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angelltheninth · 4 months
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MCU Characters During a Blackout
Pairing: Steve Rogers, Bucky Barnes, Sam Willson, Loki, Thor, Natasha Romanoff, Stephen Strange, Peter Parker, Shang-Chi x Reader
Tags: fluff, cuddles, kissing, telling stories, protectiveness, literal sleeping together, warm drinks, power-use, teasing, sharing clothes
A/N: I don't know why Tumblr forced Labels on a few of these even though they had nothing but fluff but hopefully these are ok. What's the matter Tumblr? Too many hot characters for you?
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Steve never wants you to be scared of a blackout. It's most likely just a power issue, if it was anything really bad he would have already gotten the call to action to stop it. Since there's nothing better for the two of you to do than wait for the power to come back why not cuddle up for a bit, he can tell you funny stories from his meetings and missions with his friends. He always wants to cuddle with you, to feel warm next to you instead of remembering the cold.
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Bucky hopes you're not scared of the dark cause it looks like the powers gonna be out for a while. While it is he can light up some candles for the two of you, get the mood real romantic. For what you may ask? For all the kisses he's gonna give you today. You'll probably get tired of them by the time the power gets back but it's the price you'll just have to pay. It is a really hard task to do, so he'll need encouragement for a few hours.
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Sam doesn't see much point in worrying about it. This could be a good opportunity for the two of you to talk more often. He misses you if he's being perfectly honest. He wants to talk to you when it's not just over the phone or late at night when he comes back. Both of you are usually pretty busy so now you can take it easy for a bit, no phone calls, no one to interrupt you. You can also get the occasional kiss if you really want, not like he could resist a cutie like you.
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Loki takes this as a chance to tease the hell out of you. You can't escape his teasing when you can see him, let alone now. You feel kisses in the dark, his hands pulling you down onto him, then his whispers teasing you, making you all warm and hot under him. Alone in the dark, there are quite a few things you could do together, but it might be a bit clumsy, well for you at least, unless you memorized his body like he did yours.
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Thor lifts you in his arms and carries you to bed. If there's a blackout there's really nothing for the two of you do other than bedroom activities. Sleeping of course. Get your mind out of the gutter for a bit. After you sleep you can tell him what you dreamt about and if it involved him in any special way. He always dreams about you, but he doesn't tell you all of the details. Perhaps now would be a good time to do so, but you first. And for that you got to sleep a bit.
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Natasha promises to keep you safe until the power gets back on. She knows some people can get scared of the dark, especially when it's sudden like this. You have nothing to be scared of when you've got her by your side. Other than that her laptop still works and there are quite a few movies on there that you can pick from, maybe you can watch one to pass the time, or watch funny videos, something to take your mind off the darkness.
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Stephen uses his magic to make balls of light that follow the two of you around when you walk so you don't run into anything and get hurt. He can heal you if it happens but it's better to prevent it. With his powers there's no blackout in his house really, but it's not fully lit up. It's almost like mood lighting when you really think about it. See, he can be romantic when he wants to be. Okay no, he didn't think about that part but it's a nice thought to have.
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Peter makes you both a few cups of warm drinks to share while you wait for the power to come back on. Getting warm and cozy is the best thing to do now. The drinks are a little bit sweet, that way when you kiss the kisses will taste just a tiny lit sweeter then usual. He didn't plan that, honestly, but not that you said it yes, it's a very good benefit to have. He almost doesn't want the power to come back on, he's way too cozy with you against him.
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Shang-Chi gives you his big hoodie so you're not cold while the power is still out. He knows you most likely wouldn't get sick but just knowing that you're wearing his clothes makes him happy. And if you get too warm he will be more than happy to take it off you as well. You know since there's a blackout he can't really do his usual training routine, but there are many other ways to work up a sweat. You can still wear his hoodie during it.
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thigh riding headcanons ; original avengers & loki (18+)
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kinktober day twenty five extra
pairing ; bruce banner x gender neutral!reader, clint barton x gender neutral!reader, loki laufeyson x gender neutral!reader, natasha romanov x gender neutral!reader, steve rogers x gender neutral!reader, thor odinson x gender neutral!reader, tony stark x gender neutral!reader
note ; minors and ageless blogs will be blocked
bruce banner
thigh riding is the safest way for bruce to pleasure you because there’s very minimal risk of him hulking out and hurting you
it also allows you both to work around his busy schedule and the state of exhaustion it leaves him in
like he can just lay back in bed in his pyjamas and let you take care of yourself with minimal work on his end whilst he just praises and encourages you in equal measure
or you can just straddle him when he’s at his desk in the lab and take care of yourself whilst he works on some paperwork — one arm holding you steady against his chest whilst the other works on whatever s.h.i.e.l.d assigned to him
he also just enjoys seeing you ride his thighs because he gets a perfect view of every expression and reaction you give him
clint barton
thigh riding is usually used as a type of foreplay for clint or just as a way for you both to get off when you’re both too tired or too busy to do anything else
it’s usually very messy and clumsy, filled with lazily wandering hands and sloppy kisses as you love against each other
he’ll be half guiding you, half letting you take control — getting pleasure both from pleasuring you and from the minimal friction caused by you brushing against his clothes crotch
clint isn’t necessarily talkative when you guys do this, but he does tend to let out a good few grunts, groans and muffled moans that sound vaguely like your name
big on teasing you about it after the fact either through outright stating how good you looked/sounded/felt or by slapping/pinching/patting your ass as a sign of appreciation
loki laufeyson
thigh riding is an act that loki can either take or leave depending on your preferences
like he doesn’t dislike it, and in fact would quite enjoy to see you pleasuring yourself on his thigh — so desperate for him that you can get off without much intervention so long as he’s there
but he solidly prefers oral and penetrative sex to thigh riding
that being said, if you were to ask him he’d be more than happy to oblige — spreading his legs wide to accommodate you where he’s sat and patting one thigh in an inviting gesture be treated by the smug, mischievous smirk that graces his features
he’d either give you his complete attention or none at all; either returning his focus back to whatever it was he was doing beforehand (likely reading a book) and allowing you to take what you needed from him, or taking complete control and guiding you every step of the way as you get off on his thigh
the former is a subtle way to humiliate you and get you to beg for him — to show off the effect he has on you without him having to say a word (you can’t get off without him yet you’re eager enough to soil his clothes with your desperation)
and the latter is a complete show of his dominant nature: large hands grasping at your waist or hips to hold you in place with no room for argument, piercing eyes shamelessly looking over every inch of your body, strong thigh pressed up against your clothed sex and silver tongue teasing and mocking you for your desperation
either way, your climax will come on his terms and you’ll be receiving plentiful teasing commentary before, during and after the fact (including remarks about you returning the favour in due time)
natasha romanov
thigh riding is something that nat enjoys being on the giving and receiving end of depending on her mood
if you’ve been good or she’s too tired to have sex with you, she’ll instruct you to straddle her thigh and ride it — keeping one hand on your hip to maintain control as she lets you take what you need
though this doesn’t mean she’ll let you get away with anything — you’re still very much so at her mercy even if you’re on top, so expect to be given instructions to follow and proper punishments if you fail to do so
even if your relationship is more vanilla, nat would still maintain this air of dominance she’d just lay off the punishments
if she were to ride you, however, it’s usually due to a combination of your misbehaviour and her need for release
as in she’ll straddle you and take whatever pleasure she wants, allowing you to see her completely bare and horny, but forbidding you from touching her and denying you that same release in return (i.e. you can see her but you cannot touch her)
steve rogers
thigh riding is a completely alien concept to steve and would only really be done if he’s too busy to tend to you otherwise (such as if he’s prepping for a mission and has been neglecting you)
doesn’t really guide you as he trusts you enough to let you take what you need, but will have one hand lightly gripping your waist to make sure you don’t fall
will dutifully follow any requests you make of him — though he will 100% get rather red in the face and stammer slightly through his “of course”s and “like that?”s
and whilst he does try to get his work done, he can’t help but get distracted and aroused by the sounds you’re making and the feeling of you sliding along his thigh — especially if you’re leaving a wet patch behind
so despite his best efforts, no more work will be done after this as thigh riding will usually precede love making unless he’s physically unable to do so for some reason
thor odinson
thor is always eager to please you and can get off on giving pleasure alone, so thigh riding would be something he’d happy to try with you
starts off very chatty and vocal, one hand leisurely resting on the small of your back as he praises and compliments you in every tongue he knows — only occasionally breaking it up with questions about if you’d like him to do anything
trusts you to take the reins for the most part, but will sometimes move his thigh up to meet you just to get a reaction out of you
well he tries to hand over the reins, but after a while the combined friction of your leg accidentally brushing against his crotch and the feeling of your arousal through his clothes starts to get the better of him and he starts to take control
of course he’s still chasing your high, but the way his large hands are gripping your waist and his mouth is crashing against yours — successfully muffling the loud groans and grunts he’s making — may be enough to convince you otherwise
but either way you’ll end up reaching your high soon enough, with plentiful bruises on your hips and the swollen lips to prove it
tony stark
tony tends to treat thigh riding as a type of foreplay or one way of him to meet you in the middle if you have a higher libido — which would be shocking considering his reputation
he doesn’t really get too much pleasure out of having you ride him, but he’s not shy about enjoying the view - tending to lean back on his forearms and letting you take what you need
shamelessly looks you up and down and is very big on dirty talk when you’re riding his thighs — commenting on how he can feel you through his clothes and telling you to just “take what you need honey/babe/etc.” whilst he relaxes
as foreplay he’d be much more involved, using it as a way to make sure you’re prepped and excited beforehand by moving with you and reaching down to play with you through your clothes as you grind against him
but either way this man will not be subtle about how much he loves seeing you come undone on top of him
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weyirn · 10 months
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Hello!! Hope you’re doing well :)) If you could, could I please ask for a marvel men x male reader where the reader is a pianist and has really pretty hands, and when he’s practicing at home, his brain is just switched off and is only looking at the piano until someone makes a sound, and gets super flustered? It’s sorta like a scenario+headcanon now so sorry :,) thanks if you can and please take your time :))
Hi!! Thank you, I hope you're doing as well!! I hope I did this request right-
Marvel Men x Male!Reader
Pianist Boyfriend Scenarios
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☆Steve leans against the door frame, watching you play, not wanting to interrupt you. When you stop and stare at the piano keys, he says, "need bit of a break from playing?"
You stiff up from hearing his voice, hoping that he didn't see you just stare off into space for a couple of minutes...But you soon relax, remembering that Steve wouldn't judge you. The thought doesn't stop you from getting all flustered, though.
"I...probably," you mumble. Your brain had suddenly switched off, and you couldn't think of anything else to play.
"Hey," his voice is soft, "it's alright to take a break. You played very well. You've earned it," he said with a chuckle.
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❄️Bucky wondered why you stopped playing... He looks at you in worry and steps forward, making you jump a little in the process.
"It's okay, it's just me," Bucky softly reassures you, trying to comfort you, noticing how flustered you are. He's more focused on comforting you and making you feel more comfortable more than anything else.
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💲As soon as you stopped playing, Tony slowly clapped his hands, making you jump a little. "Looks like you need an audience," he teases.
He grabs the nearest chair and takes a seat. "Go on. Play some more for me."
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🕸Peter stared in awe as he watched you play, only to stop and blink when you stopped playing. Maybe Y/N needs some time to think about what to play next? He thought.
He tries to silently leave, only to reiceve a loud creak from the floor boards in return. You turn around, only to see Peter, his cheeks flushed red in embarrassment. It seems he's just as flustered as you are.
"Uh...I was-I wasn't trying to spy on you or anything!" He stutters, trying to explain himself. "I just happened to hear you play and it sounded...nice."
"T-thank you," you say, your eyes wandering back to the piano keys.
"I-I play piano too, actually," Peter shyly smiles. "Would you.. like to play together?"
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Sam waited until your fingers were off the piano keys, and you were stuck staring at them. "You take requests?" He asked, smirking.
"Huh?" You questioned.
"If you happen to take any requests, I have a couple of songs for you to play..."
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🐜You weren't staring at the piano keys for very long, since Scott is pretty...loud and clumsy. He was impressed by your talent of playing the piano, but he didn't mean to interrupt like this, even if you stopped playing for just a bit.
"Sorry to interrupt!" He apologizes, getting ready to walk away, "u-uh, keep doing whatever you were doing, I'll just...get some things cleaned up for you..."
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💚 Bruce loves hearing you play piano. He wondered why you suddenly stopped and states blankly at the piano keys. He figured that you just ran out of ideas for the day.
"All burnt out?" He asked. "It's alright, I know how it feels," he reassures you.
You let out a shaky sigh. "I guess I am..."
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⚡️Thor's smile faded into a frown when you stopped playing. You heard him shuffle a bit, and as soon we turn your head, Thor is next to you, his hand on top of yours. "Please, do not stop, my love. You play beautifully."
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🐍You might have been staring at the piano keys for a long time, because Loki is very silent; he was standing there the whole time, wondering if rather or not you were thinking or just staring off into space...
Regardless, he coughs, causing you to whip your head around and look at him. He smiles at how flustered he's made you as he steps forward. "Do you...perhaps need some inspiration?"
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🖤It's difficult to ignore the quiet bickering from behind you. Apparently, Venom wouldn't stop whispering in his ear while Eddie was trying to hear you play. They were so engaged in their argument that they didn't even notice that you were staring at them, all flustered.
It wasn't until Venom told him that you were staring at them, and Eddie felt a little bothered by how he thought he interrupted you.
"We were just..." Eddie began, his gaze switching back and forth towards you and Venom. "Just wanted to see you play, that's all."
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mischiefmaker615 · 6 months
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Rating: R
Summary: Bon Appetite for a certain Frost Giant
‘’hey earth girl-‘’
A sultry voice from not to far away from your table grabbed your attention as you raised a brow and turned around. It was bad enough that the familiar hero Thor was being loud with his other companies when you were trying to enjoy a meal with your best friend in peace, but if someone was trying to flirt now, you were going to lose it-
Your cheeks reddened to see Loki, the famous Frost Giant and ally of Thor, leaning in the hall way talking on the phone with it barely visible in his huge hand. You quickly spun around and your friend burst out laughing to see your embarrassed face after having thrown an annoyed one a few seconds ago. How silly of you, thinking someone would ever try to flirt with ordinary you- let alone Loki the god of Mischief.
Getting rid of your reddened cheeks, you warned your friend to stop teasing you as you merely shrunk in your seat and tried ignoring the sound of Loki’s voice from behind, flirting with whoever the hell was on the phone. Quite the lucky woman honestly, Loki was drop dead gorgeous and a very powerful being to what he’s helped do with Thor and the safety of this planet. Its not like it could ever work between the two of you anyway.. your size differences would definitely cause some damage no matter how long the foreplay and prepping took.
The mere thoughts was enough to have your cheeks return to their crimson red embarrassment color and you quickly pulled your mind back to trying to listen to your friend talk. It didn’t last long though when you heard a shatter behind you, making you jump and look back around to where Loki was starring at the ground, making your eyes follow.
A phone was shattered between his feet, broken and your patience running thin as you gave a sigh. Its been quite the day, and the noise from the god of thunder and the embarrassment of thinking Loki would ever be flirting with you had you frustrated and far from having a better day. Standing up abruptly, you hid your irritation and gave an apologetic look to your friend as you excused yourself to the restroom.
Turning around, you head over to the hallway- which just so happens to be where Loki had been looming in and you stopped two feet in front of him. with his big frame, there was no way you could squeeze past him and you weren’t taken chances by stepping on the broken glass as you took a deep breath. Your eyes reached his, having to tilt your head up to merely look in his eyes as your presence grabbed his attention.
A brow had raised but his expression of wonder quickly changed to something else.. something he seemed to be trying to hide with a sly smile as his eyes began to roam. He was hot indeed, but he way he.. looked at you, was enough to make your skin crawl as you wrapped your arms around yourself and glanced beyond him.
‘’excuse me, I’d like to get by..’’ you say politely, shifting a little uncomfortably as you shyly looked at him. he was so.. tall.. big.. and drop dead gorgeous through and through.
Loki merely smiled and glanced down at the glass before he pressed himself up against the wall as much as he could before he offered a hand to you. ‘’allow me darling.’’
His extended hand made you raise a brow, looking over it before up in his eyes in wonder as if it were some sort of trick.
‘’I cant have you possibly tripping on shattered glass because of my clumsiness’’ he explained innocently, wanting to offer to help you step over it as you bit your lip.
Even with him close to the wall, his body still took up more than half of the entry way. Couldn’t hurt though with taking his assistance as you reached up and grasped one of his fingers, him having to hunch a bit for you to even reach his hand before he curled it ever so gently. Leading you carefully over, you made sure to look down at the ground and step over the glass, your body being close enough to his where you could feel the cold radiating off his body. This made you shiver and your eyes quickly switched up to his with parted lips, prepared on apologizing encase he found it rude but he merely chuckled and shook his head.
‘’its alright love, it must have been awhile since I’ve had someone help.. warm me up..’’ he teased, his voice getting low enough where it sounded exactly like his flirting tone back with the phone call. Tease or not, your cheeks reddened and you removed your hand quickly once you were past him in the hallway.
‘’well.. sorry about your phone, I’m sure one of the waitresses will clean it up for you.. er- have a nice day-‘’ you say quickly and turned your back on him, your cheeks getting accustomed to the new color they had practice using lately and shook your head at how you felt like an idiot. ‘have a nice day? Not a thank you at least? Gods Y/N you’re stupid-‘ you self loathed and entered the family bathroom to be alone.
Once you’ve calmed yourself down with your small alone time of just taking deep breaths, you prepared to go back out there until your phone buzzed.
“hey girl, family emergency. I took care of the bill and promise to make it up to you! Text me when you get home”
‘shit!’ you thought as you closed your eyes to take a deep breath. This was suppose to be a long night of fun and forgetting life’s hardships lately. You were already in a mood and now you got left with a night cut short. Of course.. it’s not her fault. You cant help family stuff.. you’d just go home and go to bed early- escape this world to your dreams where things usually weren’t as bad as here.
Grabbing your bag, you left the restroom and stopped short when you noticed all the lights where off and there was complete silence. The restaurant didn’t close for another 3 hours.. what the hell happened? you slowly stepped more into the hall, the glass at the entrance gone and no one in sight- as if the whole place closed with you locked inside. ‘great, what else could go wrong’ you sighed and carefully walked through the main room, being careful to go around tables and push in chairs as you passed.
‘front door locked, great.’ Another frustrated sigh. Perhaps the place had an emergency back door or something. Doing your best not to kill yourself walking in the dark, you made sure to run your hands on the passing furniture while you made yourself to the back where the kitchen was. This room was even darker than the dining area.
‘’you seem to be having quite the day, darling”
That voice. that chill. It was enough to make you jump and spin around to see the towering, looming figure practically pressed up against you if you hadn’t have taken a step back. ‘’L-Loki- its you..’’ you say in mild relief and glanced behind you. ‘’it seems like we’ve been locked it for some reason, do you know what’s going on?’’ you asked, turning back to look at him and his glowing red eyes was enough to make you shiver again.
He was calm.. to calm. Not a worry in the world as to what was going on here and you were pretty sure he had something to do with it. it was enough to make you take another step back and as he took a step forward as you did so, your heart rate picked up.
‘’you have quite the attitude darling, you seem to be desperately wanting to.. cool down.’’ He said with a low voice and you could practically see his smirk through the dark as your purse slid off your shoulder and down your arm to the ground where you were fine leaving it behind. You might need all the speed you could get as you continued backward as he pressed on.
‘’Loki this isn’t funny.. what’s going on?’’
‘’nothing indeed is funny darling, everything is entirely serious. I seem to be in need of a.. lady friend and they seem to be low in stock- no thanks to the connections of my brother and my broken phone.’’ He sighed, almost as if he had no choice in the matter as his eyes began roaming over you once more.
With shaky hands, you reach onto your pocket and extend your hand with your phone in it, your shaking subtly making itself know as well as your voice ‘’if you wish to borrow my phone then-‘’
‘’you are terrible at hiding your thoughts darling. Upon entering the building I could already feel irritation radiating off of you. Granted my brother is which the ear full, but the disappointment upon realizing I wasn’t speaking to you when I stepped aside to speak with Thor’s lady mortal was practically dripping off your mood. Tell me, do you find me that attractive, I, a frost giant and one that could merely crush you in a mere attempt of such an act, that you are publicly displaying your disappointed emotions for lack of attention?’’ he almost seemed to mock, toying with you as your steps halted when your back found the food prepping table.
‘’I wasn’t- I wasn’t aware that you could see me..’’ you said quietly, your eyes turning to avoid him and screaming at your brain to try to find a way out of this entire situation.
His pace stopped in front of you with a chuckle, the cold temperature off of him being felt once more as you shivered. ‘’so you do find me attractive?’’
Your fists clenched as they gripped the edge of the table behind you and you glared up at him. ‘’you are attractive Loki- and I can express any facial emotions as I please. Yes, I was disappointed that you weren’t speaking to me but I wasn’t entirely surprised and life moves on. How my day has been is none of your concern, happy? Now step aside so I can just go home-‘’ you snap, frustration and embarrassment radiating off of you as you make a move to walk around him but he merely cages you in by placing his hands against the table along side of you.
His expression his dangerous, looking over your facial features as if he was determining where to stab first but deep in his eyes you could almost see.. amusement. Was he taking you seriously? True you probably pissed him off, but people make faces over situations every day and they don’t call each other out. So what. The. Hell.
You leaned back though when he leaned forward, hunching down as his expression softened the closer he got to you and it made you close your eyes. Was he going to hurt you? Did you piss him off that much where he would consider crushing you- his deep inhale could be heard and it made you open your eyes with a raised brow, looking up at him with confusion as contentment filled his features as he looked back down at you softly.
‘’such an independent spirit, especially to a being much more powerful than you. Its one of the things that makes me amused with your kind and still makes me want to ravage you through and through like a stallion in heat..’’
There was no way in the nine realms that you heard him right as you looked up at him with growing fear. ‘’w-what-‘’
‘’you find yourself not worthy of love but darling I’ve shared that feeling for a very long time. broken beings recognize broken beings. That’s why I recognized your smile, people who are lonely and have suffered have the purest ones. Which is why we are compatible, and thus I will let you go only after I’ve given you what you want.’’
Your fingers gripped the edge of the table behind you as you looked at him as if he were crazy but you knew he was dead serious. He almost spoke like he was reading right through you despite just meeting not to long ago. Could one really pick up on things by a mere look or smile? What did he want out of this?
‘’..and what is that?’’
Loki smirked as his eyes wandered over your features in amusement and admiration. Keeping his hands resting beside you in your cage, he straightened a little so his body stood closer and that his height was accommodated where he could look down at you. You were reminded just how tall Frost Giants could be and right then you felt like you had just shrunk as you bit your lip and held still.
‘’you wish for relief, for at least a moment of pleasure through your miserable feeling and day you’ve been having. I could help you forget, even if it is but a mere moment..’’ his voice lowered to a whisper as you looked up at him, almost as if his voice alone was making your body calm and your eyes fluttering to try to hold attention.
‘’how?..’’ you asked with hesitation.
His eyes slowly dropped down to between your legs with a smirk tugging at his lips, his eyes slowly dragging back up to your own and your legs squeezed together as your breath hitched.
‘’wha- that’s impossible- you won’t-‘’ your stutter got cut off by his chuckle as he merely shook his head with a gentle look.
‘’I am quite aware of that darling and don’t intend on breaking you love, but there are other methods to make our goals possible..’’
Your lips parted, wondering why a no didn’t come out of them as you felt the redness creep up in your cheeks and you glanced away from him. ‘’..and what.. do you get out of this exactly?..’’
There was that famous smirk. ‘’a bit of pleasure myself. A woman’s pleasure is my pleasure..’’
You looked at him and felt your body shaking with reddened cheeks as your eyes moved back to look at him. if you wanted to say no, you already would have and you knew Loki knew that. You felt large hands slowly rest against your hips and slide down to your ass and as your breath hitched, you were lifted and set down before you back laid against the table.
Your legs were the only things hanging off with Loki right in between them as your hands gripped the edges at your sides and your lips parted as Loki’s hands then traveled up to find the top of your jeans, your shoes already having slipped off the moment he had picked you up. ‘’I-I..’’
‘’oh darling, such a strong spirit you have but there’s part of you that wants this.. part of you yearns to summit to me, to give in.. and that is the part i intend to find tonight.'' He purred and with one yank, your jeans came off and behind him in history.
‘’oh quite the lacey pair darling, it was almost as if you were begging for this moment to happen..’’ he cooed as he kissed your inner thighs, your breath hitching at his temperature and felt him smile against your skin as he glided his hands back up your thighs to grip your panties next.
‘’I d-didn’t know you were going to even be here-‘’
‘’then perhaps you are having a lucky day, in more ways than one..’’ he teased as you shyly looked at him by resting against your elbows and he removed your panties.
The look his eyes gave as they flicked up at you and the grin that spread over his lips was enough to make you absolutely faint as he gave each of your thighs a kiss before draping each over his shoulders. ‘’your deliciously beautiful darling, I’m surprised I didn’t find your name on the menu’’ he teased, your lips parting to speak before his own found your cunt, cutting your words short if you would have found any.
His tongue ran flat up and down your cunt, our fingers tightening against the edge of the table as his temperature ran cold but not enough to give you frost bite. Your warmth and his cold gave the perfect combination as he sucked at your clit, humming against your pussy and sending vibrations practically to your core as your back arched on the table.
Your lips fell open and your eyes fluttered closed as he took turns sucking and his tongue flicking against your clit. His hands squeezed your ass and ran against your thighs to run his nails gently against your skin as he lapped you, moans leaving your mouth as all alarms fell silent from your brain on the situation at hand. All your body wanted now was release and pleasure by falling off that glorious edge he was pushing you towards.
His tongue ran down, tongue fucking you deep and slow before he would switch and run up again to caress your clit, your body shivering now as your heart rate picked up. Your hands flew down, gripping the horns on his helmet as you moaned, feeling him flash a smirk against your cunt as the pleasure and pressure began to build between your thighs. Your pussy was weeping, practically begging him to keep going as he slowed and quickened his pace, teasing you by keeping you right where he wanted at that glorious edge but not enough to push you off as you began to pant.
‘’p-please.. please Loki.. gods don’t stop..’’ you breathed out and he began kissing at your clit with his eyes moving up to lock eyes on you.
‘’it’s glorious darling, how easy I can prolong what you crave, keep you here as long as you wish until you finally get what you want. Do you want to cum darling? Do you want the orgasm you body begs for or shall I keep you here all to myself, keeping you hostage at that beautiful point in which you crave to fall from..’’
‘’gods please Loki! Please I beg you.. let me cum! Please my god..’’ you pant in desperate moans as he circles your clit with the tip of his tongue before he smirks.
‘’good girl, now cum for your god..’’ he growls before his head dips back down to lap at your cunt at a fast pace, giving you just what you needed as your orgasm came hard, practically making you scream his name as you squeezed your thighs, his hands keeping them parted as he continued his tongue caresses.
Your body shook as it hit you in waves, a hand gripping the table edge while the other flew to grip one of his horns as you panted and your vision danced. God he was good.. to good and he made well on his promise as your mood had lifted as well as the look in your eyes as he lifted his head slowly once you were down from your high to look into them.
‘’that’s the look you should always have darling, content and absolutely fucked out’’ he smirked as he leaned over the table now and rest each of his hands beside your shoulders, caging you under him as he drank in the sight of you. Your eyes gazed up at him, regaining yourself as you tried to process exactly what had just happened, especially when that wide, hungry grin returned back on his lips.
‘’but I’m sure we can do better than that love, let me show you the true meaning of being.. fucked out..’’
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ladychota · 8 months
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Memories
Pairing - Loki x Female Reader
Warnings - Drunk reader (lmk if you want me to add anything)
Summary - After getting drunk, Y/n seeks out the person she misses most.
Word Count - 900
A/N - I had this idea after listening to the song 'Memories' by Conan Gray on repeat so hopefully it's okay, I'm having a bit of writers block atm 😭
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You stumble down the street, not entirely sure where you're going. Okay, maybe that's a lie. You do know where you're going, but you can't seem to stop yourself. 
It's late. Very late. And it's raining, fat blobs of water tumbling from the sky and landing on your face and shoulders and clothes. A shiver ripples through your body.
Your hand trails along the wall of a building, your fingertips collecting the grime. The world seems to swerve and tip a little around you, but you don't really care. You know the way there like the back of your hand.
Before you know it, you're at that familiar chipped, black door, using the doorframe to keep you upright as you ring the bell.
It takes a moment for him to get to the door and open it, revealing to you the green eyes and ebony black hair you've missed so much. A clumsy smile spreads across your face.
Loki freezes for a moment, his brow furrowing in confusion. "Y/n? What are you doing here?"
"I just wanna talk," Your words are slow and mix together easily; just like squash and water.
"Are you drunk?" He asks now, moving to lean against the doorframe.
"Noooooo," You slur, blinking to try to keep your vision in focus. "Why on Earth would I be drunk?"
A shiver runs through you again, the rain starting to fall heavier over your already drenched body.
"Wow," You laugh, looking around at the wet surroundings. "Is your bro upset or some shit?"
Loki sighs and moves out of the way, gesturing for you to come in. "You can come in, just don't be too noisy. I don't need any more complaints from my neighbours,"
"You've got complaints for being too noisy?" You ask, knowing how quiet he is. You pull off your rain-ruined pumps and put them as neatly as your drunken brain will allow by his shoe rack.
"I actually got complaints because of Thor,"
"Ohhhh," You walk further into Loki's apartment, enjoying the familiarity. It's been a couple months since you've been here... you didn't dare come back after the break up.
You're ushered into the kitchen, where Loki brews you a nice, warm mug of tea. You sit at his breakfast bar, sipping it and feeling it warm your insides.
"So," He starts. "Are you going to elaborate on why you're here?"
"I said," You take another sip. "I just wanna talk,"
"About what?"
You shrug. "I didn't have anything in mind,"
Loki sighs and rubs his temples. "So you came here from where?"
"The club I think... or it might've been somewhere else,"
"Who were you with?"
"Nat and Wanda,"
"And what happened to them?"
You freeze, mug halfway to your lips. That's a good question. You last remember talking to them... when did you last talk to them? You purse your lips, setting the cup back on the counter.
"What's with all the questions?" You groan as your vision begins to swim. "Are you a..." You wave your hands in the air, trying to think of the correct word. "Person with the flashy car?"
"Flashy car...? Oh, a cop?"
"Bingo! Ding, ding, ding! I am the weakest link, goodbye," You place your head on the table, your swimming vision only worsening.
Loki sighs. "Okay, I think it's time for you to go home,"
"Noooo," You protest, a round of hiccups starting.
"Well, where else are you going to go, huh? Why did you even come here in the first place? I find it hard to believe that you just came here to talk," Loki's harsh tone catches you off guard - in your drunken state, you have no idea how to react.
You sit back up, your lip quivering as tears form in your eyes. "I just miss you and I wanted to see you again. I want you to stay in my memories but I can't get you out of my head! Everywhere I go it's just Loki, Loki, Loki..." You sniffle and hiccup, wiping your eyes with your hands. "I know you didn't wanna be friends or lovers but I do! I can't sleep or do anything without you!"
You sigh, silent tears falling down your face. Loki doesn't respond, his expression too difficult to read. You flop your head back onto the counter, the smell of Loki's cologne wiggling it's way into your mind and acting as a sleeping drought - in a mere moment, you're out for the count.
~★~
Loki quickly notices you're asleep, his response dying on his tongue. He sighs again, rubbing his tired eyes. It seems you'll be staying with him tonight.
Your limbs start to sag, so he sweeps you into his arms before you end up on the floor with a bleeding head. A wave of sadness floods his heart as he carries you through his apartment to his bedroom - it hasn't been long since he was carrying you to his bed, happy grins on your faces.
He places you carefully down on the bed, making sure your head rests on the pillow as he tucks you in. It's not like he would've got any sleep anyway, so he doesn't mind giving up his bed.
Another wave of sadness hits him, harder this time - he hates seeing you in such a state, your words slurred and brain mushed up from drinking to forget him...
"For what it's worth," He whispers, tucking a hair behind your ear despite you being oblivious to his words and actions. "I feel the same as you."
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happy74827 · 3 months
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All I Wanted Was You
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[Thor Odinson x Female!Reader]
Synopsis: Thor had always been there to protect you, save you, and love you… Until he couldn't.
WC: 3540
Category: Heavy Angst, Some hurt/comfort, mentions of Loki, Hela, and Heimdall {TW warning: Thanos and “evil squidward” — I know his name but I think Tony’s nickname is too iconic}
So I recently rewatched Infinity War, and of course watching Thor cry over losing literally everyone else he cares for in the first 15 minutes of the movie sparked my writer heart {finally} and after listening to Paramore we have this hot mess of angst (also why are all my Thor fics so angsty when he’s the definition of fluff?? I live for the drama I guess)
And just for the record, we don’t talk about the fact that I have thousands of requests and this isn’t even one of them 💀😭
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They say fear lies in the unknown. In the absence of facts and knowledge, the mind creates a world of illusions. If you believe your own fears, they become reality.
So what happens when the thing you fear the most is taken from you? When everything else falls to nothing? When the world is turned upside down?
You're left with a feeling that can only be described as the deepest pain imaginable.
You're left with nothing but your fear.
Your heart was racing so fast, and your breaths were short. You could feel every single muscle in your body tense up as the unnamed alien man dragged you further and further into the unknown.
The trip back to Earth, back to your sanctuary of a home, was nothing but a blur. After everything that had gone down within Asgard, including Asgard's destruction, all you could think about was your lover. Your other half.
Thor.
He was in pain, and not just physically. You had been separated due to his secretive, power-hungry sister, to where he’d left you alone with his kind-hearted people to find his father, only to disappear and leave you alone with the slaughtering of the Asgardians.
The people you’ve met that very day ended up slaughtered by Hela. Some took you by the hand, guiding and shielding you for protection against the God of Death and her henchmen. Others, you could tell, were more than just scared; they were terrified. The ones that were too slow or the ones that decided to fight back were killed within an instant.
You were no warrior. You were a simple, plain human who somehow caught the eye of the mighty Thor Odinson, and for some reason, he was in love with you.
So, while everyone else fought against Hela and her henchmen, you ran. Thor had left you there in assurance of your safety, thinking the search for his father with Loki, of all people, would be too risky for you, but in reality, you would have rather been with him. At least then, if you were to die, you could have been in the arms of the one you love.
Miraculously, you had survived the fall of Asgard and the escape from Surtur. You had no clue how. Maybe you were just lucky, or perhaps it was the grace of the Allfather. Even Heimdall, the man who saw everything, didn’t see you making it out alive.
But, when Thor had found you in the throne room cornered by some henchmen, it became a fact that Heimdall couldn’t see everything; after all.
The moment your eyes had met, the moment you heard the sound of metal against flesh, the moment his strong, powerful, protective arms wrapped around your fragile, vulnerable, weak form, and the moment his lips kissed the top of your head, you were safe.
Safe.
The only time you felt genuinely safe was when you were with Thor. His mere presence made you feel at ease. Like nothing could ever touch you or hurt you because he wouldn't let it.
He would protect you no matter the cost. He’d die for you, give his life for you, and go to the depths of Hell and back for you. He loved you, and that was something you could never understand.
Why would such a mighty god, a king, and a warrior want to love a simple human like yourself? A clumsy one at that.
You weren’t special in any way. You were ordinary.
But Thor, he was extraordinary.
The God of Thunder, a king and a warrior, a prince and a protector.
He was everything you were not.
It wasn't just the physical things that made him great, too, but the things that were inside.
Thor was a good man. A caring man. One who always thought about others and not himself.
Thor had his moments, yes, but no one is perfect. Not even a god. But the thing that made you love him, that made you want him, and the thing that made you feel safe was his heart.
That was the only part of him you could understand. The way he cared. The way he loved. The way he could make anyone smile. The way he could bring light to anyone's dark.
That's what makes a man a man. And that's why you loved him.
Even now, with one eye, a missing hammer, and a lost kingdom, he was still your everything.
And now you were reunited after being separated again. The only problem was the circumstances.
You and Thor had been in an intimate moment. The relief of having you back in his arms, the adrenaline pumping through your veins from surviving such a tragedy, had you both desperate.
He had pinned you against the wall, his hands brushing your hair away from your face to get a better look at you before he pressed his lips to yours in a soft kiss. He was always so gentle with you. The teasing and playful nips at your bottom lip were proof of that.
But the sudden sight of a ship out the large window you’d stared out of moments before the kiss broke your concentration.
Thor had pulled apart almost immediately, the feeling of his beard no longer tickling your face, but the heat of his breath and the sweet taste of his lips was still there.
It didn't take long before Thor was following your eyes, seeing for himself what had pulled you from him.
A sense of dread washed over you when you noticed how he tensed and his grip on your waist tightened. This wasn’t another Asgardian ship; no, this was something far more dangerous. You could tell by the look in Thor's eye, his non-missing eye.
Then, within seconds, he grabbed hold of your arm and yanked you out of the room. Your heart was pounding as you started yelling questions at him, trying to understand what was going on.
But, when he hit the button that sealed the room you were once in and shielded you within his arms, the panic started to set in.
That's when everything began to blur.
You remembered the sound of explosions. The tearing of metal. The screams. The smell of burning.
It all came crashing down.
Loki had come around the corner, and seeing his expression, it didn’t take much to realize what was going on.
If Loki, the God of Mischief and Lies, was terrified, then that meant something big was going down.
Thor was yelling orders, shouting commands. You could barely make out what he was saying, but you knew he was telling you to stay behind him.
Stay behind him.
Always stay behind him.
Then it changed to get the hell off the ship.
Then, to run.
Run.
Run.
Run.
The last thing you remember was looking back as you sprinted down the halls, seeing your love, your other half, the king, the prince, the protector, your Thor, fighting some creature with his bare hands.
His face was so determined. He wasn’t going down without a fight. You ran to where he had told you to go, the escape pods where Val was helping others into. You got there and saw her eyes. They were wide and full of worry.
Something was wrong. Something was terribly wrong.
The sound of an explosion brought you back to the present.
Val grabbed you by the wrist and dragged you toward a pod. You could feel the adrenaline pumping through your veins and, your heart was racing so fast, and your breaths were short.
All you could think about was Thor. Where was he? Was he alright?
No.
He was not.
As soon as you entered the pod and Val had closed you in it, it was suddenly torn apart. The supposed sliding door had been ripped from its hinges.
The metal that you rested your back upon started to give, and the feeling of moving forward caused your heart to leap.
You were launched out and onto the floor.
It took a second to gain your bearings. You looked up and saw Val. She was fighting, and you were thankful to see her, but it was a short-lived relief.
The… thing she was fighting, the blue alien, grabbed hold of her and flung her across the ship. She landed somewhere near a pod and didn't move. You remembered screaming for her, but she didn't budge.
That's when the creature turned his attention to you.
You tried to move, but the metal that was supposed to hold the pod in place had you pinned.
You tried to pry the metal from your skin, but your weak and vulnerable body couldn’t break the bond.
The alien slowly moved towards you and, in a swift movement, had ripped the metal away.
He was so close, and you had no idea what was going on, who he was, or what his intentions were.
When you felt his large, rough, and cold hand wrap around the back of your neck, panic started to set in. You wanted to kick and scream, but all you could do was stare at the beast before you.
And thus, you were dragged away from the evacuation site and thrown into a separate area. You came to the conclusion that whoever this was, it seemed to be a metal bender or something similar due to his abilities.
All you saw was a demented blue face with squid-like features, staring down at you as he threw you around like a rag doll.
The fifth time he threw you, you landed roughly on the floor, causing your shoulder to make a loud crack noise and the pain to shoot through your body. Your hands landed on something soft, softer than the floor, and when you looked down, you realized the blue thing had thrown you into a room full of corpses.
But it wasn’t just any corpses. The one you had specifically landed upon had been the body of the man you had recently become close friends with, Thor’s friend, Heimdall.
Tears immediately pooled in your eyes, and your breathing became ragged. You tried to sit up and pull your body off of Heimdall in respect, but the pain shooting through your arm and back kept you frozen in place.
The lifeless eyes of the man who saw everything were open, and for once, he was staring at nothing. It was a haunting image.
The tears were now falling, and a sob escaped your lips. You wanted to curl up into a ball and cry. You wanted to scream and shout. You wanted to fight and claw at the alien that took until it bled. But all you could do was lay there, unable to move and weep.
Then, a voice caught your attention. It was deep, and it was coming from the alien that had brought you to this place.
His eyes were no longer focused on you, but they were somewhere else. He was talking to someone.
“Boss,” it spoke, his voice deep and gravelly. You couldn’t bear to look at the being. Not when you were face to face with the lifeless body of the gatekeeper. “There’s a human woman here. A pathetic one, no doubt, but one nonetheless. Should we end her? Or leave her to rot like the others?"
A silence filled the air, and you had no idea what was going on, who he was speaking with, or who was giving him instructions. You could’ve looked. You could have glanced up at the thing, and seen for yourself, but you too were afraid.
Your eyes remained glued to the golden ones that were once filled with light and wisdom.
There was silence, and then a loud, deep, thump. It had startled you, but it wasn't anything like the explosion of the ship, no, it sounded more like a boot or a shoe had come in contact with metal. But, it was loud enough to grab your attention.
You didn’t move. Your eyes didn't stray.
But, your body trembled in fear.
Suddenly, you heard his voice, and it sounded more terrifying than any sound that had echoed in the air prior. It was even deeper, and even more frightening than the other.
“I think not. We have use of her."
He had a deep and gravelly voice, but it was smooth. Calm. Almost friendly.
Then, a large, purple foot, appeared in your vision, and slowly, the purple being leaned down and stared at you. His gaze was strong, and piercing. You wanted to look away, but you couldn’t. You were too terrified to move, speak, or breathe.
Again, it wasn’t human. It was an alien. And a big one, at that.
He had no hair, only a helmet. His skin was purple and he wore strange looking clothing, including a golden glove that had both a bright purple stone and a blue one.
You’ve never seen such a creature before. You thought those dark elves were terrifying, but they were nothing compared to this man.
And for some reason, he was looking at you like you were an ant, and he was the boot that would crush you.
In fact, he was looking at you with pity, and it confused the hell out of you.
But, when his hand moved, and his fingers had touched the soft strand of your hair, you couldn't help but flinch.
The moment his fingers made contact with you, though, you heard a loud grunt. One that didn’t sound alienated or distorted. It was clear, and you could tell who it was, instantly.
Your head shot up, ignoring the pain in your arm, and the moment your eyes met his, everything stopped.
Everything.
It was Thor.
Your Thor. Your everything.
He was in front of you the entire time, and you had no clue.
The tears were falling. They were falling hard and fast, and you couldn’t stop them. And for once, it wasn’t because of relief.
Thor was encased with metal. His arms and legs were pinned by it. He was bleeding from his head, and he was covered in bruises.
He looked like hell and gave off the same energy.
He was struggling to free himself. That’s what the sounds were. The grunts, the heavy breathing, and the loud thumping. He was trying to get out of his prison to get to you. To save you.
The alien was staring down at you. His eyes were dark and intimidating, but his presence was even more so. He was the embodiment of terror.
Then, without any warning, he grabbed you by the throat.
It was an unexpected move. He had picked you up by the neck with just one hand. He had a grip so tight you couldn't breathe, and the pressure on your throat was unbearable.
You could hear Thor screaming. Yelling.
You could barely hear what he was saying. Your ears were ringing, and the pain of the hand wrapped around your throat was all you could focus on.
But, you could see him. You could see him perfectly.
You saw his blue eye and the patch that covered the missing one. You saw the stubble along his chin. The slight scar that was just below the patch. The wrinkles on his forehead.
You could see it all.
And the look of desperation and horror. It broke you.
You couldn’t take it anymore. It was too much.
Then, in the blink of an eye, you felt release.
You fell to the floor and started gasping for air. It was like the moment the alien released his grip on you, everything began again. The world, your thoughts, the chaos.
It was all there, and you couldn’t keep up.
“I see it now.” You heard the voice of the alien say. Your vision was blurry, and your eyes were still stinging from the tears, but you could make him out if only a bit.
He was now standing, towering over you, but he wasn’t looking at you. No, he was looking at Thor; his eyes were focused on the god, which sent a chill down your spine.
When dealing with Hela, you find yourself recovering with confidence. She could’ve easily killed you with a snap of her finger, but when she demanded your name, you had spat in her face and gave a smile.
Even though Thor wasn’t there at that moment, you somehow knew he’d be coming back to put an end to her, and you would be safe. It was like a sixth sense that came and made you stop panicking and running.
And, even though he technically didn’t put her down, he still was your knight in shining armor. It was the same with the dark elves and even with Loki.
They were all terrifying, yes, but somehow, you knew that Thor would save the day.
Now, though, it was different. You weren’t scared or panicked; no, you were terrified.
The fact that Thor was trapped and was physically in pain, the fact that Heimdall and more innocent Asgardians were lying on the floor, dead, and the fact that Loki was missing and Val was knocked unconscious, it had all hit you at once.
You felt like you were suffocating, and it only worsened when the alien spoke again.
“I was questioning why a mortal was amongst a group of Asgardians, how such a fragile being could survive so long among gods. I wondered, but I see it now. You have been blessed by one, and the last, of Odin's children."
The alien's attention was back on you, and the intensity of his gaze had you trembling. He was staring at you, looking through you, and reading you like a book.
"What a pitiful yet fortunate creature you are."
It was like the oxygen had been sucked from your lungs, and when he moved, you found yourself flinching and scooting backward.
He had leaned down again, and his large hand had grabbed the side of your face. The feeling of his skin on yours made your skin crawl, and the urge to vomit was growing.
Thor wasn’t having it. He was thrashing about; the metal that was encasing his body was bending and stretching with each move.
His cries of anger and the desperation in his eyes were heartbreaking. And it was only shut up by the alien who had taken you. A piece of metal flew to Thor’s mouth and held it in place, preventing him from yelling.
More grunts and muffled noises could be heard from the god, but you could no longer see him now. The purple man was blocking your view.
But, despite that, he was still talking to Thor.
"It is a shame, Thor Odinson. I take pity on the both of you, and I apologize, for it seems that fate has not been kind to either of you. But, we must make sacrifices. It is unfortunate that your beloved had to be one of them."
Then, suddenly, the alien turned his gaze back to you, and his dark eyes bore into yours. He was staring directly into your soul.
"Fear not, small child,” he said, his voice sounding almost calm. “You will not have to endure the pain and suffering as I did.”
The words that left his mouth did not give you comfort. It was quite the opposite.
Thor came back into your viewpoint as the purple man had moved, and when your eyes met his, all you saw was a mixture of panic and despair.
Thor's expression had you feeling a type of way. You could feel your stomach sink.
You weren’t dumb. You were far from it.
You knew where this was going, and your mind was screaming, screaming for you to do something, anything.
Run.
Fight.
Scream.
Just do something.
But all you did was stare. Stare at the man that you loved. The man that loved you. The man who had saved you countless times.
But he couldn’t save you now, even when you cried out his name in a soft voice, that frail, humane part of you begging him with your eyes to stop this from happening.
To stop it from hurting.
He couldn’t.
All he could do was look at you, look as you were taken. Look as you were pulled away from him.
All he could do was stare and scream.
It was the loudest, most horrific sound you had ever heard. It was worse than the explosion.
It was worse than anything.
It was the cry of a man who had just lost the last thing that gave him purpose.
It was the sound of a god being torn to pieces.
And it was all because of you.
That was the last thing you heard. That was the last image that burned itself into your brain.
The sound of Thor and his desperate screams was the last thing you remembered.
Everything after that was darkness.
No memories, no thoughts, nothing.
Just darkness.
All he wanted was you.
All he needed was you.
And now, all he had left was the memory of you: that and his broken heart.
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universesvisiting · 7 months
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okay, so I get what they were trying to do with the ending, I do, but I genuinely can't even begin to tell you how disappointing this season was. spoilers under the cut, obviously:
So just to get this out of the way: A few other people have said it and I agree that yes, saying Thor has to die so Magne can live makes sense, saying that Magne clearly hasn't coped well with Isolde's death and that it's a major trigger for him makes sense, saying You have to move on bc otherwise you will miss the rest of your life Makes. Sense.
But the problem I have is ... well honestly it's everything surrounding those things. First of all, I don't have to tell anyone that ending a story, especially a fantasy story with huge stakes where lives are on the line, with 'Oh actually it was all a dream/fantasy/delusion' is not just clumsy but undermines not just the story itself but the investment that your viewers have put in it, especially if you haven't put in the work to properly set it up. And No, a few moments of Magne being put on medication don't cut it. If they had done that, this ending wouldn't have come out of left field so hard for so many people.
"Oh don't worry none of it was real and all of them are happy now" ???? Okay??? But... that's not... that's not what I came here for??? I wanted to see the resolution of the story we've been told for two seasons. I'm sure there would have been SOME way to end that story happily, there definitely was a way to draw on the trauma of Isolde's death, of Magne feeling like an outsider, even of him being put on medication for something that doesn't have anything to do with the story itself! But not like this! To deny the viewer AND the characters the catharsis of actual conflict playing out between the characters - which again they spent TWO! SEASONS! setting up - and instead going 'It was all a delusion and everyone likes each other actually' is bad storytelling. It's empty, it's shallow, it's so ridiculous I genuinely wouldn't have thought they'd EVER do something like this. It completely ruins the storyline I THOUGHT I was watching, in favor of something that is definitely interesting but absolutely NOT the reason why I was watching a tv show that is marketing itself as a modern retelling of Ragnarök!!!
Yes, we've known that Magne was taking medication, and yes we knew he had a lot of problems, we knew he was grasping for something to make him feel less helpless, but all of that ALL OF THAT!!!! was part of the story already and could have been incorporated without them basically saying their entire story was a helpless, hurt teenager's dream and doesn't really mean anything in the end.
I'm genuinely trying not to sound as frustrated as I am but it's actually really hard. That ending rings hollow and I can't enjoy it. No matter how happy everyone is I just... can't.
I, okay so this is a story, right? And for a story to have a happy ending it needs something that threatens that Happy Ending first, something for the main character to overcome, no matter what that is. It needs conflict. And sure, if this had been set up as a different story, if they had set out to write something about a young man struggling with paranoid schizophrenia and delusions, if that had been the conflict from the beginning, if they had decided from the start to write a story that set that kind of ending up I would be singing an entirely different tune right now. If they had made us ask earlier if maybe all of this is just Magne having hallucinations that would have changed the entire story, that would have made this ending something I could live with. I wouldn't be HAPPY about it but I could absolutely agree that this was where the story was heading that would have been okay.
But they didn't.
They wrote a story, created a world, where we are TOLD that gods and giants are real and that there is real conflict between these parties that HAS claimed lives and will probably claim more. THAT was the conflict we were told about. THAT is the conflict I was waiting to see play out on screen, that IS the conflict that DID, for a significant amount of time, play out on my screen. Only for them to then yank it away at the LAST second and go "Actually no, HERE'S the real conflict where Magne made it all up and now he has overcome this conflict by-" actually I don't know HOW he overcame that??? By... willpower??? Goodheartedness??? The love of a good woman?? He's clearly still hallucinating at the end there so... what gives? Did the medicine not work? Whatever the hell they were trying to do, it didn't work, bc now I'm not just disappointed that I didn't get the conflict I was promised for 2 seasons and 4 1/2 episodes, but also confused as fuck.
WERE the gods ever real? Are the giants a thing? Did Magne make up EVERY SINGLE SCENE we saw in the last three seasons??? All of them? Including the one where Ran sleeps with a student, Saxa eats a bird, Laurits kisses his snake-child on the mouth, Vidar eats a fucking reindeer heart, Jens sees the midgard serpent and Völva dies??? Also what about the hikers that Fjor killed??? His secretary???? What about Vidar, did Magne kill him or did he actually die of a heart attack? And if Magne DID make all of it up... why. I... why do you set up a story, a world with so many complex relationships, overlapping motivations and so much tension... only to then deflate it like an air mattress and go "Just kidding, all of this was a red herring and not taking your medicine was the REAL enemy all along. Here have all the characters having brunch together as an ending." ????????? what?!
I'm starting to repeat myself but what it really comes down to, for me, is that the story pivoted, at the very last moment, into something that erased the rest of the three seasons from existence. And, honestly, that's such a damn shame, bc I for one was looking forward to seeing these characters having to make hard choices and then having to live with those choices.
I don't even feel like I can get into the actual character work this season did bc apparently it doesn't really matter bc we don't even know what exactly Magne hallucinated and what was real.
All this to say, I did NOT enjoy that ending and honestly I don't think that's bc of my personal opinion but bc I think the writers just... made a bad choice at the end... I mean a lot of the OTHER choices they made during the season were also not great but yeah, that last one was what really pulled it from "Hey this needed some work" to "Actually you can keep this, I don't want it."
Anyway, not to harsh on anyone who liked it, I'm glad you do, I really am, I just... can't.
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randomshyperson · 1 year
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Wanda Maximoff Needs a Hug - Chapter One
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Summary: Since joining the team, Wanda Maximoff has captured all of your attention, even if she has no idea about this. In a six-part story, you'll do your best to give her everything she needs and maybe she never thought she deserved it. Along the way, you two might end up realizing you were in love with each other the whole time.
Warnings: (+18), Friends to lovers, smut in the last few chapters, slow burn, conversations about self-love and individual worth, mentions of anxiety, past trauma, avengers being a family, canon-fix, a lot of magic. Words: 3.484k.
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Chapter One - Wanda Maximoff needs a friend
You had a cold.
It was unusual, given your abilities, so it made sense that you insisted that the Avengers do not change the mission schedule because of this, and consequently made you more vulnerable on a mission that should have been easy.
The result was that you now had a cold and a bullet mark on your waist. Everyone was extremely worried, but you assured them that you were fine and that none of them needed to worry about someone literally unshakable, and this alone explained why you had a high fever all by yourself in a tower.
Well, all alone was not correct. There was another avenger, the new recruit, who was not yet on the mission list, and well, she was the one who found you stumbling around in the kitchen at dawn.
Wanda was sure that you hated her. It was a very forward first impression, of course, but she couldn't help but assume that you had some sort of problem with her by the way you behaved around her. Because of this, even though you were sick, she hesitated to approach you.
"Are you okay?"
You hum, forcing a laugh and ignoring all the pain that was spreading throughout your body like needles. "Of course. I just wanted to get something to eat." It was not your intention to be harsh, but the response made Wanda lower her gaze.
"Right." She murmured, her gaze watching your clumsy movements as you moved to get some water. "Are you sure you...?"
But her question was interrupted by your momentary loss of consciousness. 
There was something else about Wanda that she hated - her powers. And you couldn't understand why, since that scarlet energy was warm and prickly on your skin and sure was more comfortable than slamming against the counter or the kitchen floor. Her magic held you upright, and suddenly there were soft hands on your face. "Y/N! Hey! sranje (shit)! You're burning up with fever." You heard her words loosely, not having the strength to resist even a little being carried to the couch in the living room.
Wanda used her powers to lay you down, and you only blinked away the fever when cold towels were placed on your head.
"Maybe you should see a doctor." She suggests clearly concerned, but you giggle.
"They wouldn't know how to treat a god."
Wanda snorts softly. "Is that what you refer to yourself as? So presumptuous." She teases, and you smile with your eyes closed, the attempt to shrug makes you whimper in pain and brings a worried expression to her. "I'll call Thor, maybe he'll..."
"I'll be fine, Wanda." You interrupt her, with difficulty, bringing a hand up to her wrist that holds the towel against your neck. "It's just a cold. I haven't caught one of those since childhood, that's probably why I'm so miserable." You explain, and Wanda gives you a small smile.
You struggle to stay conscious with the high fever, and Wanda takes advantage of these moments to call Natasha.
"She's burning up with fever, Nat. I don't know what to do, is there any medicine in this place?"
The widow sighs on the other end of the line. "Damn, I swear she is the most stubborn person I know. I think there's something in Bruce's lab, made for her. Look up her name."
"Thanks. Good luck on the mission. Come back safe." The widow smiled affectionately, saving the teasing about Wanda's gentleness for another moment before muttering her goodbyes.
Wanda gave one last check on your figure - your face covered by a wet towel as you grumbled in pain - before leaving the room. She didn't linger long in the lab, and also took some aspirin from Tony's cabinet. 
But when Wanda tried to make you take the meds, you pushed her hand away.
"Oh, oh, what's that?" She rolled her eyes impatiently at your question.
"This is to ease your fever and pain. You need-"
"I'm not taking any pills." You retort seriously, and when she sees almost the panic in your eyes, Wanda hesitates. 
"It's just aspirin..."
You force yourself to sit up, complaining a little. "I don't use medicine. Leave me alone to die."
She chuckles incredulously. "That's so dramatic for a god." She teases, but you pout. Wanda thinks it's unfair that you look so adorable.
"I don't need medicine." You insist. "I just need a good night's sleep and food. I'll be brand new."
But once you got back on your feet, your body failed you again. Wanda sighed in a complaint, scarlet magic working on instinct and keeping you from falling to the floor before bringing you back to the couch.
"I'll get blankets for you." She mutters to your delirious figure, before leaving the room.
When she returns, you have taken the aspirin she left on the table, and it makes her smile slightly.
"Here, dorogoy." She says as she covers you, and you blink tired eyes at her.
"That's sweet." You say, to which Wanda mumbles confusedly, "The nickname. Natasha taught me Russian, you know."
Wanda can feel her face heat up, but she manages to laugh it off. "Sorry." She murmurs, and it's your turn to look at her with confusion.
"For what?"
Wanda sighs lightly. "I shouldn't...I don't know. You and I, we're not really... close." She tries to put it into words, it's a bad job, and maybe that's why you're so indignant.
"What? What are you talking about?"
Wanda huffs impatiently, feeling her face warm up even more. "You don’t need to be nice about it, I know you're not exactly a fan of me." She blurts out then. "I understand. It took everyone a while to trust me after Ultron."
You ignore the pain to sit up straight, gesturing in denial. "Wanda, that's ridiculous. I think you're the coolest Avenger here! Excluding Nat of course, otherwise, she will break my face." You declare, and she widens her eyes in surprise.
"What...? Really?" She asks unsurely, and you give her a reassuring smile.
"Where did you get the idea that I didn't like you?" 
"B-because you're always tormenting me! And you're so...direct..."
"Yeah, I'm sincere!" You retort with a laugh. "I'm sorry if I... come off as too abrupt for you. I don't have a very good social cue. War veterans don't care much for it, and Tony, well, deserves to hear some raw truths. I'll try to be sweeter with you. And well, about tormenting? You're too easy. And I do that with all my friends."
Wanda giggles nervously, twiddling her fingers. "Do you see me as a friend?"
You chuckle again, raising an eyebrow at her. "And how else would I see you?" You tease suggestively, and she feels her face warm. You chuckle at her shyness. "See, too easy."
She huffs, pushing you away gently, and grimaces apologetically at the grunt of pain you let out. But you laugh it off, assuring her that you're fine. 
"Now that we've made it clear that we're friends, can you put on something for us to watch? I've been dying to invite myself over to watch sitcoms with you but you've been avoiding me..."
Wanda blushes at the attention and clears her throat. "You could have joined me whenever you wanted. I wouldn't mind...I would have enjoyed the company. Vision does that sometimes."
You grimace softly. "That nosy old can."
She chuckles confusedly. "What's your problem with Vision?"
You make a grumpy face. Adorable, Wanda would say.
"He's annoying, that's all." You say. "I don't trust machines. You wouldn't trust them either if you had been raised by one."
Wanda bites her lip hesitantly. Everything she knows about your past-all the Hydra experiments and your unusual childhood with what was once Dr. Arnim Zola - came from reports and television. You were more than Captain America or the Winter Soldier ever were. You were the Hydra's Angel of Steel. Unyielding, unstoppable, and immortal.
The last part, Wanda wasn't sure was true. Especially since you are burning up with a fever on the couch.
"Vision is not like Hydra. He's not like anyone I know really." Wanda comments, but your grimace increases and she doesn't understand why.
"Okay, I get that you and he are super friends." You sneer, and she laughs, shaking her head.
"I wouldn't say that." She mumbles suddenly half sad, looking down at her lap. "I wouldn't...I wouldn't say I have any friends."
You frown immediately. "What, but what about the Avengers?"
She chuckles humorlessly, looking at you with a certain irony. "We're co-workers, Y/N. We barely know each other, and I'm only here because I literally don't have a home country anymore. I think it's all more out of convenience, or pity."
"It's not pity." You insist by shrugging. "You're young, but you're no innocent child. No one feels sorry for someone as strong as you. It would even be disrespectful. I think everyone is kind of grateful and relieved that you fight with us and not against us."
Wanda stands thoughtfully over your words, an indecipherable expression on her face. You haven't lied, you really are sincere. She appreciates that. You shudder briefly, the fever still lingering.
"I think you need friends, Wanda." You murmur then, half drowsy. Wanda thinks it's the medication. "I would be your friend if you wanted me."
She smiles warmly. "I would love that." She murmurs, and you smile with your eyes closed. But you struggle to stay awake, and your hand searches for Wanda's on the couch.
"Keep me company. Put something on the TV, to entertain you."
"You're kind of bossy, aren't you?" She teases, and you chuckle lightly, feeling exhaustion catch up with you. But Wanda only releases your hand when she's sure you're completely asleep.
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When you wake up, it is morning. 
And you know that Wanda has slept on the couch next to you from the blankets and pillows. There is a sitcom paused on the living room television, and the smell of food invades your senses all at once, effectively waking you up.
"Good morning, Wanda." You greet her in a gruff tone, in a half yawn, and she would have been startled if she didn't have telepathy and couldn't feel you awake from the first second.
She turns her face away from the stove and smiles at you. "Good morning, Y/N. How are you feeling?"
You shrug, moving closer to see what she was cooking. "Better, I guess. A little sore still." You murmur, leaning over her to spy the pan. "Hmm, that looks good. And it smells wonderful." You rest your chin on her shoulder. "So does the food." 
Wanda drops her spoon in shock, completely flushed, and you burst into laughter, stepping away at once to get juice from the refrigerator while muttering "too easy."
Her face remains hot for a good ten minutes. You pay no mind to it and thank her for the food when it is ready.
"I think I'll go back to sleep, my head is hurting."  You comment, and Wanda nods.
"Take more meds, they help with the fever." She instructs, but you grumble. She raises an eyebrow. "Please?"
That makes you smile. "Since you asked so nicely." You tease, grabbing the medicine box her magic brought to you. Wanda twitches her nose and hesitates softly before asking.
"What's your problem with pills?" You lick your lips, taken aback by the question. She swallows dryly. "Sorry, I'm being nosy."
"No, don't worry about it." You say quickly, smiling at her. "It's just that Zola used to keep a strict pill diet with me. No real food, you know? I was a weapon, a soldier, not a person to them. I don't like the feel of swallowing pills, it reminds me of... those days."
Wanda reaches out for your wrist, stroking the skin lightly. "I'm really sorry, Y/N." She says, and you nod. She feels the need to confess something, too, and murmurs, "I don't like needles these days. Because of Hydra. Before, I couldn't wait to turn eighteen and get tattoos. But now, just the thought of piercing my skin reminds me of their tests, and I just-"
You interrupt her monologue by raising her hands to the height of your face. Her breath hitches as you kiss her palms, staring into her eyes.
"They took a lot of things from us, but we got something powerful in return." You murmur, kissing her left palm again. "I'm really sorry for all the pain they caused you, Wanda. But this here is a beautiful thing about you now."
She knows you are talking about her magic, and she feels her ears chatting fire like her cheeks. Her instinctive action is to retract her hands, but you firm your grip gently. "I don't see it as a blessing." She mutters, avoiding your eyes. "I just... hurt people."
You interlace your fingers, and Wanda swallows dryly, looking down. You don't look away from her. "Hurting others is what they taught us, but we are more than that. You need to trust that you can be more. I see that you are already."
"I'm not sure about that." She confesses in a soft snort, but you don't shy away, holding your hands together.
"It's okay, I can show you." You assure her with a soft smile. "That's what friends are for, right?"
She relishes the possibility of not being alone anymore but somehow feels that her smile is almost forced. She doesn't understand what bothers her. It's nice to have friends.
You let go of her hands suddenly, because you both hear the sound of the quinjet outside the Compound. 
Offering a farewell wink, you leave the room to go rest as you promised, and Wanda is left to explain about the sketchy of a slumber party in the living room to a curious black widow that came back from a mission.
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You feel better in a day or two and are annoyingly charming when you brag about your quick recovery to the team. Wanda doesn't back down and jokes around about seeing you whimpering in pain on the couch, eliciting a few laughs from the other members.
You do not mind - You are happier to see her comfortable and friendly with the rest of the team to care about the teasing.
Wanda's training is different from yours, her powers are more unstable, and she lacks confidence in using them. And since you are the stronger member to take the damage, you offer to practice together.
"That's not a good idea. I don't want to hurt you." She declares with training gloves and an unsure expression as you appear in the outer courtyard, dismissing Natasha with a nod as if the whole story has already been talked over between you two.
You chuckle indignantly. "That's quite unlikely, darling. Relax, take a deep breath, and bring it all on. I want to see how much power you hold back."
Wanda looks at Nat unsure, but the widow shrugs, nodding in encouragement and taking a few steps back to stay out of range. Good thing you guys are on the outside.
"Come on, Wanda. I trust you." You say looking into her eyes, a few feet in front of her, waiting for the impact.
She swallows dryly, trembling hands raised toward you. "That's a terrible idea." She murmurs again, though she throws a small blast against your chest. It makes you chuckle.
"It tickles." You comment smugly. "Come on, Maximoff. You can do better than that. Again."
She sighs and tries. It's bigger, but still, you don't get out of place. And to irritate her, on your next attempt, you hold the energy ball with one hand. 
"You call this an attack, princess? I'm almost disappointed." Wanda knows that you are just trying to get to her, and you are succeeding because the next one is strong enough to shake the yard and make curious Avengers leave the building to watch the training.
You, however, just adjust your feet on the ground. Her power has hit you hard, and your eyes are the same color as her magic.
"Damn, that was... better." You praise with a breathless laugh, and Wanda swallows dryly, adjusting her position. You let her magic flow through your body until you are controlling it in your hand as well. "If I give it back, would it hurt you?"
"I don't think so."
"Get ready then." You ask, and she takes a deep breath, nodding in permission. You strike, returning her energy, and Wanda braces herself for pain, but it does not come. Her magic doesn't hurt her, even if it comes from you.  It makes you smile. "Lovely. Are you taking notes, Nat?"
The widow, who Wanda had forgotten was present having been so wrapped up in the training, rolls her eyes slightly. She has a tablet in hand. "Of course I am, boss." Ironizes Nat, making you laugh. 
"Wanda, your power doesn't hurt you. That's interesting because it could mean that it's not purely stone magic like mine or Vision's. If we get hit by our energies, we get hurt. Maybe your abilities are innate, and the stone just has awakened them. It's too early to tell, however."
Wanda shifts the weight of her feet, half uncertain of what to say. She is honestly, quite surprised that simple training provided such an important insight. Natasha whistles impressed.
"Sometimes I forget how smart you are, Y/N. It must be because you're a pain in the ass most of the time." Teases Romanoff, receiving a giggle and a middle finger.
"Fuck off! " You retort laughing before assuming a fighting stance again. "Wanda, how about you try to take me down now?"
She sighs, fists in the air. "You may be annoying, but I still don't want to hurt you." She taunts, managing to make Nat laugh and you let out a cute gasp of exclamation.
"See, Nat? She likes me." You scoff, and Wanda knows she's blushing, so she forces her magic against you, this time at your feet. You lose your balance, but only for half a second before you effectively absorb her spell. Wanda finds the scarlet color in your irises oddly attractive but pushes the thought away immediately. "No, no. Use the setting to your advantage, Maximoff. Knock me down, without bewitching me."
She sighs but looks down at the ground. Her next attack is on the ground, but just when she thinks you are going to fall, you float before using the rubble as steps and spin majestically in the air before falling in front of her, standing up.
Natasha rolls her eyes. "Show-off." She mutters, but You don't pay mind to her, giving Wanda's shoulder a gentle pat.
"Great move, Wands, but your response time is bad." You say. "I made all my way to you and you kept looking at me with that cute little face. You can't do that on the battlefield, yes?"
She blushes, but she giggles and pushes you away gently. She's not thinking about the nickname, and she's not thinking about the compliment, she's not. 
She tries to fight for real after that, following your instructions and ending up out of breath with her hands on her knee after almost three hours of training.
You are sitting on the floor now, as sweaty and out of breath as she is, but with a proud smile on your face that makes her stomach churn with anxiety.
"You're a talent, Maximoff." You compliment her sincerely. "We'll make you an Avenger yet."
"I'm already part of the team." She recalls stubbornly, only to see your expression twitch adorably. 
"You know my point."
"I think you're being a bit of a patronizer. Don't you agree Nat?" 
The widow hums in agreement immediately, only to torment you as Wanda is doing, both of them reveling in the almost desperate expression on her face.
"What? No, I'm not!" You defend yourself indignantly until you realize it's a joke. "Ha-ha, very funny. You two are hilarious. I'm here being a good teacher and you're making fun of me."
Wanda chuckles, dismantling your whole moody posture as she helps you stand with a tug and doesn't let go of your hand, face way too close for someone with an audience.
"Thanks for the help, detka. I really appreciate it." She thanks you by looking you in the eye, and you swallow dryly, nodding stupidly. All too aware of the proximity and Nat's presence with a teasing smile for the scene.
Wanda gives you a wink, muttering something about lunch before letting you go. You barely register her words, scolding yourself for noticing how pretty she looks in her training uniform.
Stupid thoughts, honestly.
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foreverrandomwritings · 10 months
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HAPPY PRIDE M 🌈
I am humbly requesting the gayest headcannon you can come up with about natasha realizing the new girl at the avengers compound isn’t shy around her bc she’s an assassin but bc she’s got a huge crush on her
thank you I adore you mwah ♥️
Summary: Natasha is super fucking oblivious when it comes to the new girl at the compound having a massive crush on her.
Pairing: Natasha "Black Widow" Romanoff x New Girl!Reader
Warnings: mild angst kinda, guns, murder, knife, swearing, uhm that's it?
Word count: 740
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~Firstly I am super fucking excited to write this. 
~Secondly I adore you as well Darling <3.
~Alrighty let's get going.
~The new girl is the girl behind the computer for the avengers.
~She’s the one back at the compound doing all the logistics, diagnostics and evacuations. 
~Basically coordinates everything for them. 
~She works for all of the avengers when they go on missions. 
~Solo or group ones.
~She gets along well with all of them and has become really fast friends with Thor when he comes to midgard. 
~Also super close to Sam because they have the same sense of humor.
~But for some reason every time she's around Natasha she clams up and blubbers about. 
~She has tripped over chairs, walked into walls and almost sliced a finger off while making something because she had suddenly noticed Natasha hanging around. 
~Sometimes she will completely stop talking mid sentence and get up and go to her room whenever Natasha enters the room.
~Natasha came to the hasty conclusion that the new girl was terrified of her. 
~Which made sense, she did have the most blood on her hands.
~For some reason though it upset her.
~She didn’t normally care what other people thought of her but the new girl was different. 
~She had become completely infatuated by her since the first time she saw her. 
~So as the weeks turned into months she figured she would avoid her to save her from the fear.
~Little did she know how much this upset the new girl.
~She figured Natasha had enough of her clumsy awkardness.
~The new girl confided in Sam about her worries.
~He boldly decided to confront the red headed assassin. 
~Because “ain’t no way someone was gonna hurt his new found bestie for the restie.”
~He cornered the woman at the firing range.
~Which yes was kinda stupid on his part but he’s kind of a dumbass.
~She gave him a confused look as he sauntered up to her with a scowl on his face.
~ “What the fuck is your problem with NG?” He asked her, pointing a finger at her.
~ “I’m not the one with a problem, she's the one scared of me.” Natasha told him as she smacked his hand away.
~The look on Sam’s face had her pausing in her cleaning of the gun in her hand. 
~ “What is that look for?” she asked him hesitantly. 
~He bent over laughing at her question.
~She rolled her eyes and went to move past him, deciding to leave the gun for another time.
~But Sam stopped with a hand on her arm.
~ “For a trained assassin that is supposed to be so skilled at observing people you sure are terrible. She is head over heels for you Nat.” he told her as though it was the most obvious thing in the world.
~She stared at him for a long moment before everything started clicking into place.
~The pride flag pin on NG’s backpack.
~The girls love girls shirt she had seen the new girl in on many early mornings in the kitchen.  
~The constant girl in red coming from her room as she screamed the lyrics dancing around with a hairbrush in hand.
~She thought back to all the times a blush had bloomed across the girl's face when Nat tried to talk to her.
~The way she squirmed in her seat as Nat came back from training with Steve and had been covered head to toe in sweat. 
~The new girl did have a crush on her.
~Nat didn’t know how she’d been so stupid and oblivious to the fact. 
~It had been right in front of her face for months now. 
~ “She’s in her office.” Sam told her as he saw everything click into place in the redhead's eyes. 
~She nodded her head swiftly and was heading towards the girl’s office. 
~The new girl jumped as Nat shoved her office door open.
~ “Uh… Can I help you with anything Agent Romanoff?” she asked her nervously. 
~Nat then proceeded to jump forward and land a kiss onto her lips. 
~New girl sank into the kiss and when they pulled away she stared open mouthed at the woman standing in front of her.
~ “Let’s go on a date tonight.” Natasha nicely ordered her.
~ “Yeah…. That-Uh. That sounds good.” New girl said and then Natasha was leaving the room with a shit eating grin on her face.
A/N: I love writing gay shit. I also still have 4 days of headcanons left so if anyone wants to request anything feel free to send something in. My character list is in my pinned post on my blog.
Tags(open): @wkndwlff @sylviebell @theeleggymeggy
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sun-roach · 7 months
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Coruscant guards headcanons:
General headcanon:
They are an elite corps
They have to be the best of the best
They have to take care of Palpatine, senators, rioters, fugitives, bounty hunters, public safety, the prison, ghouls and other monsters in the lower levels, help out the GAR
The command line has a group chat that has very questionable content
They are understaffed
Rys:
(I don’t remember much of him, only that Yoda told him to get inspiration from his other brother’s)
Doesn’t like people
Keeps mostly to himself
Overcoming some trust issues
Doesn’t like to ask for help
Jek is his best friend and batchmate
Can’t drink
Sometimes clumsy
Jek:
(Like with Rys I don’t really remember him. I think Yoda told him to rely more on his brain instead of his weapon)
Straight forward/ blunt
Growing confidence
Loves his Z-6 rotary cannon
Explosions yay
Has never eaten a waffle
Doesn’t like massiffs
Sergeant Hound:
The actual baby
Loves animals
Has space tock and spacetagram for Grizzer
Very affectionate and caring
Can also be very strict and controlling
Protective af
Will show everyone his precious babies (the massiffs)
Patient af
Has dog snacks in his pockets. Always.
Cute laugh
Always proud when he makes someone else laugh
Offers pet therapy
Has a good nose
Sometimes very goofy
Lieutenant Thire:
The baby of the command line
Actually older than Fox and younger than Thorn
Tired
Tries to be more optimistic
Loves sleep
Very organized
Lawful good
Soft
Short hair cause it’s easier to handle unlike his life
Can sleep anywhere like a cat
Careful in everything he does
Yet gets injured very often
Shares a room with Stone, Thorn and Hound (they could have had their own rooms but they prefer to share)
Commander Stone:
Younger than Fox, older than Hound
Likes to be alone
Makes his own moonshine
Weird af humor no one understands
Doesn’t like to show his emotions
Actually dislikes caf but is forced to drink it
Makes holos whenever he is not on coruscant and sends them into the corrie group chat
A good photograph
Likes rock and metal
Commander Thorn:
Older than Fox
A menace to everyone
Likes to fool around but will be serious if needed
Big heavy guns cause big dick energy
Loves sarcasm and irony
Funny depressed
A Thor fanboy
dyed his hair blond and grew it a bit out
Smart but likes to act dumb smt
Makes the worst caf
Good friend
loves to drink
Probably a taylor swift fan
Commander Fox:
Marshal commander
Was in a batch with Wolffe, Cody, Rex, Ponds, Bly
Wolffe is his older twin
Tired depressed
Insomnia
Refuses or has no time to sleep until he gets sedated
Gifted kid burnout
A good soldier
Dark humor
Sly and smart
Thinks outside the box to get the best results
Thorn's caf destroyed his taste buds
Protective af
Loves his vode sm
Hard shell, soft core
Force sensitive without knowing
Blackouts
Vode killer
Knows everything about Coruscant and could walk blindly trough it
Tormented/ scarred soul
Has his own room for various reasons
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My corrie ocs:
Corrie chief medic Patcher:
He is Ori'vod™️
Was in a batch with Neyo, Bacara and Gree
Loves blue milk
Will patch up anyone and anything
Russian cursive handwriting no one can read
Scars everywhere (literally)
Has several medics under his wing
Lost one eye (it got replaced by a cybernetic one) and dyed the other red
Intimidating af
Trust issues
Will break your bones if it means u heal faster
Protective af
The only one allowed to give Fox medical treatments
Does therapy sessions for his brothers
Can’t smile
Stitch:
Rainbow squads actual baby
Anxious medic
Curious
His face is full of stitches
Soft and gentle
Can appear very calm despite being not
Loves flowers
Out grew his hair a bit
Likes studying
Caring
Smt very tired of his squad (he loves them)
Tea > caf
Sticker:
Rainbow squads baby
Always optimistic and positive
Adventurous
Has no sense of orientation
Loves tooka and shows ppl random tooka holos
ARC
Very smart but also very naive
Can’t sit still
Loves to tinker and engineer or invent stuff
Laid back
Risk blind
Clingy and sticks to people
Cuyan:
Lost his former battalion, went into jail and ended up joining the corries
Pessimistic
Trust issues
Half of his body is burnt
Depressed
Doesn’t know how to show affection
Would rather eat a hamster than admit that he loves his new squad
Sees no point in anything but will live for his squad
Can’t taste anything unless it’s very very extremely spicy or sour or sweet
Redd:
Loves red
A thief
Will steal not only your heart
Sniper
ARC
Flirtatious
Loyal af
Got tortured
Lowkey has an alcohol problem
Looks always good
Good eyes
Easy going
Loves to mess around and break some rules
Tattoos on one of his leg
Tongue piercing
Sergeant Strife:
Loves astronomy
Has a solar system tattooed on his back
K’oyacyi tatt under his eye
Loves harmony
Will solve any problem with his fists
Has a secret boyfriend which is not really a secret
Likes to sew and crochet for all the corries
The only one who can cook a little
Buir of his squad
Has a beard
Serves directly under Thorn
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cloudy-em · 8 months
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fav writings
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carmen berzatto
pretty by @superhoeva
taste test by @superhoeva
let the light in by @delicrieux
luca and carmen both being into you thoughts pt. 2 by @dropitpunk
who doesn't want carmy to go down on them? by @flavor-of-the-week-writing
breathless by @inpraizeof
dance - extended cut by @superhoeva
shy chef by @fanboygarcia
we should love, not fall in love by @thegreatestsandwich
carmy + headband by @thebearer
i can see you by @berzatoe
eating out by @stargirlfics
carmy being taken care of by @stargirlfics
reader on their period by @thebearer
(not) strong by @lskisms
spencer reid
the lanky guy in room 603 by @samuel-de-champagne-problems
in your shadow by @lvrslvt3
boyfriend headcanons by @academiareid
the nice guy by @ebullientheart
domestic blurb by @radiant-reid
access by @ebullientheart
name blurb by @radiant-reid
pretty hot by @strawberrysands
protective by @inreveriess
the statistical probability of falling in love by @reidscanehand
not shy of a spark by @spencersmagic
chef luca (the bear)
anything for you by @write-fromthe-start
sunshine x grumpy by @ay0nha
nsfw alphabet by @binzlovenicetingz
you're #1 to me by @pantherxrogers
idle hands by @ay0nha
luca and carmen both being into you thoughts pt. 2 by @dropitpunk
try again by @iridescentprose
late night luca thoughts by @pantherxrogers
better than wine by @superhoeva
right person by @words-4u
just a taste by @inklore
castiel
post by @supernaturalfreewill
crooked tie by @bored-writer101
sam winchester
post by @supernaturalfreewill
dean winchester
dating headcanons by @graceloveswolves
lip gallagher
cockwarming during a movie by @theapangea
soft lip by @randomoutsiders
clumsy reader by @randomoutsiders
lip + size kink by @randomoutsiders
lip + daddy kink by @theapangea
lip + oral fixation by @randomoutsiders
loki
injured reader by @undiscovered-horizon
betrothed by @undiscovered-horizon
thor
domestic by @soulofvibranium
as we all know, tumblr limits how many mentions we can do in a post, so i think what i'll do is just make a new post with all of my favorite works without mentions unless anyone protests to that.
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hrefna-the-raven · 10 months
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Tome of fate
Masterlist
Chapter 1
Summary: This is basically an AU story about Loki, prince of Jotunheim, and the reader, princess of Asgard, meeting in the Utgardhall's library.
Warnings: fluff and Jotun Loki :)
Words: 1315
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Your older brother Thor was meant to rule Asgard one day and you were chosen to maintain and forge diplomatic relations with the other realms, at least that was the hope Odin still clung to. You couldn't have been more different than your brother, although also being a formidable fighter and somewhat social if required, you rather preferred the company of a good book and the quiet of the night while sitting in the library absorbing all the stories and knowledge available. You were also known to cause a lot of mischief around the palace with your pranks but the fact that you somehow managed to talk your way out of it most of the time made the Allfather think that, some day, you'd actually use those skills for the good of the realm. Which lead you to this very moment, walking down the long halls of Utgardhall alongside Odin and king Laufey who was one of your father's most precious allies. Your feet suddenly stopped dead in their tracks in front of an open door as your eyes spotted the many bookshelves of the palace library. Your eyes sparkled at the marvelous sight of the old leather-bound tomes stacked neatly together, drawing you into the room as if possessed by a spell until you heard the Allfather call your name, followed by an amused chuckle from Laufey.
"I see your daughter treasures the written word more than the spoken one. May I propose to let her do so for now, old friend", the king's hand rested on Odin's shoulder, "she will need to hold negotiations soon enough, she should have the opportunity to enjoy Utgardhall's library today."
You paced slowly through the room, your fingertips brushing of the spines of the carefully bound and neatly stacked books. Asgard's library was clearly bigger and brighter but this one left you in awe with the sunlight shining through its large stained-glass window, bursting into an opalescent cataract of azure, emerald, gold and ivory. The image kindled a cozy feeling deep inside you as if you'd be sitting at a crackling fire enjoying its comforting warmth while a snow storm raged outside. Your eyes strayed from the window to the bookshelf on the left, stopping at the sight of a protruding and rather big book, covered in time-worn black leather. You took it off the shelf, running your fingers along the ice blue runes on the cover. You learned to read and write older runes from your tutors when you were younger but these seemed so different from the ones you studied. The shapes looked somewhat familiar until they seem to twist into something much older. You carefully opened the book, skimming through the faded pages as you tried to concentrate your gaze on the many runes and the few beautifully drawn and colourful illustrations at the beginning of each chapter.
"I wonder what this is", you mumbled absorbed in your thoughts.
"The tales of how my people and this realm came to be", a gentle male voice spoke up behind you.
Startled your hands let go of the book and it fell towards the ground, a big blue hand catching it right before it could hit the floor. You gulped uncomfortably at the sudden clumsiness as you slowly turned around. Your eyes widened at the sight of the rather good looking Jotun standing right next to you. He was obviously taller than you but due to being bent forward, his face was at the same height as yours, close enough to feel his hot breath fan over your blushing cheeks. Every part of mind screamed at you not to but you kept staring at him without a single word leaving your usually eloquent mouth. Your eyes traveled from his dark lips, over the pale ridged markings up to his ruby eyes staring straight into your soul.
"I'm rather fond of this book so I'd prefer for it to not be dropped on the ground", he chuckled, a teasing grin spreading across his lips while he straightened up.
"I apologise", there was a crack in your voice, "given my love for books I can assure you that I'm usually more careful but you startled me."
"Well, we Frost Giants are known to frighten others," a sad expression spread across his face while he tried to smile, eyes glued to the book he was still holding.
You watched him carefully, intrigued by the depth of his sadness emanating from him as he spoke and it stirred something deep inside you, a sudden urge to to show kindness and bring back that grin from earlier. You didn't know this man but meeting him in a place that some of your fellow Aesir would have mockingly described as your natural habitat, witnessing his endearing humorous way to talk about books, it connected the two of you in a way neither of you could have fathomed.
"Can you read it?", you asked, pointing at the book.
"Well what kind of Jotun would I be if I couldn't?", he snickered.
"Read it to me", you requested, stretching your arms up so one hand could reach and carefully open the book he was still holding while the other motioned to a large divan in the corner of the room, "please."
The Jotun didn't look at you, his eyes remained firmly on the first page, but just before turned around to walk to the divan, you could spot the corners of his mouth twitching into a gentle smile.
"Well how could I refuse if I'm being asked by such a beautiful lady."
You felt the heat creep up your cheeks as you sat next to him. Despite the Frost Giants being welcome in Asgard and not considered enemies, they were still a rather unusual sight in your realm, with rumours circulating amongst the noble families about how brutish and uncivilized the Giants could be and yet here you were in the heart of Jotunheim, sitting next to this particular Jotun reading you the origin story of his kind.
"There was in times of old, where Ymir dwelt, nor sand nor sea, nor gelid waves", his soft but deep voice filled the room.
"Wait", goosebumps forming on your arm as your hand moved up touching his cold blue skin.
His ruby eyes studied you curiously while you flicked your fingers, an emerald mist wisping from the tips, floating in front of you and slowly transforming into a bright faintly translucent image of the words he just read out of the book. His mouth opened slightly at the sight, he'd seen spells many times, he was even capable to cast some himself, but the entire encounter with you, leading up to this moment as you used your seidr to make it seem as the story of his kind was alive, gifting him with the opportunity to see the story come to life filled his heart with a happiness he never believed to be real. It was the random act of kindness from a stranger that filled his eyes with tears of joy.
"I'm Loki", he almost sobbed, not daring to look at you.
Your eyes widened at the sudden realisation that you were sitting next to Laufey's son, the next king of Jotunheim whom you just asked to read to you. You murmured your name in between hitched breaths, shifting nervously on the divan.
"It is a pleasure meeting you, princess", he almost whispered and his gaze finally shifted to your delicate frame next to him.
Your eyes met and while your face felt like it was burning, you could have sworn to detect a slight shade of pink on his blue cheeks before you nodded and put your concentration back on your seidr.
"Earth existed not, nor heaven above, 'twas a chaotic chasm, and grass nowhere.", he continued calmly, unable to hide a content smile.
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Notes: I'm not sure if this is headed anywhere^^ I'm very hesitant if I should add more chapters, especially since I still have 2 ongoing series, 1 even about Loki, that I somehow neglect all the time xD
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Chapter 2
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Corrupted!Atreus/Atreus Odinson au MasterPost
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Art by my favourite friend of all time @p-lomm (because i unfortunately have horrendous spine-shaking artblock)
> Odin, through methods you can feel free to make up yourself, becomes aware that Loki is destined to kill him come Ragnarök. He wants to kill the boy outright of course, maybe even risk doing so as Týr, but learns about Atreus' faculty for dead languages and decides to put it off for now to prioritize his goal regarding the rift.
> Just as he did in the game, Atreus goes to Asgard. Once there, Odin plays it up as the nice replacement dad to try and warm the boy up to him but it's clearly got minimal success. Atreus is friendly and insisting that he trusts him, but he's not the best liar. He's also slightly withholding/stalling help on the Mask due to that distrust. Odin panics, even though the boy is helping him, because if Atreus asks to go home he'll lose the control he now has over him. But if he forces Atreus to stay, all of that effort to build rapport will be wasted. He needs to make a course of action, and fast.
> Freya during their marriage taught him some level of conscious-affecting magic, and he learned more by observing her and the studying he did into Baldur's spell. He's done mind manipulation magic on others on a much lower scale than this, but he knows the process on how to intensify the effects. He wants to force loyalty onto Atreus so that the boy won't hesitate to help and won't betray him when Ragnarök comes. Creating an entirely new lifetime of memories is much more difficult than tinkering with what's already there, so he takes the neural pathway Atreus has to Kratos and basically slams his face over Kratos'. He keeps things vague, but essentially has Atreus believing Odin is his father, thus making Baldur his brother, and still retaining the fuzzy memory of Kratos snapping Baldur's neck.
> Successfully making Atreus loyal to him and antagonistic toward Kratos, Atreus faces a slight personality shift. He's still slightly awkward, clumsy and unintentionally rude, but after fully comitting to the Loki identity he's also snootier and more holier-than-thou, believing himself special because Odin grants him more attention than his brothers. He essentially reverts to his brief corruption arc in GoW4.
> Heimdall and Thor are obviously not pleased, but are forbidden from intefering with the spell or hurting Loki. Loki takes their clear dislike of him as brothers being jealous of the youngest having clear favouritism and is overjoyed at the idea of being envied. He gives them as much shit as they give him. Heimdall, who genuinely is jealous and doesn't understand why the allfather would manufacture a new son when he constantly vies for his affection and attention, tries to subtly sabotage the spell by planting ideas in Loki's head of his old life. This mixes Loki up and upsets him, and he sometimes struggles with what's real.
> Loki is banned from interacting with Thrúd, Skjöldr, or any other children his age. Nearly all of his free time is spent dedicated to training, studying or working on the mask, which he does ardently pursue to make his 'father' happy but which is waylayed by his grip on his powers being more tenuous now he's forgotten or muddled up a lot of the past learning process. He likes to carry the mask around with him, typically on his waist, to show it off as a proof of how much trust is placed in him, the way Heimdall does with Gjallarhorn.
> The faulty perception of himself, as it did in GoW4, makes Atreus sick. His mind is in conflict with itself on who he is, repressed memories fighting the implanted ones. He has frequent nightmares and dizzy spells, especially when someone (usually Heimdall) presses on the subject more. Some days he spends bedbound by it.
> More to be added when I remember it. To be frank, most of this was conceptualized in my head and not externalized into text before this point, so it's still a little muddled. But here's the baseline!
Might add (or possibly remove) friend art if she wakes up and gives me explicit permission. 🗿 Time zones. Love you Plom.
Extra info of note-
Appearance = Loki is of course typically in his Asgardian armour get-up, but he can occasionally be found in more of a tunic-type attire (like Heimdall or Skjöldir) when he's just chillin'. He keeps the mask either in his hands (when actively working with it) or on his belt (when just strolling around, like a show-off.) When he eventually collects the second piece, he can sometimes be found actually wearing it. He has green eyes, not blue, as is seen in the Asgard scenes, and he lets his hair grow out ever so slightly in his time there instead of habitually cutting it close as he did prior to resemble Kratos (hc).
Personality = As expressed before, he's a far sight brattier than in canon, and we both know that's saying a lot. He actually does somewhat like Thor, especially since he misattributes both of his children's deaths to Kratos and not Modi's to himself, thus being more sympathetic on that front. He's a lot more jaded about violence just as he was during his original corruption in GoW4, seeing death in a very callous way and being brutal in sparring matches. Alongside disliking the Kratos of memory, he also hates Freya for perceiving her role in his 'brother's' death, though no amount of mindfuck can give him any love for Baldur. Still, even originally he at least could empathize with the cursed man, and those feelings transfer over. Banned as he is from those his age he does still see them around, and while Thrúd keeps to the order of silence on what has happened to him she lets him strike up conversation. Witnessing what's happened to him builds her distrust in her grandfather. Also he thinks he's her uncle now, which is pretty weird.
Sickness = Mostly characteristic of how it was in the first game, with dizzy and fainting spells and the occasional bronchitis-style choking up blood. Odin gives him remedies he claims are medicine for an illness the boy has had since birth, which are actually laced with seidr to keep the spell strong in a subtle way. Loki typically feels more sick after having them, but trusts his 'father' completely.
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fictive-sl0th · 1 year
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Devil’s Dance 💃🏻
Part of the lovely @lokisgoodgirl ‘s Winter Warmer collection check it out ❤️
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When y/n despairs of learning Slowfox for the Christmas gala, Loki has to step in as dance instructor…
warnings: 18+ implied smut, dirty talk, language
Stomping your foot like a pouting child, you signaled Pepper to turn down the music again.
You’ve been trying to learn those damn Slowfox steps for two hours now and basically nothing seemed to work.
Usually, you were a quick-witted, intelligent person but this dance was at loggerheads with your feet and hips. Coordination was long lost.
“Maybe you could erm… wait at the bar with Peter?“ Wanda implied, sensing your simmering disappointment and coy self-doubts.
Understandable considering that three different men tried to teach you but it worked with none. Not with Tony nor Bruce and even the experienced fossile himself couldn’t get your body to move the right way.
Those vivid dreams where you danced with Loki, the baddest crush you’ve ever had, faded in thin air as realization slowly set in.
Maybe you were just not meant to be dancing that Christmas night and possibly it was for the better. As if the reserved god of handsomeness would’ve asked you to dance anyway.
Mischief was an unbearably sexy colleague, nothing more. Sadly.
You could write a whole poem about how his defined jaw clenched when he was annoyed or how those sharp cheekbones turned into literal blades when Thor talked him into sucking on a straw to try one of his crazy smoothies.
God, this was the best source of sexual devastation to ever exist. And Loki always did it gracefully, his rosy tongue darting out to swirl around the straw so… so like a whore
Sometimes you were dreaming about those lavish curls spilling on his bare, muscular shoulders when he strutted across the hallway after tackling both supersoldiers with his pinky.
Needless to mention the endless paragraphs about juicy thighs straining Asgardian leather pants or even better; his sweatpants that had you on your wobbly knees. Perhaps Tony wanted to kill you and gifting Loki 'normal clothes' was a perfectly veiled attempt on your life.
This man was a piece of perfection and you were- well, you. Whether you currently felt positive or down.
Loki Laufeyson could have any woman he pleased but you only wanted him. The god of mischief who was indulged in one of those old Asgardian novels on the couch. You’d eat your hat if he truly needed those sexy glasses to read.
“Very productive comment, Wanda“ Steve remarked sarcastically, raising a warning eyebrow at the young witch.
“You know what? Maybe she’s right“ you sighed, hands on your hips before Steve gently caressed your arm.He was truly sorry for not being able to teach you although 100 years of experience lingered in his tall body.
“I mean look at the date. How on earth am I supposed to get my damn legs sorted until then?“ you tried to reason your thoughts on just giving up whereas Pepper’s eyes spoke volumes. She knew exactly how much you wanted to and the pity in her expression intensified with every change of partner. Every unsuccessful change.
“Maybe Santa Claus will gift her a written instruction“ Tony quipped earning an instant death glare from his girlfriend.
“Seriously Tony?“ she scoffed turning to Thor, literally banging her head against his rock hard biceps in utter despair.
Could this situation get any worse?
In the corner of your eye you spotted Loki’s emerald eyes flashing in the evening sun. He was always attentive, taking in his surroundings even though one supposed he was focused. Like a silent weapon.
But it bit the god’s honor that he hadn’t found the right moment to make a move. Loki had never been the type to overthink his charm to entice women but with you it was different. Everything was different when it came to the most beautiful Avenger…
What was he thinking? Was he making fun of your clumsy steps or awkward spins?
Well, to be honest you couldn’t even blame him. It looked funny for sure and you probably would’ve giggled as well. Plus Loki’s laughter sounded like the happy noise of a V8 engine purring like a cat.
Yea, you crushed hard on the god of mischief.
And speaking of the devil Thor dropped the bomb “Lady y/n, you could give it a try with my brother“. The older Asgardian smiled down at you, one muscular arm pointing at the aloof god on your right like an invitation.
“Mischief? Dancing?“ It blurted out of Sam who was watching the procedure for a while now. The Falcon allegedly was a good dancer but everyone knew he was lurking to watch and learn.
Loki’s cold gaze silenced him in a blink of an eye, making him clear his throat awkwardly. Sam's 'forget-it-was-me' neck rub was quick to follow while Loki punished him with silence. Wordless indifference like he always did unless it was Thor to mock him. Then god help you all.
“I wager Loki is the best dancer in the nine realms. All the royal Ladies would have given up their Vanir silk gowns for just one time in his arms“ Thor explained, crossing the extended arm in front of his chest again, pride letting it swell and rise.
“Latter I wouldn’t doubt“ Wanda whispered in your ear making you giggle like a child. No one sane could deny Loki Laufeyson’s ubiquitous effect.
The leather of Tony’s couch shuffled and screeched as Loki’s legs moved down, his tall figure raising to his full, impressive height as he straightened his back.
'Fuck' you cursed preparing for a public put-down of the man you desired so much he had long invaded your dreams.
Those were the sweetest dreams, not just about rigorous sex.
He would read you poems in Norwegian although you wouldn’t understand a single word, stroke your back as you laid on top of his chest telling him about your day or him asking you out in cozy, small restaurants.
But the sex dreams were alive and… vivid.
Too vivid for your bedsheets.
“You better have rhapsodized about me in those highest possible terms when mother was asking, Thor“ Loki’s low baritone filled the room with this soothing pitch you wished to hear every day from close up.
Nervously shifting on the spot, you tried not to look completely desperate as you realized the steadily breathing, raven haired god was towering right behind you.
His presence felt electrifying, magnetizing to your muscles that yearned to touch him while your mind felt embarrassingly unable of thinking straight or coherent. Hopefully, he would turn you down decently without making much of a scene.
“Come on, brother! I truly mean it“ Thor boomed, patting his shoulder from where he stood next to you like a huge rock made out of Asgardian muscles. Not your type but his younger brother was elegant, masculine perfection.
Incredulous yet deeply invested stares met him, triggering another piece of historical happenings to slip from his honest tongue. “Loki even instructed me and now the high Ladies of Asgard are dreaming of my impeccable quadrille“.
Silence. Entertained eyes met each other.
Of course, his comment was pouring oil in the fire of the collective breakdown, coaxing Wanda’s unbearably high laughter into another peak.
The god of mischief sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose as he silently waited for his childish colleagues to dismount their high horses. Tony’s laughter was dirty while Bruce desperately tried to remain respectful and Sam dangled on the verge of oxygen deficiency.
“I’m sorry about them“ you murmured biting your lower lips from brining up the courage to talk to the slightly riled up Loki behind you. He was annoyed, the regal nerves strained until they’d snap.
“No, darling. I should rather pity you for having to endure this on a deterrent daily basis“ Loki whispered back, leaning forward to bring his head only a few inches from yours.
His hot breath blew a few stands of your loose hair, your breath hitching for the moment he was so fucking close. It always felt breathtaking when Laufeyson was practically palpable.
“If you allow me?“ he purred, his big hand extended from behind right in your field of view.
A proper answer wasn’t forming on your tongue, instead you just shook your head, reddening like a damn strawberry. The last thing you needed now was stepping on his toes or clashing your face against his hard chest like his personal jester.
“No, I just- I don’t want to-“ you stammered, internally damning yourself on the devil’s lap. How Loki caught your tongue was a poisoning experience.
“So… you’re truly denying me, be I the the best dance instructor of the nine realms?“ he snickered, making your legs turn to face his smug smile free of any sign of judgement.
You swore you had never seen him be so gentle to anyone before. However, it suited his flawless face.
“Dove, don’t fret . You already master the basic steps even if you haven’t yet realized“ Loki explained looking down when he slowly showed you the Lady’s basic steps again.
“One step backwards with your right foot“ the god began to comment what finally got you to mirror his actions. Slowly your brain concentrated on his feet hidden by emerald socks. Even his feet were hot. Damn.
“Then, take a step backwards with your left foot but again slowly“.
You obeyed, carefully pulling the right leg to meet the level of your right foot. The dying laughter of your friends felt distant as you concentrated only on Loki.
“Just like that, perfect“ he cooed before his long leg moved again pulling you in it’s endless ban with the amount of grace this man could put in such a subtle move.
“Now mirror what I just did; one sidestep to the right with your right foot and push it quickly“ he instructed calmly waiting for you to follow again.
“Good girl“ the praise shot right in your heart causing you to flash a quick, unintended smile that, of course, didn’t go unnoticed by your wicked teacher.
“And close the gap by moving your left foot with the same pace“ and so you did, repeating the steps on your own but backwards as your erratic brain suddenly tried to impress the god who smelled like leather, sea buckthorn and cold, freshly fallen snow.
A trademark scent you would instantly buy as cologne.
Your panties were suffering but you didn’t care. Not right now as you just wanted to relish in this weirdly private moment with Loki.
“Oh, I am impressed. Darling, just one thing;“ he was about to explain, both your eyes slowly rising to meet in an intimate way.
You were so vulnerable in this situation while Loki was suave and reassuring, the utter difference to his usual demeanor.
You drowned in the green hues as he continued with his gravelly voice “Don’t be afraid to sway those pretty hips of yours“.
You nodded, the wetness between your legs seeped in unison with a wave of redness adorning the tip of your nose.
To Loki, you were the sweetest creature and such perfect putty in his innuendos. It was assuring him, making him dare to go further and explore how you would play along. Maybe he’d finally have you.
“Repeat that for me, would you dove?“ Loki coaxed you to dance again before an exposed forearm extended, his soft pointer lingering under your chin to raise your gaze from your own feet.
“Eyes on me“ he cooed, a smug grin curling the corners of his velvety looking lips. God, he was gorgeous. A piece of Norse art your eyes easily found a hold onto.
“There you go. Just continue. Don’t let those perfect legs get distracted by my actions“ he purred like a satisfied V8. Sexually. The pitch of his voice was still the soothing one that goaded you to follow his indecent instructions.
Was he doing it on purpose? Maybe, you thought.
Suddenly, you frowned lightly as he stepped closer matching your steps with the male leading ones as if he had never done something else. The gods big hand settled on your back, his thumb calmingly stroking your shoulder blade.
“Take my hand“ he whispered, biting his lip sparsely subtle when your hands met and fingers latched together.
“Focus on me, remember?“ Your nervously flicking gaze slowly settled on his smiling emeralds, your own lips infected by Loki’s friendly yet mischievous grin.
The music surrounded you, dragging your body in a weird state of autonomy, blindly led by Loki’s skilled steps.The prince was dominant.
“Oh. My. Lord“ Wanda panted, her eyes wide open just as the ones of her colleagues watching the two of you with awe-struck expressions.
“Well, gentleman. Seems like the god has won“ Tony murmured, patting Steve’s and Bruce’s arms in an apologetic manner. Of course would Loki win.
It felt so much better than with the other men, almost naturally your step length matched Loki’s without weird toe stepping or stumbling. Dancing could really be fun and unexpectedly arousing…
But of course, the experienced teacher had some critique. You saw it in the depths of his analyzing eyes as they flew over your body. Not going to lie, you enjoyed his emeralds wandering your cleavage so full of desire.
“It feels good, doesn’t it? But I need your posture to be a little more… erect” Mischief purred, the t leaving his tongue with a suave whizz. Involuntarily your eyes darted down, taking a glimpse of his crotch straining the black chinos like a menace. Obviously there was a suggestive grain of truth in his choice of words.
“You’re doing so well for me. Dare to try a spin?“ Loki asked watching your delicate face contort in slight fear and worries, your legs were soon to join the sudden nervousness. A gentle push on your back kept you locked in the dance, your feet finding this magical sync to his again.
“It is simple however, you have to give in to my lead. Could you do that for me, darling?“
A cat got your tongue, forcing you to a dumbish nod but Loki’s smile didn’t fade a bit. The god savored every disbelieving twitch of your brows, every small widening of your gorgeous eyes he was loosing himself in.
How impeccable they would look staring up at him while he made you cum on his cock…
“Good girl. So brave“ Loki cooed so seductively, his sharp cheekbones highlighted by the change of light as he slowly led you in the left turn.
The golden halo was showing off Loki’s ethereal side contrasting wonderfully harsh with his obsidian curls. He was captivating, his whole demeanor devouring every sense like honeyed canines. It was a suave bite.
“Don’t stop, darling. Let me guide your divine body“.
A hot shudder twirled around your spine, descending to the ocean in your panties. He had no idea how you would thoroughly give in to him if he only wanted you. Had he?
A few loose strands that escaped his provisional manbun flew in the wind of your better than expected turn. A true feeling of success surged through your veins, manifesting as a proud smile on your glowing face.
The small “yesss“ creeping from your parted lips made Loki chuckle, the strong hand on your back coaxing you closer and closer until your boobs brushed his muscular chest.
“See, darling. Your beautiful legs are moving on their own” Loki’s soothing voice resounded in the fascinated atmosphere of the common room. The low timbre against your ear dominated the slow fox music like a singer.
You treasured every second of Loki Laufeyson leading you so close, his sly grin and flirty eyes toying with your heart so good.
The big Christmas tree was illuminated now that it was evening, sending a poem of colorful light specks to travel Loki’s alabaster skin as he skillfully guided you in another turn. It worked.
You were dancing and not even too bad. All the awkward feelings from stumbling across not only Steve’s feet beforehand vanished in cinnamon scented air. Wanda’s Sokovian Christmas cookies were fresh out of the oven.
“My mother always said nothing is beyond reach if you only find the right person” he whispered, barely audible but enough to make your heart skip a beat.
A thousand small needles pricked your skin where the god touched you, conveying his heavenly salvation. You needed it, him.
“Thank you so much Loki. You’re my hero“ you collected your nervous voice again, relishing in his proud smile and the sexual innuendos his eyes were still delivering so enticingly.
“It was my pleasure, dove. But I’m afraid it takes a few more lessons until we will truly dominate the dance floor“ Mischief snickered and raised a challenging eyebrow at your confused expression.
Your feet, however, were never stopping to move to the slow rhythm. His dexterous fingers intertwined with yours felt like an unbreakable bond of stability and trust.
“Wait, you- you want me to be your date for the gala?“
Loki’s manbun finally gave way to his obsidian pride, the curls spilling on your hand that was holding on tight to his flexing shoulder. The brush tickled, making you feel more of him. More of the man you had longed for months.
“Well, yes. But let’s not run before we can walk, shall we?“ he cooed leaning farther down until his seductive mouth was only a mere inch from your delicate cheek.
“I have many things yet to teach you, darling but I will gladly introduce you to any dance you crave“…
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Feral
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Summary: Tapped, Caged and Frozen.
Rating: R *Dark*
Note: Be gentle loves, i believe this is my first one shot with Frost Giant Loki technically Lol one Frost Giant one shot, coming up @buttercupcookies-blog
"oh don't get your nickers in a twist he's right over oh-!"
''Ow!'' you yelp after feeling a sharp pain hit your ankle, throwing your balance off to where you needed to extend a hand against the wall. Wincing, you look down to see a small piece of glass in your skin and not to far away, a broken phone. Yet what was more shocking was that the now broken phone lay just between Loki's feet.
''oh dear how clumsy of me and now look at where it's gotten me'' Loki sighed, scolding himself as he stepped over the mess and came over to you, his height reminding you just how small you were compared to a Frost Giant.
There was no fear, Loki had redeemed himself and his people long ago by helping Thor with various threats now and again to earth, so him towering above you now didn't send you any red flag feelings at all as you shyly tilted your head up to find him hunched a little to try to get a better look- I which you shifted away.
''it's fine- I know it was an accident. I'll just find a way to go clean-''
''none sense darling, it's the least I could do for harming such a.. fine mortal such as yourself''
The last statement had his eyes slipping past your shoulders a few times, making your cheeks redden as you glance back at your table where your friends were. Wasted and not even wondering where you were. He was a king after all, would it be rude to refuse? His charming smile had you practically woozy.. or was that just your buzz and blood loss talking.. but still, you couldn't help but hesitate.
''well.. I have a first aid kit in my car-''
''that would be perfect darling, allow me to escort you so you don't accidently lose your balance. A leg is a terrible limb to injure ad I feel bad enough already.'' Loki reasoned and took your hand without a word from you.
Just going with it and not seeing the real harm, you let him lead you to the back of the restaurant and out the back exit, taking note that his skin was colder than the night air. Your shiver didn't go unnoticed by Loki, who took his time walking since you were injured and his large stride was enough to equal practically three of your steps.
''my apologies love, I'm afraid getting closer would do you no good with your dropped temperature.'' He lightly joked as he slowed even more so you could lead to where your car was.
''you apologize a lot'' you couldn't help but tease, not sure if it was the right thing to say or not to a royal but his chuckle made you feel like it was alright.
''if I didn't for when I've done wrong, what kind of a king would I be.'' He smiled before you got to your car.
You've always loved larger vehicles and with your hurt leg, it made you regret packing far from the beginning. You even refused when he offered to carry you but you knew your heart's pounding would give you away about finding him attractive. Better to limp then to be embarrassed.
''thank you for your help but I should have this from here.'' You said gratefully as you opened the trunk and pulled out a small first aid kit from the side.
''don't be silly darling, I've started this so let me at least help finish it.'' he smiled and you jumped a little to feel his hands on your hips, taking note of the size before he carefully turned you around to face him and lifted you up to sit you down in the trunk.
The action alone made you blush and your hands gripped the edge to try to get yourself out and of course your words stuttered by his touch. ''its probably just a scratch Loki, I'll be-''
''a scratch normally doesn't cause one to limp darling, at least let me see it.'' he shushed and kneeled down with your ankle in his hand.
Holding back a wince, he looked over the shard of glass and hummed in thought. ''..this might make you uncomfortable darling but my finger tips seem to be a bit to big to get the piece of glass and I don't wish to risk you hurting yourself further so I need you to trust me.''
As if he'd knew you were going to question him first, he then bent his head down to your ankle, making your eyes widen and your cheeks began adopting their knew color of embarrassment as you watched him.
''what are you- ah!'' you yelped, your lips parted in silence a moment after as he raised his head with the glass between his teeth and a sly grin on his lips.
''not to worry darling, It was merely..'' his words slowed as his smile faltered to an unreadable expression and the glass falling to the floor.
Thinking maybe something was medically wrong or something, you glance down at your leg that was bleeding a little with the glass out now but nothing you could see to cause such a concerned reaction as you looked at Loki. ''what is it?'' you asked carefully.
His eyes slowly moved down to your bleeding leg, his eyes having darkened to a burgundy rather than a crimson. A shiver ran down your spine as you saw him inhaling deeply, almost like a wolf tracking a scent before a gasp left your lips when you felt his tongue run flat against your cut.
''gods I was unaware a Midgardian could taste this divine..'' he breathed, his voice almost representing a possessive growl as he placed his lips on your wound and sucked, his hand anchoring your ankle in his grip as your own tightened on the ledge of the vehicle.
''L-Loki stop- that's enough-'' you stuttered, trying to wrap your head over how this entire scene changed from help to get help! Were Frost Giants some sort of.. vampires? But you felt no teeth on you, just merely his tongue lapping at your wound and his lips occasionally sucking. Your heart pounded as you tried resisting his grip but he was far stronger than you.
Just as you opened your mouth to shout, he finally released your leg from his mouth and stood, his hands resting on either side of you to cage you in before you could even think about hopping out from the back. ''you drive me feral Y/N.. I must taste all of you..'' he practically moaned as his hands gripped your hips, his movements careful not to crush you from your mere size as you were but practically a doll to him.
Your eyes were wide and your mind raced to keep up with your heart, knowing what his intentions were and you checked your options. His knee rested just between your hanging legs from the ledge of the car, not allowing you to kick. His arms on your hips, leaving no room to use your arms to bring yourself out and any physical strength you could muster would be practically ineffective to his size and strength anyway.
Trapped. Caged. Frozen.
As he leaned forward, his eyes dragging over your chest and down to the middle of your thighs, your cheeks heated up and fear met your stomach as you leaned back away from him, only to encourage his advance as he climbed in as you tried crawling back away from him.
Trapped.
His Frost Giant size made him barely able to fit the back of the car, even it being a large vehicle but somehow the trunk door closed. His back was pressed up against the ceiling and his head bent low so his horns pressed up against the back of the back seats. All the while you lay caged underneath him with his knees on either side of you and his hands resting on each side of your head. His breathing was deep, as if he was using everything In his being to hold himself and you shook where you lay.
''p-please don't do this- you're a royal.. you can have anyone you want-''
''then I shall have you'' he smirked, his eyes blown with lust as if you had just given him permission and he bowed his head to begin sucking and licking at your neck.
Your hands rested on each of his shoulders, pushing him but to no success. His helmet gently yet firmly pressed against the side of your head as you looked away from him, only resulting in giving him permanent access to attacking your neck.
Caged.
You felt on of his hands running down your side and down your thigh, firmly grasping it and despite your resistance, pulled it around his leg so he had a knee between your own, taking away your ability to close your legs.
His lips moved across your jawbone and nibbled your earlobe, making your nails dig more into his exposed shoulders where his smirk showed he noticed your ticklish spot. you whimpered, pushing him away and pushed at his chest but as his lips traveled below your ear and licked at your neck, the more you realized how the rest of your body was reacting.
Your legs shook as you got light goosebumps over your arms while your shivers traveled more up your body and it wasn't necessarily because of his different body temperature. To your horror, you felt yourself beginning to get aroused and your eyes widened.
Frozen.
His hand gripped your thigh, rubbing it up and down and dipped down now and again to squeeze your ass before you felt it travel to your waist and his fingers curled to grip the edge of your jeans.
''w-wait-''
RIP
He yanked once and your jeans ripped apart, exposing your intimate parts only covered by your black panties. He shifted so he was looming above you again, his eyes traveling down to examine his new findings and smirked, almost seeing a hungry in his eyes as he gripped your hips and pushed you up more so you were closer to the back of the seats for his height to be accommodated but he was still in a hunched position.
You prayed the signs would show that this had to stop, or at least someone would return to their car and perhaps notice the scene but the growing fog in your windows would make it impossible for someone to notice inside. A frost giant with their height alone in the back of the car would have no way to dip their head comfortably and reach your inner most area, even with the top of your head at the back of the back seats.
That wouldn't stop Loki.
Your eyes widened once more as the snap brought you out of your desperate thoughts and noticed he had removed your panties and looked hungrier than ever with lust. His eyes raised to lock with yours, a mischievous and almost a cruel look formed on his lips before you suddenly felt gentle yet firm pressure against your lips.
Fear filling your chest, your hand flew up to investigate but found no object at your mouth but you found yourself unable to open your mouth. Only muffles could be heard as you tried yelling out but your lips would not open. Just before you could panic more with being invisibly gagged, Loki slid a hand behind you to rest behind your back before you were suddenly pressed against his chest.
Without missing a beat, you two were suddenly flipped and Loki now lay comfortably on his back, being able to accommodate his full height and you now on top of him. finding the opportunity to try to dive over the seats, his grip on your hips tightened as your knees rested practically against his chest. Youd practically have to do the slits if you could even dream straddling a frost giant.
''ah ah ah darling, I have other plans for you'' he teased and suddenly you were shoved forward, his hands gripping your hips before you knees landed beside each side of his head, cunt meeting his awaiting tongue as he wasted no time to lap and dive his tongue into you.
A whimper followed be a held back moan hummed on your lips, your heart rate picking up at your panicked feeling of such an intimate position where you tried gripping the seats to try to get away but Loki planted his hands firmly on your hips, grounding you and you could practically feel him smirk against your cunt.
He merely shook his head at your attempt to get away, resulting in rubbing the tip of his nose against your clit while he ran his tongue up and down against your cunt, making you shiver as your arousal picked up.
You hated him, you wanted to hate this, but he was making it very difficult in trying to make this not enjoyable. Your nails dug into the seats as your chest pressed against the back of them. Loki's grip lightened a little on your hips as your resistance to get up faltered and he began rocking you back and forth against his mouth and nose.
Your eyes raised, your head falling back as a hand fell to grip one of his horns and your shivers began to grow as well as your orgasm. The feeling in the pit of your stomach grew intense and your vision danced, cunt clenching around nothing as he tongue fucked you. Your grip tightened, your breathing picked up and your eyes fluttered.
All thoughts were gone, all concerns were gone. All your body wanted now was release. Loki knew you were drawing close as he moaned against your pussy, sending vibrations against you which made you return to now welcomed moans that were able to leave your lips. Your breath hitched and your back arched. Loki's grip tightened and slapped your ass, making you yelp with snapped pleasure before his tongue flicked and quickened.
All was enough and you fell from that glorious edge and climaxed. You moaned, practically screaming his name if it wasn't muffled but his magic and your body shuddered, cumming in waves as he moaned against you, lapping every drop graciously as your body was overwhelmed with pleasure.
Loki's movements didn't slow down until your body began slowing down and you panted with your vision beginning to return. With a smirk, he suddenly sat up, your body sliding down him to lay on your back between his legs practically, his obvious erection against your back as he hunched forward to look down at you. His hands held your hips and your lips parted finally so you took proper breaths, your eyes looking up at him glassy while he smirked down at you.
Proud and hungry.
Raising up two of his digits, long and large, mischief danced in his eyes as they dragged down to your cunt.
''alright darling, I'd say you are practically prepared for your.. fitting.''
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Warnings: age gap, creepin’, slow burn, stepdad-adjacent, possible noncon/dubcon, abuse, violence, self-harm, manipulation, panic attack, dissociation, gaslighting.
Character: silverfox!Thor
Your mother meets a new man, but he doesn’t seem very interested in her.
Note: <3 Another erratic drabble series. Appreciate any and all feedback. Love you all. And I didn’t expect this chapter to go this way or to be a bit longer than usual.
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Thrud is glowing, her cheeks rosy, her eyes vibrant, her hair lustrous and full. You feel like a shadow next to her. In awe of her beauty as she takes a crystal glass and pours dark wine into its depths.
She fills a second and clunks down the bottle heavily on the round table at the centre of the room. A room surrounded by several others in a small villa outside the main house of the vineyard. She hands one to you and eagerly draws from the brim. You sip daintily, the taste acrid as it singes your tongue.
You swallow, nearly choking as she takes her phone and thumbs at it carelessly, tossing it back on the table as she sticks her tongue out, "boys."
"Uh, yeah," you laugh nervously and pick at your dry lip, stopping yourself as her eyes catch the movement. "Sorry."
"Oh, hon, you don't have to be sorry," she shrugs as she sits on cushioned divan, "why don't you chill out, girl?"
You tiptoe to her and sit carefully with your glass, hers sloshing obliviously as she angles it to her mouth again. She slurps with zeal and pops her lips as she pulls it away. You look around anxiously, uncertain. She's so nice. Well, so is Thor so you guess you shouldn't be surprised.
"You ever been to Spain before?"
You shake your head and make yourself drink the wine. It's sweeter the more you sip. You cradle the glass gently and look at her again. She's gorgeous. You wish you were like her.
"Oh, wonderful, I'll have to show you around. There's a pool... indoors. It's a bit too cold out to be that wild!" She giggles, "oh, and the cellar! You can have your choice of any bottle. I'm my uncle's favourite so you don't need to worry about that."
"That's nice," you look down into the dark wine, "I don't drink much, though."
"Quiet thing like you, of course not, but you've got a friend now. You don't have to be stingy for these old men."
"Um," you give a goofy smile, not sure how to reply.
"Relax, I mean it. You're much better company than my dumb brothers. They always end up breaking something. Oh! There's this club near here, I used to sneak away in high school, don't mention it to daddy, but it's so nice and the men. They'll buy you a drink just for a smile. They like foreigners."
"Men?" You utter and shake your head, "I don't..."
"I'll do the talking. Ah, oh," she covers her mouth, "I'm terrible for it. I gab away and no one gets a word in elsewise. Well, please, I want you to tell me everything."
"Everything?"
"About you!"
"Me? Well, I'm not interesting."
"You must be if you're here."
"I... I dunno, my mom... it was just me and her and then---"
You gasp as the glass slips from your hand. You squeak and stand as it spills across the wood and you touch your cheeks. You don't know what you were doing, not paying attention. God, if your mother was there she'd holler and howl until you cleaned it up. You stare down at the puddle and sway, searching for anything to wipe it up.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry," you sniffle, "I'll clean it up. I don't know how-- I didn't mean to," you babble, "please don't be mad."
"Relax," she rises breezily and puts her empty glass aside, sweeping across the room and through a doorway. She returns with a towel but ignores your reach. She squats to mop up the mess, "it's not very much."
She sops it up and even gets a few drops from your feet. You step back shyly and hug yourself, "I'm so clumsy--"
"Hey, the glass didn't even break," she says cheerily as she lifts it, "no harm, no foul. It's all good." She smiles and goes to the table, "just means we need to get you a nice clean glass."
"Maybe I've had enough," you suggest.
"Enough, you just need to loosen up," she trills and stops, "but if you really don't want anymore, you don't have to."
You look her in the face. She makes you feel easy, like the world might not be that scary. You don't even know her but she feels familiar.
"Thank you," you try to smile, "I'm sorry. I just... don't have any friends."
"You don't have any friends?" She says without a hint of sarcasm, "well, I'd love for you to be mine so... wine or water, hon?"
You chew your lip and real curve takes over your lips, "I'll try some more wine, if that's okay."
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You feel fuzzy and bubbly. Like you could float or even fly. Music pulses in the air, beats you've never heard before, a melody that has you twirling around. Thrud dances around with you in the space of the villa, her laughter mingling with yours.
You've never felt like this, free. It's as if all your troubles are gone, as if you're not you, as if you were never sad or mad or anything else.
You stumble over your own feet and she catches your arm before you can tip over. You giggle again as both of you nearly collide with the table.
"You are wild," she growls at you, "who knew the little mouse had it in her?"
You roll your eyes at her, "I always wanted to be fun."
"You are!" She slurs, "trust me."
"No one lets me be fun!" You pout and turn away from her, reach for the bottle. It's empty as you tip it up. "God. Fuck!" You cover your mouth guiltily and let the bottle roll across the table, "oh my."
She laughs and you can't help but join in, ripping your hand away from your mouth, "fuck, shit!"
"Oh god, stop it," she clenches her sides.
"I never, I never swear," you whisper, "it's... so cool."
She laughs again and shakes her head, "I won't stop you. Jeez, sounds like you've been living in a convent."
"My mother," you hiccup, "she's an old nun. Never let me swear or... wear anything pretty... or-- or--" you feel it all brewing to a boil. You fall onto a chair and clutch your head, "she didn't love me. She doesn't love me."
It goes silent as you hunch over and hold your head. Thrud comes to you, her hand resting softly on your shoulder as she coos at you, "I'm sorry, hon, please don't think about it now. Not like this."
"I'm sorry," you sit up and swipe your fingers over your lashes, "I'm stupid."
"No, no," she gets to her knees beside you and rubs your arm, "you've been hurt. That's all, baby."
"I'm grown, I just needa suck it up."
She scoffs, "suck it up? I hope that's not what my uncle's been telling you."
"No, no, no, he's so nice. He... he listens to me," you wiggle your nose, fighting the tide of tears, "he's too nice to me. He's..." you smile a little, "he's a good doctor."
"Good," she says, "that's very good."
"It's Thor," you eke out and quickly swallow up your voice.
"Thor? Dad?" She wonders, "what do you mean?"
You blink, long and hard, then look at her. You want to say it all. He's scary, he's confusing, he's suffocating. But she's his daughter and she loves him. And he loves her. You can't say it because it might not even be true.
"Nothing."
"Nothing?"
"He saved me," you shrug, "from mom."
"Oh," her hands brushes down your arm, "that's good."
A sudden pounding comes at the door and you feel it in your chest. You whimper and knot your fingers over your chest, letting out a high-pitched squeal. Thrud looks up, her eyes smoky as she stands and wobbles around the chair.
She crosses the villa and grabs the iron hand, pulling open the heavy wood door. Her father waits on the other side, as if summoned by your mention. You cower and refuse to look at him.
"You two, it's late--" he stops short, "Thrud, is she..."
"She's okay, daddy, we're just having fun."
"How much have you given her?"
"Daddy, get out, we're young, we're just--"
"Thrud, you don't understand, she can't drink that much on her meds."
"Oh, uh, I didn't know--"
"You didn't give me time to explain, did you?" He snaps.
"Alright, you don't have to be so rude," she whines drunkenly.
"I should take her to her villa, look at her--"
"She can stay here, I'll keep an eye on her--"
"You're drunk too."
"Daddy, I said get out," she stomps her foot and latches onto his arm as you finally glance over.
"You don't underst--"
"I understand, just fine. I can take care of my friend," she insists, "hon," she inserts herself between you and Thor, "do you wanna go or do you wanna stay?"
You look between them. Thrud sways slightly, cheeks flushed, and lashes drooping, but Thor stands with a dimple in his cheek and a tick in his jaw. That same anger that lingers just under the surface. You hang your head and sniff, "I wanna stay."
"See, daddy, now good night!" Thrud says, "ugh, you always spoil the fun."
"K--" Thor begins and stops himself, "alright, fine. Just... no more. And go to bed."
"Nightttttt," Thrud sings as she ushers him to the door, snapping it shut at his exit, "I hate when he does that."
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