parties, guys nights out, men in business suits sitting around with their mouths hanging open. What were you doing here? I should probably go home, you thought, your heart sinking as Loki stood. He raised his palm in a stay motion, throwing a wink as he disappeared into the crowd. The sound of Pitbull boomed around you as Scott appeared at your side, handing you another drink. You smiled as the group descended, jostling you and each other with drunken mirth. “WHERE’S MA BOY LOKES?” the birthday boy slurred, as you shrugged. Suddenly the music scratched to a lowered hum, the DJ’s low voice reverberating around the space over the bass. “We’ve got a very special guest tonight, folks. Hope there’s no paparazzi in this place because hoo-boy, this is gonna be good. Hold on to your panties, ladies and gents.” The music scratched again, changing to a song you recognised as your brow furrowed. The female dancers sat to the side of the stage, legs dangling from the edge across the laps of delighted men, clearly as confused as you were. Mummy don’t know Daddy’s getting hot At the bodyshop Doing something unholy... “What the fuck…” you murmured, as Loki strode around the corner of the stage, swaggering down the catwalk towards the central suspended pole.

He had switched to his black battle leathers, minus the cape. The gold adornments glinted in the spotlights, illuminating every tight muscle beneath the sinful fabric. Cheers erupted behind you from an incandescent band of avengers, whooping at the development as Loki cast you a smouldering look. Women had appeared from every corner of the club, clamouring to the stage edge as they recognised the sexiest being in nine realms about to do something inexplicable on stage. She’d kick you out if she ever ever knew About all the sh*t you tell me that you do Loki’s long fingers toyed with the clasp of his tunic by his neck. The edges fell apart to reveal his chiselled pecs, rolling down to that taunt stomach you had only seen in snatches. He ran his hands purposefully down his abs, thumbs toying at the edges of his tight trousers. There were screams. Dirty dirty boy You know everyone is talking on the scene The god stripped his tunic from his arms, revealing one impossibly toned limb at a time. The veins of his biceps stood out under the lights, making him glow ethereally as his lips curled to a smile.

He swung the tunic several times in a gathered fist lining with the sway of his hips, throwing it with a flourish into the crowd of baying women.

I hear them whispering about the places that you’ve been And how you don’t know how to keep your business clean In a flash, Loki’s palm gripped the pole to his side; raising himself effortlessly to swing around it in perfect control. His body was tense, the graceful power of a warrior in motion. His thick forearm braced against the steel, bringing his hips flush against the core of the pole. Your eyes widened as Loki's hips gyrated slowly against the metal, rubbing his crotch in seductively masculine waves against the unforgiving surface.

Scott gasped beside you, grasping at your hand. “IS IT WRONG THAT I’M SUPER AROUSED RIGHT NOW?” he shouted, slopping his drink at your feet. You couldn’t take your eyes off Loki, the sticky wetness that had been gathering in your panties all night in his presence heating up as new waves flooded between your thighs.

You watched as he flipped himself, one hand gripping the steel as his legs raised upward, spreading so wide you thought the leather of his trousers might split. You kind of hoped they would. He’s sat back while she’s dropping it She be poppin’ it – yeah she put it down slowly The leather wrapped around every muscle in his powerful thighs as he spun himself upwards again. The landscape of his form rippled under the pressure, making it look effortless to manipulate his form in time with the thundering bass. Oh-ee-oh-ee-oh he left his kids at Ho-ee-oh-ee-ome so he can get that. Somehow, he thrust his body upwards, grappling to the top of the pole. The crowd of women assembled hanging over the stage were losing their minds. He smiled smugly, raising his bare arm in a half-shrug of faux-innocence towards you.

You watched his broad shoulders roll back, flicking hair off his face before he fell the long distance to the floor. He stopped himself expertly, inches from the ground in the sexiest battle-esque stance you had ever seen. Every muscle in his marble arm was bulging. Mummy don’t know daddy’s getting hot At the body shop Doing something unholy For a moment you thought you had passed out until you felt Scott prodding you in the back. The cheers of the group jostling you grew louder as you looked up, seeing Loki with his hand extended. Your gaze ran around the dozens of horny women shooting daggers at you, some waving their arms manically for attention. You grabbed his wrist, succumbing to the madness. Mmm daddy, daddy if you want it drop the add’y Give me love, give me Fendi my Balenciaga daddy Loki pulled you in flush against his torso as your friends cheered again. Sam whistled, slurred cries of ‘get it girl’ soaring from a voice which sounded very much like Banner. You ran your hands down Loki’s bare chest, making him smirk. It was an impulse...you couldn’t help yourself. His hips rolled against yours, bending to create an angle that could only be described as pure sexual energy. He was really going for it. Loki’s hands balanced on your hips, making you sway in time with the music, pushing you down towards his hard thigh nestled between your legs. He raised his fingers theatrically, snapping them before pushing you gently backwards. The crowd gasped as a chair appeared just before you hit the surface. You gripped the sides. Loki’s glinting eyes narrowed for a split second, enjoying your confusion.

And when you want it, baby you know I got you covered And when you need it baby just jump under the covers He closed the distance between you, his legs straddling yours as his swaying hips made the leather crease maddeningly in front of your eyes, level with that magnificent bulge. The tempting8 lines of his V muscle were exposed, drawing your eyes to the source of your desire. So close...you could lean forward and bite him.

He drew his fingers under your chin, tilting your head back as he stared down at you like a king. You were breathing heavily, lips parted as pathetic pants escaped at the mercy of the sexual apocalypse unfolding between your thighs. Mummy don’t know Daddy’s getting hot At the bodyshop Doing something unholy...

Loki fell to his knees, landing in the exact position you had imagined mounting his cock in many times. You swallowed as he swung his hair, flexing his shoulders and biting his lip.

He reached out, ignoring the cries of the desperate women below, spreading your thighs with a wink. The crowd screamed again, but you couldn’t hear them. Loki’s stare was hungry, the intensity, pupils were blown wide with mischievous intent.

He leant backwards to the floor, the thick magnificence of his lap in full view as he lightly thrust his crotch upward, tight against the leather. A woman fainted.

Daddy’s getting hot At the bodyshop Doing something unholy... Loki’s perfectly defined back arched up from the floor, gracefully bringing himself upwards as every perfectly lined crease in his chiselled stomach rippled against the hard muscle. Those curls fell seductively across his forehead, a coy smile forming at the side of his mouth as your lips parted. Loki’s palms slid up your calves, moving to skim over the tops of your thighs, feeling every inch before squeezing tightly. Suddenly, he stood, whisking you upwards. You looked around as yells of applause thundered around the huge club, hands of the women beside the stage grasping towards his ankles as cries of ‘me next’ filled the air. Loki lowered you back to Scott and Sam who caught you. Your legs were jelly. You smiled weakly, watching Loki make an apologetic bow to the room and gesturing to the female dancers waiting patiently to begin again. They were staring at him with mooning eyes, and you had to say...tonight more than ever, you couldn’t blame them. “I need some fresh air..” you whispered to Scott, who nodded with a thumbs up. You made your way quickly to the exit, relishing the cool early morning breeze hit your heated skin. You inhaled deeply with your eyes closed, feeling ringing in your ears, trying to process what had just happened. Had Loki Laufeyson really given you a lap-dance? “Having fun?”

Your eyes shot open, hand clasped to your chest in surprise as Loki ambled towards you. He was dressed in his suit again, hands in his pockets as he smirked knowingly. “That was..amazing, actually. A man of hidden talents, I’m very impressed.” you said casually, hoping that he couldn’t smell the desperate arousal which was probably seeping into your clothes. “Mmmm. The acrobatics are nothing really. One of the benefits of being a god, one supposes” he murmured dryly, searching your face. “But your enthusiasm, pet? That is impressive.” “I-I don’t know what you-” Loki raised a finger to your lips, standing toe to toe with you in the alleyway as the muffled bass pounded inside the club. “Wouldn’t you like to continue our little performance without an audience?” he purred, watching your eyes widen. “It would be a shame to waste so much... enthusiasm.” “Are you sure?” you mumbled warily from beneath the pressure of his finger, cursing your insecurity as he fought to contain a smile, leaning towards you. His lips latched to your earlobe, sucking it with a gentle bite. “Darling, do you really think I would do something like that for just anyone?” Loki murmured, making you shiver. “It’s all for you.” he whispered darkly, his hand sliding over your hip.

“And darling...when it comes to my 'hidden talents', you've seen nothing yet. I promise you.” -

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couldnt-think-of-a-funny-name · 5 months

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Loki when he's the only one to go on the radiation catwalk without a protective spacesuit on

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five-miles-over · 2 years

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Beauty is Where You Find It (Supermodel!Loki x Reader)

Summary: A journalist for a New York magazine in September of 2012, you come across the opportunity to do an interview from an icon in the fashion industry. Your subject? A rising supermodel from Wimbledon with icy blue eyes and jet-black curls named Loki Laufeyson.

Maybe there was someone else that your magazine could've assigned to do this interview. Maybe they could've chosen someone else to write about the rising, raven-haired model from Wimbledon. And maybe they could've chosen someone who was more seasoned with rubbing shoulders with people from the glamour world. But none of that mattered now, because you deserved this opportunity and you knew it.

Three days ago, during your lunch break - which was more for brainstorming than for eating - you were scrolling through some news stories from The Guardian and New York Magazine, hoping to find some inspiration for your writer's block. Between an article about the U.S. presidential elections and an article about genius-billionaire Tony Stark's Twitter battle with Elon Musk, there was a Magnum advertisement that immediately caught your attention.

Holding a pint of Magnum Milk Chocolate ice cream in his lap, the model wore nothing except for a pair of sweatpants as he spread himself across a leather sofa. One of his hands cupped the pint while the other hand clasped a golden spoon. His short jet black curls were tousled with just a hint of mousse to make them shine and his icy gaze was paired with a smirk that said, "I know you want me."

You didn't pay much attention to the ad, turning your focus to the next news story which was about London's finances after hosting the Olympics. But a while later you came across a story covering the best looks from London Fashion Week: Spring 2013. It had taken place a few days ago, between September 13 and September 18 of 2012, since this was the show that would predict many of the trends of Spring 2013. You recognized a few of the top brands such as Stella McCartney, Burberry, and Gucci. But none of the models were familiar to you…

and there he was again.

Modeling for Tommy Hilfiger's 2013 Spring-Summer collection was the same model who you saw posing with a pint of Magnum ice cream. The same dark curls, those same icy-blue eyes directed at the camera…this had to be him. He stood at the end of the catwalk wearing a black-and-white striped shirt, a white jacket with the Tommy Hilfiger logo, and straight-leg white pants that complemented his long legs.

Licking your lips, you scrolled down to the bottom of the image and found the name "Loki Laufeyson for Tommy Hilfiger Men's 2013 Spring Summer Collection". That was most certainly a name that you'd heard before…right? His first name was identical to the name of the Norse god of mischief - maybe he chose that name for himself when he started modeling? But why? Maybe there was more to him than just a pretty face.

"So why write about him?" Your editors asked when you brought up the idea of interviewing him. "He's just some model in London."

"Wimbledon," you corrected them. "I googled his name, he's from Wimbledon." You took a deep breath and continued. "I think there's something with him. I mean, there are models who go on to do other famous things. For example, Eddie Redmayne modeled for Burberry in 2008, he portrayed King Richard the Second in February, and now he's starring in an adaptation of the musical Les Mis. Also, I'm pretty sure he won a Tony for something on Broadway.

Please let me give this a chance. For all we know, he could be the next Eddie Redmayne. And we'll be the magazine that gave him his first interview."

Your editors agreed with mixed feelings, still unsure about what you found to be so special in him. But since you were so enthusiastic, and no other media outlet had taken the chance to interview him, your editors thought this might be something that would make the magazine stand out.

For the rest of the day, you were calling Tommy Hilfiger's office, London modeling agencies, and even Magnum's offices, introducing yourself as a journalist who wanted to get in touch with someone named Loki Laufeyson. After four hours, three candy bars, and two cups of French Vanilla coffee, you were able to secure an interview with Loki.

So here you were, after three days of brainstorming, making calls, and preparing questions, all set to meet the young model from Wimbledon. After downing a cup of coffee for courage, and then rising your teeth with mouthwash, you headed to a nearby room for the interview.

"Excellent work with the photos, I like what I'm seeing!" You pretended to be nonchalant as you walked in. Loki was posing before a flashing camera, wearing a black structured blazer, a cotton off-white shirt, and…tight leather pants. Wow, this guy seemed to have an innovative sense of style when he wasn't on the runway. And you would be lying if you said that he wasn't way more gorgeous in person than on the internet.

For the article that you would be writing about Loki, you had asked for some original pictures as artwork. So while the crew - lighting directors, photographers, and makeup artist - did their magic, you stood in a corner and took a moment to look over your questions.

"Wait," Loki gently interrupted the camera woman. "Erm, can I have one with her?" He gestured in your direction, "The lady who's interviewing me?"

"If she's okay with it." The camera woman turned to you and tilted her head towards Loki.

Caught off-guard, you hurriedly placed your materials on a stool and rushed to the center of the photoshoot. "Uh…okay, what should I…?"

"Something like this?" Loki draped his arm around your waist, and smirked at the camera. You gave your best smile, trying not to blush out of embarrassment or close your eyes when the flash went off. "Perfect," Loki cooed, standing close enough for you to catch a whiff of the perfume or cologne he was wearing - a mixture of orchid and champagne scents.

After the camera woman announced that it was a wrap, you picked up your materials and led Loki to a white table with two folded chairs. Loki pulled one of the chairs out and insisted you have a seat before him.

Once the two of you were comfortable, you took a deep breath and turned on the voice recorder.

"You probably weren't expecting to have your photo taken today, right?" Loki chuckled, "No worries, you looked great."

"Thank you," you nervously laughed. "You look incredibly gorgeous by the way. Who're you wearing today?"

"Ah, the famous question." Loki licked his lips and spread his legs. "The blazer is Armani, the pants are from Banana Republic, and the shirt is by Hanes."

"Nice. So…I know you've done a few advertisements and you've walked for Tommy Hilfiger at London Fashion Week not too long ago. According to my research, this isn't the first runway you've ever conquered. Would you tell me about how you entered the world of fashion?"

"I suppose it was the beauty of it all that attracted me," Loki answered. "Fashion is a form of art, and I'd say it's one of the greatest forms of art because it is such an essential part of our lives.

I started modeling when I was sixteen, it was for a fashion show at school to raise money for charity."

"Wow!" You gushed, leaning forward to show interest. "Did you make a lot of money?"

"The school made a lot of money," Loki playfully retorted. "It wasn't official like the shows I do now. Actually, as part of that event, my photographs came in the local newspaper. Few weeks later, I get a call from an agency and…like they say, the rest is history."

You laughed a little, scribbling some notes.

"So really, I owe my career to journalists like you." He jokes, giving you a little wink.

"Alright, so you started modeling at sixteen - was it full-time? How did you balance school around being a model?"

Loki gulped and tilted his head, thinking about how to formulate his answer. "I did some photoshoots here and there, mostly after school or early in the morning so I wouldn't have to miss my lessons. I enjoyed most of my classes, there was hardly a subject that I disliked."

"Did you have a favorite subject?"

"Literature," Loki promptly answered. "Physiology was a close second. I loved learning about how the human body worked."

"Literature, that's interesting. What did you like about that class?"

"I had a really great teacher. I enjoyed reading Shakespeare's plays, Jane Austen's novels such as Sense and Sensibility, and other classical works as well. I'll never forget the first time I read Beowulf, such an underrated gem."

"I didn't know you enjoyed literature." You crossed your legs. "Do you still make time to read now that you're a full-time model?"

"Of course I do. It's what keeps me…erm, sane." Loki admitted, "Right now, I'm reading a book called High-Rise by J.G. Ballard and it takes place in the 70s. It's about a newly-constructed high-rise building filled with every amenity you could think of, and its residents. It's almost like a utopia until class warfare changes everything."

"I've never heard about that book before. I'll have to check it out now." You scribbled some more notes, and then flipped to a new sheet of paper. "My next question for you is about your -"

"Diet?" Loki attempted to finish.

"No." You shook your head with a laugh. "I think that question gets asked to models way too often, but I'm happy to hear about your…dietary preferences."

Loki joined in the laughter for a moment. "I'd prefer not to talk about that either. Everyone is different, there really is no one way that guarantees…success."

"So, how would you describe yourself in five words?" You teased.

Biting his lip for a moment, Loki cheekily answered. "Loki, burdened with glorious purpose."

"Glorious purpose," you echoed. "And what does glorious purpose mean to you?"

"It means…" Loki openly contemplated. "It means that I was born to pave my own path to greatness."

"As a model?"

Loki shrugs. "I enjoy doing my work. I'm grateful to those whom I've worked with and I look forward to participating in more shows. But…I'm going to keep myself open to exploring other opportunities down the line in five or ten years."

You scribbled some more notes. "Maybe you'd consider acting?"

"Or world domination." Loki smirked. "But for the record, I would love the chance to do a Bollywood film. The ones I've seen are so beautiful."

"Alright, another question: your most guilty pleasure? Is it Bollywood?"

Loki scoffed. "None! I don't think people should feel guilty for the things they enjoy."

"Time for a bit of rapid fire." You curled your fingers around your pen. "I'll ask a series of questions, and you answer as fast as possible. Ready?"

"Ready." He smirked again.

You began, "Coffee or tea?"

"Tea."

"London or New York City?"

"London."

"London or Paris?"

"Still London." Loki shook his head and laughed.

"Tuxedos or sweatpants with hoodies?"

"Tuxedos."

"A night at the museum or a night at the theater?"

"The theater."

"Okay," you beamed, "Comedies or dramas?"

"Dramas."

"Juliet or Lady Macbeth?"

"You."

"What?" You swallowed, taken aback by his response. "Uh…?"

Loki clarified, "Juliet's a literal child, barely thirteen, and Lady Macbeth is ruthless and blind in her belief towards the prophecy. I wouldn't go out with either of them…was that the question you were asking?"

"Kind of…" You tried to explain. "I meant which one you liked better, but nice answer. I'm very flattered"

"Thanks. Any more questions?"

You shook your head. "Any questions for me?"

"Would you let me take you to dinner tonight?" Loki asked, leaning forward ever so slightly, the corner of his lip curved upward. "It's the least I can do since your magazine paid for my flight here."

"I'd…I'd like that, Mr. Laufeyson."

"It's Loki." The model took your hand and pressed his lips against your knuckles.

You both remained still, enjoying the moment as you silently looked into each other's eyes. "I'll have your article ready in two days. It'll be in our issue next week."

"Perfect." Loki and you stood up from the chairs. "And I will see you outside this building at seven."

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tinkertoysdamn · 7 months

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Stereo Hearts - We Built This City' Verse

Loki shuddered in irritation. Things were progressing on the overall plan but the rogue Time Agents still needed help, specifically they needed raw muscle. Mobius had made a suggestion, a good one in fact, but Loki was unhappy with it. “I can’t believe we are considering this.”

“She was damn useful on the last mission.” Mobius pointed out. Thora Odinson had been not merely useful, but the powerhouse behind that particular success. The fact that her presence had also annoyed Loki to no end was a bonus as far as Mobius was concerned.

“Yes but she was also–” Loki’s face screwed up in distaste. “Pining.” He spat out the word with great vitriol. “Obviously. Obnoxiously.”

It had gotten a little out of hand. “Maybe if we pull her from another part of the timeline,” Mobius suggested.

Loki lit up. “Excellent idea.” He clapped his hands together, pleased. “Perhaps after some distance from those blasted Guardians, she’d be more tolerable.”

Considering how Loki had whined to Mobius about his own long-lost Sylvie, Mobius thought the trickster god was being a bit hypocritical. Still— “Here’s a good spot,” Mobius said, looking over his Tempad. “It’s a few years later.”

Now fully on board with the idea, Loki’s eyes glittered. “Do it.”

Once again, they teleported onto a spaceship, but this one was considerably larger and of a different make then the one they’d been on before. “Good,” Loki muttered, “perhaps she’s taken up with new companions.”

Then they heard the music. It wasn’t nearly as old as that dreaded Pina Colada song, but it still made them pause. It was entirely possible that Thora was traveling with others who liked Earth’s music, but it was doubtful.

“Where’s it coming from?” Mobius whispered.

Cautiously, they made their way down the hallway, ready for anything. Except for perhaps that.

Up on a repair catwalk where two figures, one was partially buried in a vent, her fluffy tail peeking out and the other was Captain Brandy Quill. Considering her state of dress, she had not been expecting company. She was in a tank top and shorts, work gloves in place as they worked in tandem on a repair. Every once and while she’d exaggerate a hip swing or a movement to dance along.

Over the music Loki and Mobius could hear Rocket and Quill singing. Judging from how they split up the duet, it was clear they had some practice.

“Appreciate every mixtape your friends make. You never know, we come and go like on the interstate.” Rocket’s voice was less than musically inclined, but it was earnest, carrying through the ship.

Loki and Mobius lurked, not certain if they should draw attention to themselves or should sneak away without interrupting. If they were careful enough, maybe they could avoid the wrath of the Captain entirely.

It was then that the song shifted to the bridge. Quill elected to stop her repair to tug on the mechanic’s creeper to get Rocket out of the vent, only to belt more of the song at her.

“I only pray you never leave me behind—”

Rocket snickered under her breath. “You always get so dramatic at this part.”

Quill was using her spanner as a microphone now. “Because good music can be so hard to find.”

Rocket grinned. “I should be filming. Thunder Head would love this.”

“I take your hand, hold it closer to mine.” Quill was eating this up, chewing up the song and spitting it back out again with sheer unadulterated joy. She tilted her head back, letting the spirit and lyrics pour out of her.

“Thought love was dead, but now you're changing my mind!”

“Okay,” Loki admitted to Mobius. “She’s actually pretty good.” Then he ducked as the spanner nearly collided with his head.

Mobius jumped at the sound. “Oh my god.”

The music cut off. Quill stared down at them with righteous anger. “Don’t you dicks ever call?”

“Captain,” Loki tried to put on his most obsequious charm. “Pardon the intrusion but this is only the second—”

“Fourth.” Quill held up four fingers. “Four times you flarking jerks have done this.”

“We’ve only been here twice,” Mobius said. “I think I’d remember the other two.”

Rocket and Quill shared a disgusted look. “Time travelers,” Rocket complained. “At least it’s not in the middle of dinner this time.”

“Or when Tetrina’s trying to take a nap.” Once again, the best friends shared a look, but this time one of a remembered agony.

Things were getting off track. Loki attempted to regain control. “We’re here for—”

“We know.” Quill pressed a button on her com-unit. “Thora, your not-brother’s here again. Collect him before we throw him out of the airlock for real this time.”

“Always with the airlock,” Mobius muttered.

Quill wasn’t having it. “Stop showing up unannounced and it won’t be a problem.”

Less than a minute later, Thora barged into the room, already outfitted in her armor, her ax at the ready. “Where are we going today?” Thora asked, beaming.

“You seem awfully eager,” Mobius said.

“This is our fourth quest together,” Thora said. “Why shouldn’t I be?”

Out of the corner of his eye, Loki could spot Quill making a “I told you” gesture.

It seemed that his partnership with this variant of his brother would continue into the future. Someway, somehow, Loki wouldn’t drive her away. Loki found the thought more comforting than he would care to admit.

“This shouldn’t be nearly so perilous as before,” Loki told her. “But we need your strength regardless.”

“Excellent.” Thora was more than up for the challenge.

“Don’t bring her back full of holes this time,” Quill shouted down at them.

“No promises,” Mobius said, dialing up the Tempad. The Time Agents and Thor stepped through the portal, dodging any verbal barbs that Quill had left to throw at them.

As the portal closed, Thora said with a wide grin, "She's my girlfriend now."

Loki pinched the bridge of his nose. It had begun.

My heart's a stereo It beats for you, so listen close Hear my thoughts in every no-ote Make me your radio And turn me up when you feel low This melody was meant for you Just sing along to my stereo

#thorquill #peter quill #thor odinson #we built this city verse #rule 63 #too dumb for ao3

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etherealpapercut · 1 year

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prompt: imagine the love of your life whispering to you. imagine their voice talking to you softly, as the lights go out, and you feel them lean closer to you, as the two of you sit in the dark, and they speak oh so quietly... the whisper of whispers.

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whispers in the dark

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fandom: mcu

pairings: loki laufeyson x gn!avenger!reader

genre: mostly fluff. some slight angst if you’re looking hard enough

warnings: stormy weather, power outages, darkness, visual impairment, cuss words, reader is wearing socks, one (1!) jumpscare, reader falls down some steps, there might be a murderer, bruises, mentions of indoor fire, being left out, mentions of insects (butterflies), unintentional gaslighting.

word count: 2.3k words

summary: y/n is wandering through the avengers tower during a power outage when they bump into the ever-shy loki laufeyson

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a storm never frightened you.

thunder and lightning and sheets of pounding rain against the windows only made you feel cozy and excited. you never saw any reason to be afraid. you loved the beautiful feeling of a storm in manhattan.

you weren’t afraid of the dark, either. the darkness was, of course, always a shock when it came unforetold, such as when the power went out like this, but such things never lasted for very long in the avenger’s tower, and there was never anything to fear in it.

you welcomed the blackness, letting it envelope you in a deep embrace, and waited patiently for the warm kitchen lights to return. you stood against the counter for a minute, then two, then three, still waiting. nothing stirred.

the refrigerator had gone silent, and the blue light from the timer on the stove had long vanished. only the ticking of a battery powered clock on some far wall told you that time hadn’t stopped with the power.

you moved away from the counter, coming to the conclusion that the power was out for good, and would be out for good for a long while yet. usually, tony would have had the tower up and running again by this point, but he must have fallen asleep somewhere on top of a wrench and his latest project. either that, or he was stuck in an elevator.

you remembered that there was a flashlight in your room. your cell phone had been left in there, too. both devices would be very helpful right about now.

“ah, fuck me,” you muttered, sliding one socked foot in front of you like a blind man’s stick, more curses tumbling from your mouth when you stubbed your little toe on the door frame.

you managed to make it into the hallway and around the corner. you were currently on one of the top floors of the main tower. your quarters were somewhere in the middle of the building, with the others’.

you beelined to the closest elevator before recalling that they couldn't possibly work without power. “shit!” you groaned, before turning around and carefully shuffling to the stairwell. at least while you were on the stairs, you could make progress much faster, as anyone could predict where the next steps on a flight of stairs were going to be, with or without the gift of sight. you couldn't do such a thing wandering through any given room, no matter how long you had lived there.

“natasha would be having no such problems right now,” you said to yourself, trying to fill the darkness around you with your words. “i bet she could run through all the rooms in the tower blindfolded.”

a squeak escaped your lips as your left foot plunged out into nothingness - it was the first step downstairs.

you fumbled for the wall to lean upon (tony had maliciously designed the all stairwells and catwalks in the avenger’s tower without rails,) and as soon as you had found purchase, you began your descent.

“one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten! one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, twenty!...” you counted in tens and kept score on your fingers as you made your way down. each floor was spaced about twenty steps apart, and you had about thirty-five flights to go.

“fuck you, stark, and your terrible housing plans.”

you stopped for breath when you had made it six hundred steps. you had passed too many promising landings that weren’t yours, and now estimated that you had about five flights left to go. that was, of course, depending greatly on the fact that you hadn’t accidentally run down the wrong flight of stairs when the staircase occasionally branched off.

you were tired of this bullshit. your legs and back cramped in protest.

you wondered what was happening to the rest of the avengers right now. it was close to midnight. most would probably be asleep by now, although you were sure that none of the team had a proper sleep schedule. surely, some would still be awake, grappling by themselves with their own problems in the blackout.

your breath had caught up, but for a long while, you sat on the steps. you had lost track of whether you were sitting on step number five hundred ninety-nine, or six hundred exactly. it occurred to you now that if you called out, you might get an answer.

you cupped your hands to your mouth and took a deep breath, but someone else beat you to the call.

“HELLOOOOOOO???”

you shrieked in absolute terror, scrambling off your arse and subconsequently falling down several steps. you had definitely lost count now, and there was definitely someone standing right next to you on the stairs. you continued to scream, long and loud, and in the darkness, there was an unfamiliar voice that was crying out as well.

“what?! is someone here?” the voice called.

“WHO’S THERE?!” you screamed. in your panic, you didn’t recognize who the voice might belong to.

“calm down, stop screaming!”

you stopped short and held your breath, trying to keep as quiet as possible. you realised that this could be a murderer, intruding the tower while the power was out. clever of them - no alarms would be tripped.

“hello?” the other person called again.

you inhaled ever-so-softly through your nose. you didn’t dare get up, no matter how your butt and knees were bruised and in pain. you did not want to give away your position to a potential murderer.

“y/n!!”

you squeezed your eyes shut - not that that did any good - and covered your mouth with your hand. how did the intruder know your name?

“where are you, y/n, will you answer me if you’re not dead.” the voice grew impatient. it was loud, had a rich tone, and was very commanding, as if the owner was used to getting their own way. it sighed, exasperated. “it’s me, loki. now where did you go?”

“loki?!” you exclaimed. you righted yourself so that you were sitting upright on the stair. you had landed on the stairs on an angle when you tripped.

you were surprised that you hadn’t recognized his voice. the first day that the mischief maker had arrived at the avengers, several months ago, the two of you had instantly clicked, and had made good friends with each other.

perhaps you hadn’t recognized loki’s voice due to the fact that he always spoke in a quiet undertone. hearing him yell was a change.

“y/n!” loki’s voice echoed through the stairwell. If you didn’t know any better, you could have sworn he sounded relieved. “keep talking so i can find you. are you alright?”

“i’m alright,” you responded. “i hit my ass and my legs on the stairs when i fell down, but i think i’ll survive. pity i can’t see my own hand in front of my face, otherwise i wouldn’t have fallen.”

“you’ve fallen?” loki asked. he stepped down the last few steps to meet you and accidentally kicked you in the back. you yelped in pain. “i just kicked something,” loki gasped, “is that you?”

“owww… yes, that’s me,” you grunted, rubbing your back now as well as your knee. Out of all the fashion choices, loki had to be wearing some kind of shoes with hard, pointed toes. “thank you ever so much for nothing, loki. i fell down the stairs because you scared me, shouting right next to my ear and all that.”

“oopsie.” loki said. you could practically hear him shrug it off.

next thing you knew, loki’s fumbling hand met the top of your head, then your shoulder as he sat down beside you on the step. you sighed.

“why are you all the way up here, loki?” you inquired, leaning on his arm.

loki paused and lifted his broad shoulders past his ears. “i came to try and find you, y/n.”

“me?” you placed a mocking hand over your heart. Inside, you were genuinely surprised, but it was in your nature to be sarcastic and teasing before anything else. “what makes me so special, for the great loki himself to come seek me out?”

“oh, don’t let your silly little head get all puffed up,” loki protested. he lowered his voice, letting it slip back towards his usual quiet purr. “the rest of the avengers are all downstairs, in the sitting room with the best view of the bay.”

you knew the room he was talking about.

“did they all just happen to be there at the same time when the power went out?”

“why, of course, my dear,” you rolled your eyes at the endearing nickname. “they were just about to send a summons to you over the PA when the darkness overcame us.”

“oh.” you mumbled. “i bet they had lit the central fireplace and were roasting marshmallows, all comfortable and cozy enjoying the show that this storm is putting on for us, hm?”

as if in response to its mention, a spike of lightning shot across the sky, branching spectacularly out across the sky. rolls of thunder followed almost instantly, shaking the tower.

“yes, indeed, that was exactly what they were doing.” loki confirmed.

“awww, and they didn’t invite you or i?” you pouted.

loki shook his head, not that you could see the gesture. “no, i was there all along. they simply didn’t pay me any mind, and couldn’t be bothered to try and find you after the lights went out.”

you stopped short, a bit shaken. “couldn’t... be bothered?” what was that supposed to mean?

“have you ever even seen this monstrous tower? it’s a big place, y/n. for all we knew you could be in any of the sections, on any of the hundred-or-so floors. and we are all very certain that you can handle yourself.”

your voice wilted a little and you curled into yourself just a little bit more. “in the dark?”

you were finally admitting to yourself that while you loved a good storm, you preferred to spend it in the company of others, laughing and sharing warmth.

loki turned his head to look in your direction. “what, is the great y/n l/n scared of the dark?”

“no. more lonely than scared.”

the two of you both paused, sitting in silence, side by side.

loki cleared his throat awkwardly before slinging his arm around you in some kind of side hug. you gave a tiny squeak.

“i know that feeling very well,” loki said quietly.

“yeah?” you whispered back.

“oh yeah. i was constantly left out as a child, and as an adolescent, and as a grown up. I never managed to make friends, unlike my peers. loneliness was my best friend.”

“that makes two of us.” you mumbled. you had made yourself a name and earned worldwide respect, and the avengers as a family, yet when you were younger - heck, even now - you always had a sense of being all alone.

you slipped your arms around loki’s waist.

“thanks for coming to find me, loki.” you said softly. “it means a lot.”

“of course, y/n,” loki pressed his face into your hair. “i’ll always come find you when the lights go out. anyway, i had a hunch that you would want the highest view of this storm, that's how i knew you’d be up here.”

you buried your face in the crook of his arm, wondering if he had always been this gentle with you. you liked the way it made you feel, like there were a million itty bitty butterflies crawling around under every point loki was holding or touching you.

it was loki who finally broke the silence, asking if you were too hurt to walk down the rest of the stairs to go meet the other avengers. you replied with a no, but you would probably want ice in the near future.

loki stood up, and carefully helped you to your feet, holding your hand. he didn’t let go, and kept a firm - yet gentle - grip on your hand, taking the lead down the stairs and through passages until you emerged into the soft glow of a fire-lit room, filled with cozy laughter and all your friends.

loki gracefully lifted your significantly smaller hand in his broad one to his face and left a little kiss on your wrist before retreating to the rim of the fireplace and resuming his place on the couch. you watched him for a minute before emerging into the light. it truly was a marvel to you that no one else seemed to notice him the way you did.

“y/n! you found us!” steve greeted you with vigor. “come help yourself to the treats.”

“glad you could make it, hon,” natasha said, passing you a tray heaped with round chocolates and marshmallows. she gave you an affectionate shove.

“aw, thanks. i’m very glad i could make it, too.” you said, bumping hips with her. “for a while back there i thought i was completely abandoned.”

“we’d never abandon you, dear heart,” thor chortled.

you simply grinned and scooted in between him and loki on the couch. you handed the latter a marshmallow, and he looked over at you, cocking his head to one side. a ghost of a smile graced his thin lips.

loki leaned down and put his head right next to yours so he could whisper in your ear.

“gaslighting backstabbers, the lot of them. say the word and i’ll kill them all.”

“for me? oh, fuck off. keep this kind of attitude up towards me and i might start to think you’re in love with me.” you snickered. “listen, lokes, i’m happy even if only you care about me.”

loki drew an X over his heart. “cross my heart - or whatever the tradition is - i promise to never abandon you, y/n. you’re my best friend. i do love you.” he whispered, his temple knocking against yours.

you smiled into the dark, the fire casting a comforting light over your faces.

you relaxed back into the cushions, head resting on loki’s arm cast over your shoulders, to enjoy the rest of the night in your favourite company.

only stormy weather could elicit this kind of beautiful feeling, and you wished to never leave it.

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theangrykimchi · 6 months

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Necessary music over edit of Loki's catwalk badass entrance

#Loki #kimchi edit

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lokiwaffles · 9 months

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WARNING: This narrative falls in conjunction with Iris Rivers’s, and as such, without her side of the story added, it makes a little less sense than I would like to admit. I am working on her post, but it will take a minute to write up.

Lore dump for Holly in Avengers, 2012!

Since the events of Thor 1, Holly has grown a little more attached to Barton, and does depend on him as a work partner and a good mentor figure. Her continued exposure to new people and civilization as a whole allows her mind reading to grow significantly stronger. Now she can be in NYC and only feel mild discomfort from the thoughts of everyone around her, as opposed to sustaining severe mental damage.

Also, Iris has completely disappeared from her life.

Shortly after Holly is initially assigned to work with Barton, they receive a mission to supervise a NASA experiment on the Tesseract. This places them in the perfect position to witness the beginning of Avengers: Loki’s arrival via portal. While Barton has the unfortunate run in with Loki, Holly makes a break for the door, managing to leave via a fire exit on a catwalk. She manages to scramble into the back of a spare SHIELD truck in the underground carpark. Unfortunately, her fear of cars kicks in, coupled with the fact that she never really learned how to drive, preventing her from leaving. She ends up, unfortunately, picking the same car that the now mind-controlled Clint Barton, Selvig, and Loki would choose.

With Barton, she feels safe, so she assumes he still good.

It takes an embarrassingly long time for her to realize that Barton is no longer on the right side, and by that time, they are already at the safe house where Loki’s forces set up the lab.

(By the way, all of the details I mentioned featuring canon characters? They do happen. I watched Avengers waaaay to many times. I read the script too many times. There is no redemption for me. I MADE SURE that the truck that Holly finds herself in has a back seat in-canon! I double-checked most, if not all, details pertaining to canon characters. There is something desperately wrong with me)

Holly’s first interaction with Loki occurs shortly after they arrive, right after Barton informs Loki about her powers. When she realizes that he isn’t on the right side, she does, initially, consider abandoning her mentor, but Loki threatens Barton’s sanity if she leaves. She is caught between being branded as a traitor by SHIELD (and losing her chance at freedom), or Baron losing the last scraps of his sanity due to Loki’s scepter.

She chooses to stay, and participates in the raid at the museum in Stuttgart, Germany, where she acts as a backup gunman and a lookout. Unfortunately, she accidentally shoots a security guard, and it is in this moment that Iris finds her (essentially Iris is a double agent for Hydra and has been hunting Holly down, as Holly has been deemed a threat. She finally catches up to her in this scene). The guard dies, and Iris is now even more disgusted with Holly than she was initially, branding Holly a murderer and adding to her guilt. This occurs at the same time that the conflict between Thor, Iron Man, and Captain America ceases, and SHIELD arrives. Iris leaves before SHIELD gets Holly, and Holly is deemed a traitor and taken to the Helicarrier.

She is kept in a separate room for interrogation, but she escapes in the chaos caused by Loki’s escape. She goes with him because she really has no other choice, believing he still has Barton in in his grasp, and they head to New York.

(I feel like I should quickly make their relationship clear: Holly is fascinated by Loki’s Asgardian heritage and loves to ask him about her mother’s realm. She is still pretty scared of him and opposed to his goal, and were it not for Barton, she would leave in a heartbeat. Loki vaguely likes her, but is overall more interested in what she can do for him, because of her powers)

(but she still retains her immense hatred for SHIELD)

Once there, they wait around Stark Tower while Selvig works on the portal, and Holly notices that Barton isn’t there. Upon pressing Loki, she realizes that Barton is with SHIELD, and takes that as confirmation that her job is done and that she can set off on her own. Unfortunately, Loki thinks otherwise, and this initiates an argument and a violent confrontation.

She ends up plummeting from the top of the tower, but survives after blacking out, seeing a mysterious vision from a creepy looking red dude (Mephisto, but she doesn’t know it yet) and then waking up, unharmed and seemingly safe, on top of a dumpster in a alleyway.

Unfortunately, the Battle of New York is now in session, but a mysterious run-in with Iris steers her back towards towards Stark Tower, and she manages to fight her way back with no problems. By the time she reaches the tower, the battle is won, and SHIELD has set up a base in there.

Here, she finds Hawkeye, safe and sound, much to her relief. He’s pretty proud of her, and he promises to let Fury know what she did to protect him. He wasn’t there for her inadvertent crime, and doesn’t realize no matter what she was trying to do for him, she still ran from SHIELD, twice, and killed a dude. She’s not going to have an easy time getting out of this.

She is temporarily distracted by Captain America yelling her name and running madly across the room. They have a “wow, you aren’t dead?” moment, and then he’s shooed away by Fury, who has some unfortunate news for Holly.

He contacted the WSC pertaining her predicament, and they only have two real options for her: continue working as an agent, with little to no option for any unsupervised civilian life, or go to prison, to test out a new supermax facility they have developed called the Raft. She does think on it, and eventually comes to the decision to go to the prison, as she feels pretty done with running the bureaucratic hamster wheel, which she feels is getting her nowhere in life. Fury is pretty shocked, but a little supportive, and he drops hints about helping her get out, before leaving her with Hill while he supervises the temporary base.

Holly has a sudden, splitting headache at that moment, and fragments of a future start to whirl through her head. She sees Loki’s death, Ragnarok, Doctor Strange, and is left with the overwhelming urge to go to the New York Sanctum.

And that’s it for now! Part three coming up soon for 2014. TwT

#marvel oc #digital art #marvel #oc lore #so much lore #original character #original art #doodle #Loki i guess #procreate #clint barton #nick fury #iris rivers #holly legrand

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rynfinity · 7 months

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Okay, I finally bit the bullet and made a me-specific art tag. Everything I wanted is taken, so I ended up with ryncreation - dumb, but not used by anyone else yet.

I have gone back and added it to all the KP/KP cast/well, you know art. In some cases there were a lot of tags, and this alone just took me two hours (ow, my hand), so it is low in the tags on those… but I will make sure it isn’t on new stuff.

Someday when I hate myself have time I will go back and tag the otayuri and catwalk!loki art as well.

I will also keep using the generic my art tag.

(person who suggested this, you know who you are, lol)

#ryncreation #ryn complains

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keikomiura · 5 months

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that loki transformation on the catwalk was fucking AMAZING

#loki spoilers #loki

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janehaster · 6 months

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Ourobouros

I think I get it now.

After killing He Who Remains, the Sacred Timeline would inevitably split into the Multiverse.

Because the Temporal Loom was never designed to sustain multiple timelines, its implosion was inevitable.

Even if the characters did everything in their power to adapt the Loom to withstand a Multiverse, time was still running against them since the time radiation would increase exponentially, making it impossible for them to send anyone through the external catwalk that leads to the Loom without them dying before reaching it.

For anyone to survive that walk and return alive, they would need to install the Throughput Multiplier right after HWR was killed, when the radiation was still low.

And now that the Loom imploded, the time radiation spaghettified reality into one single compressed timeline

From the images in the Season 2 teaser trailer, it looks like all the Variants working at the TVA resumed their normal lives as if the TVA never existed (B-15 as a nurse or doctor working at a hospital, Mobius with his jet-ski, etc)...

Except we see images of Loki meeting another Loki from the TVA in the teaser, which means some characters - maybe all of them - might end up travelling back and forth between their original timeline and the doomed TVA in a never ending cycle, caused by the compression of all timelines into one, until they figure out how to avoid the implosion of the Temporal Loom and ensure its stability, thus travelling back and forth through time and working toward creating a stable Multiverse.

Why do I believe our characters will experience time travel?

Because we saw Loki do that before, in Season 2's first episode, except he couldn't control the process back then.

Conclusion:

Before the implosion of the Temporal Loom, they had only a slim chance to save the Multiverse. It was a race against time. Depending on which choices they made, they would manage to save the TVA and avoid Time Compression. However, by now the viewers know the implosion was inevitable.

Now that time has been compressed, they are caught in a temporal loop and must work toward avoiding the end result by ensuring the Throughput Multiplier can be perfected and installed in the Temporal Loom before the TVA gets blown to smithereens.

Hence, Ourobouros. The temporal loop. Everything starts where it ends. Kang's death and the birth of the Multiverse. The Temporal Loom's inevitable implosion and the irreversible compression of time.

The clock is ticking. Whether Loki and his companions will escape the Ourobouros, that's what we shall see in episodes 5 and 6...and possibly a Season 3?

Who knows.

#loki #mcu loki #loki series #loki theory #loki season 2 #loki spoilers #tva #tva loki #disney plus #disney loki #time #ourobouros #spaghetti #spaghettification

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handsomelyhiddleston · 3 years

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Sticky Notes - Tom Hiddleston x Reader

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

Some were specifically to certain people…

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Y/n?” Tom said, kind of quietly.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Your eyes went wide. “What?”

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

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

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

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

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

“You looked stunning yesterday”

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

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

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

“You are an incredible friend.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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how ab a headcanon where the avengers all take a trip either to disney world or on a disney cruise? i’m a whore for the idea of everyone, especially peter and y/n, just acting like kids again

pairing: peter parker x avenger!reader

a/n: i like this prompt so much!! i’ve never been to disneyland, but i hope this is accurate enough lol. i also turned this into a vlog bc someone had to record this mess and since it can’t be me, i’m giving filming privileges to bruce

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the avengers in disneyland

everyone is very very excited and the days before they leave pass in a flurry of excitement, but peter has never been to disneyland, so he’s THRILLED beyond means

peter’s jumping up and down while everyone’s loading the van and he keeps asking them if they’re ready for this “life-changing field trip?????”

sam is genuinely afraid that if peter jumps any higher he will bounce off earth, so he grabs peter by the middle and carries him horizontally into the car

steve gave a whole lecture on not getting lost the day before and since tony couldn’t resist it, he is dressed head to toe in neon yellow and grinning cockily

nat steps into the van, sees him, and turns around with her hand over her eyes like she’s been blinded

bruce brings his video camera with him and records everything. first thing they do is hit up a gift shop and it is better than any oscar nominated movie

everything they pick up is subjected to a thorough label reading and some kind of commentary

“steve, show them what you’re getting!!” “slippers” “what kind of slippers” “uh...soft”

thor on the other hand takes it very serious and his commentary ends up being very ~shakespearean~

peter and y/n get matching friendship bracelets for everyone

loki: “i’m not wearing that”

y/n: “that’s alright-“

loki: “no tie it on for me”

bucky wouldn’t have come along if it weren’t for steve and sam, but now he’s taking it upon himself to make sure that everyone stays in good condition so they don’t miss out on training

the whole team gets hourly text messages from him in the group chat

bucky: “There’s a water leak in Mickey’s Toontwon. If any of you slip and hurt yourselves I will kill you.”

y/n: “love you too buck”

(they know it’s his way to express his love for them so every message almost makes them tear up)

loki really wants to go on splash mountain but since he doesn’t want to get his clothes wet, he asks the guards how ~splashy~ splash mountain gets

they don’t take him seriously and it infuriates loki because it’s a perfectly reasonable question but it quickly turns into a passionate argument that holds up the entire line

“I DEMAND TO KNOW HOW HIGH THE RISK OF GETTING WET IS, YOU INCOMPETENT FOO—”

*cue y/n and nat dragging him away while bruce runs after them to zoom in on loki’s pouty glare*

they get him a green rain poncho with black polka dots from one of the gift shops, and he’s still glowering but he puts it on without protest before each ride that involves water

normally the avengers would easily get recognised but since everyone is walking around in costumes, people approach them for several other reasons

thor is just peacefully standing in life, staring at the incredicoaster like it’s the love of his life, when a little kid tugs at his cape

“excuse me sir, why are you so tall?” “good question, why are you so short?” “hmm” “hmm”

they find a micky mouse whac-a-mole and everyone is having Fun but something possesses tony and clint and they are really going for it

tony is a 5 foot tall ball of stress and competitiveness and he is yielding that plastic hammer like it’s the last thing he’ll ever do

clint on the other hand is starting to feel the numbness in his arms

y/n, with sarcasm: “you can do it, clint!”

clint, with spite: “i cannot do it, thanks”

*y/n stares into the camera*

they also make up a rule that if you are in a 5 meters radius of one of the theme park characters, you HAVE to snap a picture with them

steve, who gets constantly shoved nudged by bucky into some character’s path, ends up taking a picture with almost every single disneyland character

at some point, he’s just downright sick of it and there’s a 7 min video of steve zooming across the lot while goofy and woody run after him with wide open arms

bucky is doubled over with laughter in the background while sam is standing beside him and wiping away his own tears

the avengers also buy all the pictures that are taken of them on the rides and even stop at some photo booths so they can send them to wanda and vision who are both vacationing on hawai’i <3

thor, peter, and y/n run themselves ragged and their legs almost give out but they will not stop until they have been on every ride that disneyland has to offer

the others think it’s obnoxious but they follow and join them without hesitation

tony is secretly trembling with fear. doing loops in the air at the speed of light is fine and so is battling aliens, but getting on a rollercoaster ride is just heart-stopping horrifying

it’s not that he doesn’t like rollercoasters, (that man has no self-preservation skills, anything that resembles plummeting to death will be gazed at with big heart eyes) but he just doesn’t trust them

if he didn’t build it or prove it, he doesn’t trust it. period. but the avengers are just so excited and happy that he can’t find it in him to sit out

that quickly results in thor and tony re-enacting very impressive Shouting Contests on each ride without fail

tony is screaming and clinging onto whoever is sitting next to him for dear life because he’s Petrified™️

and thor is screaming, because he’s having The Time Of His Life

he’s feeling the wind in his hair, his heart in his throat, and if he’s not shredding his vocal chords and flinging his limbs around, what’s the point of it all

after 20 different rides, tony is sick of pretending and just trudges through disneyland, the happiest place of earth, like it’s the sole cause of all suffering in the world

nat rejoins the group after she mysteriously disappeared for a moment and her hair is tossed, there’s ash on her face, and half of her clothes are wet

bruce, startled: “where have you been??”

nat, beaming: “there was a ride that spat fire from all sides and people jumped out of nowhere to scare you while the whole place was filled with hot water!!!”

bruce, concerned, zooms in on nat’s excited face

“nat i think you went to hell”

sam is big on merry-go-rounds so he drags everyone with him and while some one them first don’t seem to enjoy it, they change their mind once they see bucky’s little smile

(they go on at least ten more rounds until it starts to get dizzy)

a little girl trips over her princess gown and falls close to where steve is waiting in line, and steve immediately abandons his spot to rush over

bruce zooms in on them bc steve has always been kinda awkward with kids, but here he is, crouching down and comforting that little girl, and it’s so unashamedly soft and sweet

they can’t hear what steve is saying but she’s BEAMING now and even giving him a wobbly courtesy while he claps proudly

bruce turns the camera around and both he and clint are lowkey in TEARS like “why are we crying?? we didn’t even fall down” “i KNOW!!”

nat gets a hold of the camera and she’s on a mission to get the most embarrassing greatest footage possible

“bucky, go stand next to moana” “why?” “it’s moana go stand over there” “but i don’t know-“ “bucky.” *cue bucky, awkwardly standing next to moana while nat grins broadly*

when he’s back with the team, sam just stares at him blank-faced, clearly waiting for bucky to ask why he’s looking at him

eventually bucky caves in with a long sigh

“what” “i can’t believe you don’t know who moana of montunui is. she restored BALANCE to the WORLD. put some RESPECT ON HER NAME”

no one knows why but there’s footage of y/n, thor, tony, and loki strutting up and down in the middle of the lane in minnie mouse plush shoes like it’s a catwalk

sam, bucky, and nat are holding up their fingers to score them while steve is staring at them like he’s analysing their fighting stances

bruce, clint, and peter are standing on the sidelines and cheering them on as they should be

they end their day by digging into an unholy amount of fries that even steve can’t resist because they’ve been walking the whole day

a questionable amount of cotton candy also end ups in their possession and the footage of that is just mostly everyone trying out each other’s cones while the camera is passed between them

soon after, the avengers are back in their van to drive home and bruce zooms in on the row of seats where y/n has her head on peter’s shoulder while the others are also half-lounging on each other, and everyone is asleep <3

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Another Chance: Pt. 4

A/n: Sorry it's been a while! I've been super busy, I was on a trip for the past four days, but I'll stop making excuses because I know the only reason you're here is for the fic so lets get to it!

Warnings: None really. Mentions of cussing I guess.

(Oh and sorry it's super short, I just wanted a cliffhanger to hurt you guys)

You blinked.

The engine room. You were in the engine room.

You heard Romanoff groan, and you rushed to your feet. You scanned the room, and saw Romanoff. And Banner, who was breathing heavily, probably had a heavy landing.

And his eyes were green.

Not natural green. Hulk green.

“I'm okay. We're okay, right?” Romanoff looked towards you. You nodded quickly.

You can see Dr. Banner struggle to remain human.

“Doctor... Bruce, you gotta fight it. This is just what Loki wants. We're gonna be okay. Listen to me.” Romanoff coaxes Banner, quickly waving away two agents that run in to check in, and they bolt out of there. You wondered for a split second if you should join them, but you know you should stay near the Hulk. “We're gonna be okay. Right? I swear on my life I will get you out of this, you will walk away, and never-”

“Your life?” Dr. Banner growled. You can hear the bitter amusement in his voice.

You nearly get thrown off your feet as the ship gets rocked by another explosion.

And then the lights went out.

“Bruce.” Agent Romanoff pleaded.

You can’t see it, but you can hear Dr. Banner growling. Not Dr. Banner.

The Hulk.

And then something clicked.

Not a sound, but it felt like something inside of you just clicked. You just… Knew where they were, and everything in the room was. It felt weird, but somehow normal. Like meeting someone you knew, but not realizing you knew them.

Agent Romanoff was struggling to get free of some rubble. And you could tell. And then she stopped.

You had no idea what to do as the Hulk turned towards you and Romanoff.

Romanoff looked towards you. And you kind of knew, like with how you could tell where they were, but you just knew, you knew, that she would run up the stairs, and wanted you to follow.

And she did just that. She bolted up the stairs, and you followed, and you could hear the Hulk behind you.

“Do whatever I do” She whispered.

You followed her underneath a turbine, and crawled through the maze of pipes.

Romanoff dropped underneath the catwalks, landing her signature pose. You never understood why she did it, but you copied, without the pose, and ran behind her.

“Good job” She told you, not bothering to look back at you.

She does however, turn when the sound of the Hulk roaring echoes throughout the carrier.

“Hold it” She said, and you stopped in your tracks. “Hope you’re not claustrophobic, cause you need to follow me again.”

You copied her movements, crawling underneath the catwalks, when she stopped.

The room vibrated.

She stepped up onto one of the catwalks, and pulled the gun out of her holster.

And then you heard the Hulk.

She fired a shot into a tank, and then it hit the Hulk in the face.

And he smashed the heck out of it.

You stayed down, not realizing you had disobeyed Agent Romanoff’s orders. And then you did realize.

You were about to follow when you heard the Hulk.

You turned around, and ran.

“God dammit, Fury, why didn’t you trust me enough to give me comms?” You muttered angrily, adding a couple profanities at the end of your sentence.

You had no idea where anyone was or what to do.

Agents were running in all directions, but mostly behind you, with directions of what to do or not. You were a part of the latter.

And then you saw what they were running from.

Loki

“Hello” He said gently, as you skidded to a halt about six feet in front of him.

You took a shaky breath.

“Please. You don’t need to do this.”

“Unfortunately, I do” He stepped towards you and you took a few steps forward.

And then your eyes landed on it.

The scepter.

And you felt frozen in place. You couldn’t explain it, but you did.

He took a couple more steps, only a foot or so away from you.

And you were terrified.

Fully, completely terrified.

He held up the scepter, and held it at the tip of your chest. “I’m sorry” Loki said softly, and the tip pressed into your chest.

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Heroes

Pairing: Stripper!Bucky Barnes x Reader x Stripper!Steve Rogers

Rating: 18+, Minors DNI

Warnings: Adult situations, alcohol consumption, allusion to mild cheating(??). More to be added later.

Summary: It’s your friend’s birthday and you’re dragged to the Heroes club. You’re not one for that kind of place, but you quickly change your mind after you get to play the damsel in distress for a pair of Brooklyn babes.

a/n: Unbeta’d, any mistakes are my own and please forgive me. This is the second story I’ve written in a while. Forgive me?

You normally don’t go to these sorts of places but it was your friend’s 30th birthday and it was on her bucket list. Luckily, you weren’t talked into planning any of it, just had to toss in some cash for the fee to get in and the never ending flow of drinks, plus the very special Birthday Girl Dance package.

It took you three years after the second Magic Mike movie came out to watch the first one. The idea of male strippers seemed odd. But, when you really thought about it, so did female strippers.

Nevertheless, the night ultimately wasn’t about you, it was about your friend and her birthday. You were happy to be there with your friends, enjoying the celebration and drinks, seeing hot guys take off their clothes was a weird added bonus.

Heroes was the club to go if you wanted to see buff dudes bare it all. Tara, the birthday girl, had been raving about it for months. She found videos of it online and shared them in your group chat. That, of course, had your other friends looking for more videos and all of them started to have their favorites.

“Girl, some of them even give private shows,” Sonya, the oldest and who was supposed to be the responsible one of your group, mock-whispered excitedly.

You tried not to roll your eyes as your gang was escorted to the front table near the stage. It was a semicircular booth where small round tables came up from the floor, big enough for drinks, but small and spaced out enough to allow for bodies to move around and in between.

Your host was a slender built guy on the younger side, barely old enough to be allowed in. He had a baby face and a boyish smile, but his muscles were well defined as the club forced him to be shirtless save for the small bow tie around his neck with a spider in the middle, and the tiny pair of shorts that cupped his rear which stayed there by what you guessed was his will or magic. Maybe both.

“Here you are, ladies,” he guided, instructing Tara to take her seat near the middle. “The name’s Peter- uh Spider-Man. I’ll be taking care of you tonight.”

That set off a fit of giggles from your friends which caused a full body flush from your waiter. His embarrassment tugged at your heartstrings. “New at this, Mr. Spider,” you asked.

His flush darkened and he rubbed absently at the back at his neck after he passed out the menus. “It’s Spider-Man,” he corrected you, “but is it that obvious?” You tilted your head and scrunched up your nose, parting your pointer and thumb a small ways apart. He laughed in return, his shoulders relaxing a little. You gave him a wink and a smile before the rest of your friends attacked the poor kid with their drink and food orders.

You felt sorry for the guy, but he seemed to have loosened up a bit since your small, playful banter and your friends ate up his boyish charm.

While you waited for your turn to order, you looked around the club to find its sleek design, not something you thought a strip club would offer. The walls were painted black, accented by silver framed posters of the dancers. Above each were white neon lights that spelt out their Hero name.

The rest of the booths were like your own, made of soft black cushions, black metal bases which were illuminated underneath by white light. The tables that sprang from the ground were polished silver necks with textured tempered glass tops to keep drink slipping and spilling to a minimum.

Of course, all of the booths surrounded the stage, which was mostly closed off by a thick black curtain, save for the large catwalk that split half of the sitting area in two. It was wide enough to fit three large men comfortably across it, shoulder to shoulder, and from some of the videos your group shared, they had done so before.

When Peter- there was no way you were going to refer to him by his Hero name- got to your order last, you could hear other rowdy groups start to file in. A couple of bachelorette parties, a girl’s 21st birthday, and a Happy Divorce Finalization Day were all joining you. Your friends quickly became friends with everyone in the room, so even if the show sucked, at least all of you could get drunk and have fun.

“Excuse me, ladies,” a voice rang out above you. Cheers burst from the crowd and every light in the room popped out and stayed out until the room fell silent. “Now that I have your attention…” A tall, dark man walked out from the split of the curtains. He wore a wireless microphone over his ear, an eyepatch over his eye which rested just above a self assured smile. Dressed in a fitted pair of leather pants and combat boots, he strode to the center crossroads of the stage and catwalk, “My name is Director Fury. I will be introducing you to your Heroes tonight.” He paused for another round of catcalls. “And hopefully we can save you from the Villains, too.” That drew out louder screams from the crowd.

“Now, what do we do to the bad girls like you,” he paused, looking pointedly to the crowd, “we contain,” he pulled a piece of rope from the back of his pants and tossed it into a group nearby, “detain,” he pulled out cuffs and twirled them around a finger before he threw those out as well, “and entertain.” With that, the bass dropped and the curtain flew open, behind Director Fury were the Heroes (and Villains) in all of their sweat slicked glory.

Once the Director stepped aside, the seven dancers on stage began their opening routine. Dressed in black vests and tear-away leather pants, the men paraded around the stage and catwalk to the thump of the music, pulling off pieces of their clothing as they went. The women around you went wild, snatching at whatever was tossed their way, fighting playfully for it. While it seemed incredibly silly, Tara was having the time of her life and you absently sipped at your Tequila Sunrise while you scrolled on your phone.

The dance number finished not two minutes later with a screaming cheer and standing ovation from the rest of the already slightly tipsy crowd. Director Fury came out while the dancers disappeared into the back to get ready, he worked the crowd, mentioning the brides-to-be and promised them a very special wedding gift before the night was over. “But I heard there were a couple of birthdays here,” Fury said, looking between your group and the one behind you. “Now, I’m going to get the young gun back there in a moment, but… a little bird told me that you,” he pointed to your friend, “are a very big fan of our first Hero of the night.”

Tara squealed and stood up, “Fuck yes, I am. God bless Captain America! ...and dat ass!”

It was obvious that Director Fury was trying to keep his composure, but the corners of his lips twitched like he wanted to join in on the laughter from the crowd. “Well, he is certainly blessed,” he replied, “and ladies, you will be, too, when you see him at full salute.” He winked and started to walk off stage, “Captain? Duty calls…”

Some sort of abomination of the Star Spangled Banner started to play, remixed with drum and bass. You looked up to see what kind of horror show would come from something treasonous as what bled from the speakers around you, you were met with over six feet of muscle covered in a fitted blue suit, fingerless leather gloves on his hands, and a round metal shield on his back painted red, white, and blue.

The Captain’s background was what looked like a large war ship with painted ski-masked bad guys spread throughout the levels. His stage allowed him ramps and poles to move up and down, which he used freely. He used a mixture of acrobatics and dance to move across the stage, tossing the shield around, “fighting off the bad guys” and losing his clothes in the process. By the end of the song he was left in just the leather gloves and a very tight pair of shorts, much like the ones Peter wore, except the Captains had the same pattern of his shield printed across the backside.

Tara’s screams knocked you out of your daze and you realized you hadn’t stared down at your phone at all during the Captain’s dance. You watched all five minutes of it and couldn’t tear your eyes away. Heroes wasn’t about getting drunk women horny, they wanted to put on a show, too. You clapped lightly, though it was drowned out by the cheering around you, but unbeknownst to you, it wasn’t unnoticed.

Fury was out once again and he brought up the first bachelorette of the night. He put her in a chair on the catwalk and gave her a candy-garterbelt. Then he asked her waiter, a guy named “Ant Man”, to remove it with only his tongue, which he happily obliged.

Peter cut off your view with another drink, one you didn’t order. “On the house,” he said with a lopsided grin and placed the red, white, and blue layered drink next to your nearly empty Sunrise. Before you could ask him who ordered it, the candy garterbelt was being tugged between the bachelorette and her waiter. It ended in a tongue-y kiss and the ladies went wild.

“Let’s hope her future husband doesn’t mind,” you muttered and turned your attention to your phone once again. Director Fury, thankfully, broke up the awkward scene on stage and began to introduce the next dancers. It was a pair, brothers, apparently, and they worked on the good versus bad troupe. Thor and Loki were opposites in every sense of the word. Thor was a large blond with a commanding presence. He had a bright smile and sun kissed skin that looked great in his red and gold trimmed briefs. But his brother was slender, graceful - almost cat-like, with dark hair and a mischievous grin all wrapped in flawless alabaster skin. They didn’t look like brothers, but they moved around each other like they had been together all of their lives, and knew each other’s moves.

You only caught half of their story, as you were already halfway done with, what you found out was called the American Glory drink, and half wondered if that was what Captain America tasted like. Fury was up again and had the young lady celebrating her 21st birthday take two shots and lick the salt from Thor and Loki’s still sweaty chests.

Peter found his way in front of you again and said that someone needed to talk to you about your card being declined. You frowned and excused yourself from your friends to find out what was going on. There shouldn’t have been a problem, you got paid the day before, there was plenty of money in your account.

You were taken to a hall that connected what seemed like offices, the dressing room, and the route to the backstage. “Sorry,” Peter said sheepishly, “they said this was the only way to get you back here. Gotta go.” He waved and jogged back out to the lobby.

Confused, you were about to shout out after him when you felt a tap on your shoulder. When you turned, you faced that wall of American muscle beaming down at you. “Hey there,” he greeted, a smile almost blinding you from its perfection. “Don’t be too mad at the kid, I asked him to get you back here.”

“What,” was all you could get out. He was thankfully dressed, but his muscles were straining against the white tshirt and the gym shorts did not hide the package he carried. Even with all of that, what mesmerized you most was his eyes, sparkling blue and bright with amusement.

“This next bit requires audience participation and he had someone in mind,” the Captain replied like he explained everything.

“We had someone in mind,” a voice corrected behind the door you two stood near. You tore your eyes away from the blond and eyed the wood barrier suspiciously.

“Don’t worry,” Captain America laughed, capturing your attention once again, “it’s nothing too dangerous or embarrassing. You just have to sit there, pretend to be tied up, and me and Buck will dance around you.” He put his hands on his hips and tilted his head in thought, “Well, actually, you really will be tied up, but we promise we’ll let you go once we’re done.”

“Or not, if you don’t want us to,” came the voice again, which made the Captain laugh.

You blinked up at him and frowned, “What’s the catch?”

“There’s no catch,” he shook his head. “We might dance on you a little, if you don’t mind, the crowd likes it. But if not, we can work around that.” The thought of Captain America in those tiny shorts grinding on you was a very nice thought.

“‘Sfine,” you shrugged.

He beamed and reached out to squeeze you on the shoulder, his touch lingering and his thumb running along your collarbone. “I’ll let the stage team know.” Reluctantly, he dropped his hand and knocked on the door next to you both, “Five minutes.” When he heard a ‘yeah, got it’, the Captain motioned you to follow him.

The stage crew took over and the Captain disappeared to get ready. You were told about the chair you’d be sitting in, the rope that would be tied around your chest and if you would be okay with it. There was some hesitation on your part, but ultimately you agreed. They brought you on stage, a winter wonderland of sorts and placed you on a log-like chair. The rope wasn’t tight, but it was obvious you were the damsel in distress.

“One of you was taken,” Director Fury said from the other side of the curtain in front of you, “by The Winter Soldat. Will she survive? Will she be saved?” All of the lights turn off once again and an industrial heavy beat thrummed through the speakers, rattling your bones. Red stage lights shone down on you when the curtain pulled open and your friends lost their minds.

To your right you saw a figure stalk out of the dark, red light bouncing off a silver metal arm. A mask covered the lower half of his face, but his eyes were trained on you like you were prey. His black muscle shirt clung tightly to his chest, one sleeve missing to show off his arm, and his black tactical pants stretched against his thick thighs. You could feel the shaking of the stage from the stomps of his booted feet.

Eyes wide, you stared at him until he stopped short of your chair on cue with the music. His nostrils flared lightly before he moved again, the music flowing with him. He slung one leg over the side over your chair, straddling you. The metal arm clamped the wooden back rest of the chair and he narrowed his gaze. Lights flash around you, strobing from red to white and back again until they settle on the house lights.

Soldat began to roll his body with the tempo, blue eyes locked with yours. You could hear the screams behind him as he dancing, but neither of you were paying attention.

His hips circled until he’s seated on your lap, you’re practically nose to nose. He brought his flesh hand to the side of your face and you could feel it trembling against your skin. With him that close you could hear him mutter in some other language that isn’t English, you’re guessing Russian, but you’re not sure. Either way, you felt crushed by his weight and you liked it. You didn't want him to go.

But the music changed and the lights started to flash again, red, white, and now blue mixed in. Captain America joined the two of you on stage and Soldat slipped from your lap. Just as Thor and Loki had before, these two moved around each other like they were made from the same mold.

During the fight, pieces of clothing were tossed aside and at one point you were freed from your bonds. Soldat pulled you up from your chair and up against his chest, your backside pressed so tightly against him you could almost feel his heartbeat. He moved you with him as he continued to fight the Captain.

Until seconds before the song ended and the music swelled, the Captain landed one good blow to Soldat and sandwiched you between them. The Winter Soldier recalibrated and recognized his old friend and you. He pulled the Captain into a big bear hug and then picked you up bridal style, taking you off stage with cheers from the crowd.

Once you’re all off stage, he sat you down with a hearty laugh. “You did a fantastic job, sweetheart,” the Soldier praised, running his metal hand through his chin length brown hair. “Couldn’t have asked for a better dance partner.” Flushed from embarrassment and arousal, you continued to stare at him until you were joined by the Captain. “I told you she’d be great, didn’t I?”

“Yeah, Buck, you know how to pick ‘em,” the blond agreed with a smile.

“Thanks,” you replied breathlessly, finally coming out of your stupor. “That was… fun. I’m just going to go back to my seat now, I guess.”

“Wait,” the one named “Buck” jumped to stop you, “we were wondering if you wanted a private show?” You heard about those from Tara. You knew that they were exclusive and very expensive… and sometimes had happy endings. They seemed to sense your hesitation because they both added in unison as they eyed you up like you were a four course meal, “For free.”

“I never turn down free anything,” you shrugged. The pair turned to look at each other and their smiles turned to wicked grins. You aren’t sure what you got yourself into, but you’re pretty sure you were going to enjoy it.

a/n: Part Two coming soon... with smut!

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