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To Have and To Hold - Chapter 8

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Summary: Loki and Violet reunite. Violet gives birth. A/N: I wanna give a big thanks to @michelleleewise and @lokisgoodgirl for being my BETA readers and for helping me along with my unhinged ideas. Pairing: Loki x OFC/Reader Word Count: Over 1.8K Tags/Warnings: Pregnancy. Early labor. Pain. Dividers by: @firefly-graphics

The pain was blinding. Your vision was fading around the edges as you tried to focus on something, anything that might relieve the pressure taking over your lower body.  It was as if God himself wrapped his hand around your pelvis and back and squeezed. It came in full force, and He was not giving you any mercy.

You were taken to a brightly lit room. There were many people in black orderly uniforms standing alongside the walls, ready and willing to be of service. Two of them tended to you and took you away from Thor’s embrace. Hands were flying everywhere as they stripped you and placed you in a lightweight silk shift.

“Loki? Where’s Loki?” you cried out.

“Thor, fetch your brother,” Frigga whispered.

“But Father would never allow that,” he answered.

“I’ll deal with your father. You get Loki here any way you can. Do you hear me?”

“Yes, Mother.” Thor nodded as he ran out of the room.

“It’s too early. It’s too early,” you kept repeating to Bruce who was holding onto your hand.

“Vee, it’s gonna be ok.” Bruce squeezed your hand, and rubbed your shoulders, comforting you the only way he knew.

“Why…how, Bruce? It’s too early. Please…” you cried. “My baby.”

“I…I don’t know, Vee. But right now, let’s focus on getting that baby out.” He nodded, his nerves betraying him. “I’m sorry I’m not Loki. But I’ll be here for as long as you need me, ok?” You nodded as you breathed through your mouth.

In. Out. In. Out. The occasional screams of agony tear from your lungs as you try to wrap your head around what’s happening.

“Lady Violet, my name is Gilda. I’ll be your midwife today.” The woman said to you gently. You nodded at her while keeping Bruce right by your side. “We have set up the healer’s bath as a birthing pool for you, milady. The soul forge on top would be able to help us assess the baby and help you along. All right?” You nodded and agreed. “Ok let’s get you in.” Gilda went to your opposite side and helped walk you along to the bath.

“Do Asgardians normally give water births?” you asked, your curiosity winning over your wincing pain.

“Some do, milady. However, it is the preferred method of the Jotunns. And since…” Gilda looked up at you, contrite. “I apologize for being so bold, milady.”

“That’s all right. Since the baby is half Jotunn, you thought it would be significant to honor this method. I appreciate the fore…aaaahhhhhgggg…the forethought,” you screamed.

“Your contractions are getting closer together. Let’s get the soul forge over you and we can begin.”

“No! Wait! Loki. I need Loki. Please,” you begged.

“There isn’t much time, milady.”

Thor ran down the corridor. Beings of all shapes and sizes hollered and screamed at the sight of the god of thunder. Some were loud and angry for being put in there by the prince himself.

Thor descended one more flight of stairs until he found the one Loki was in privately. His cell was bright and furnished. A contrast to the dark and desperate appearance of Loki wallowing in the corner of the cell.

“Loki…” Thor huffed.

“You’re a tad too late, brother. The sentencing was done hours ago. It was stupendous!” Loki’s crooked smile didn’t reach his eyes.

“Loki!”

“I believe, Father tried to sell tickets…”

“LOKI! Will you shut your insufferable mouth for just one moment?!” Thor yelled and suddenly looked around to see if there were any guards in sight. Thor placed his hands on the lock by the door and the electric borders fell.

“What are you doing?” Loki asked confused. He got up, ready to run, not wanting to waste any time.

“I arrived with Bruce and Violet moments ago.”

“Violet is here?!” Loki asked shocked.

“Yes. She is in labor. Come I’ll fill you in on the way.”

“Where? What room?”

“Healer’s temple. The baths.” Thor said only seconds before Loki grabbed his arm and transported both of them into the hallway of the temple. Thor looked around to orient himself and pointed at the door to his left.

Loki didn’t waste any time as he opened the door and searched the vast room for you. Healers and dignitaries crowded around to bear witness to the birth of the next royal line. He heard you first before he saw you. Your screams of pain were loud and heartrending. “Darling.” He said pushing through the crowd. Running over to you. Reaching for you.

“Loki? Loki!” You held your hand out reaching for him too. And as you both crossed your fingers together and finally held each other, a sense of peace entered your body, making you lose your breath and hitch. He was here and he felt like home. Memories of those long nights sneaking behind the compound where his hands, the same hands that caressed your cheek and held your face, were now finally holding you.

Tears fell down your face as you held on to him tighter. You were afraid that if you let go, he would disappear. And you didn’t think you could handle that right now. “My beautiful Violet. I’m here. I’m here,” he whispered, leaning over you and kissing your forehead.  Loki started looking around. “Who the hell are all these people? Did you want them here?”

“I…I don’t know. I just thought…they needed to be here…” you answered.

“Everybody out!” Loki screamed as he pointed to the door.

“All right, you heard him! Anybody who is not necessary, out!” Thor yelled, ushering other bystanders and chambermaids. Frigga hugged both you and Loki tightly before leaving the room. Thor clapped his brother on the shoulder for support and followed his mother out.

“Loki. I watched her as best I could.” Bruce came up to him.

He shook Bruce’s hand, “I am grateful to you, my friend. I can never thank you enough for all that you’ve done for me…and my family.” Loki said holding you tighter. Bruce gave you a small kiss on the cheek as he said goodbye too and left the room. The only people who were left were Gilda and two other nursemaids.

Loki stripped bare down to his tunic. “Are you ready, my heart?” He asked as he picked you up and carried you over to the large tub. You shook your head as more tears fell from your face. You held on to your stomach as he lowered you down into the warm water. You were submerged up to your chest in the shallow tub. The shimmering fabric of your tunic floated around you like a halo making you look ethereal.

Loki stepped in shortly after you, making you pause. He pulled you gently in front of him as he sat behind you and cradled you in between his legs.

“I’m never letting you go again.” He said adamantly in your ear. You relaxed into Loki, his strong hands cradling your hips. His lean frame protecting you, lifting you up and supporting you, reminding you that you didn’t have to do this alone.

“I’m sorry, Loki,” you started to cry. “I’m so sorry.” You repeated the words in between your screams. Over and over. Loki shushed you wiping your tears, a useless endeavor with his wet hands.

Gilda stood at the foot of the tub as the two maidens placed the soul forge above you. She took one look at it and was about to say something, but you had screamed at the top of your lungs. You grabbed Loki’s knees and squeezed. Your fingernails digging into his skin.

“Ok, milady. Push.” Gilda ordered, kneeling down and reaching into the water.

“I’ve got you, Violet,” Loki said into your ear. You nodded, answering his devotion as you screamed out some more. Your head rolled back as he wiped the sweat off your brows. “You’re doing great, my love.”

After what seemed like hours of pushing, and breathing, you felt momentary relief. You felt your life, all the love and knowledge you had acquired since your birth, pushed out of your body. Your breathing came in easier but was still ragged. You sobbed when you saw Gilda pull your babe from the waters and heard the first cries of your newborn child.

Loki held onto your face, kissing you endlessly, sighing soft praises to you. “You did it, my love. You did it. You are radiant, mother goddess.”

You cried, extending your arms out to hold your baby. Gilda handed it to one of the maidens. “Tressa, place this mirakel in one of the smaller soul forges.” Gilda turned to you, seeing your look of anger and disappointment. “Not yet, milady. You still have one more to deliver.”

“One more?!” both you and Loki yelled out instantaneously. As if it were being summoned, you felt another contraction. Gilda pointed to the soul forge atop of you. “I was going to mention it, but there was no time.” You both looked up, and the quantum field generator showed you an image of another small baby, still inside your body.

“Are you ready to push again?” Gilda smiled.

You nodded, as you barred down and held onto Loki’s hands. His nose running alongside your face, whispering nothing but encouraging words to you. “My darling Violet,” he chuckled. “Always giving me more love back than I give you.” He kissed your temple. “Two miracles in one. I will forever be grateful.” With those beautiful words, you felt his love. You pushed one last time and the third love of your life was born.

You were so exhausted. So overwhelmed. Gilda took the baby and handed it to another maiden who wrapped them and placed them lovingly in the soul forge along with their sibling.

“I want to see them,” you cried.

“You will, milady. But let’s clean you up first.” Gilda instructed. In an instant, Loki picked you up and transferred you over to another tub. The clean waters ran over you and Loki as he joined you.

“Gilda, please tend to the babies. I will look after my wife.” He said in a low voice.

“As you wish your highness,” she said smiling. “Shall I inform her majesty, the Queen?”

“Yes, please. But no visitors at this time.”

“Yes, your highness.” Gilda left to tend to the babies, while one of the handmaidens delivered Loki’s announcement.

Loki’s voice was soothing and gentle as he washed your body. He took great care with you and healed what he could. “I’m afraid the rest will have to be looked at by Gilda or perhaps one of the other healers. Do you feel all right, darling?” he asked.

With fatigue creeping its way to you and the events of the last two days overwhelming you, you couldn’t help but give in to the tiredness. You nodded your head and closed your eyes.

“Sleep, then. I’ll watch over you. I’ll watch over our family.”

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Covenant- Chapter 9

Summary: With the five year anniversary of the attack on New York approaching, Odin and Fury come to the agreement that an arranged marriage between Asgard and Earth would show good faith toward all future interactions. When Odin refuses Jane’s candidacy, Agent Coulson is tasked with finding a suitable wife for the prince of Asgard.

Pairing: Loki x OFC Claire Fisher

Word count: 9.5k (prepare drinks and snackies as always)

Chapter warnings: outdated and sexist marriage advice, blood, jealousy and discussion of maiming and murder, flirting, semi-public makeouts

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Claire sat in a daze as she watched the half dozen women scurry about her chambers. Today was her wedding day, and to Claire’s mind, everyone but her was either excited or frantic with activity. The queen herself was currently directing Ragna and Claire’s other ladies as they hurried to get Claire ready to start the day. She’d only arrived moments ago from Loki’s chambers, quickly taking control of the room while Claire sat on and watched numbly. Part of her mind was still in denial: that this wasn’t happening to her, it was happening to some stranger and she just happened to have an excellent view.

She was excited, there was no denying that. Everything she’d gone through for the past six weeks had led to today. Finally she’d able to spend risk-free time alone with Loki, to touch and be touched. What kind of husband would Loki be? What would their life together be like?

“Come, we must get you to the bath.” The queen said soothingly, offering her hand to Claire and effectively supplanting her musings about her soon-to-be husband with fresh tremors of nerves.

“Okay.” Claire replied shakily, taking her hand and allowing herself to be led from the room. She didn’t understand why she needed to go to the public washroom when she had a perfectly good private bathing pool in her rooms. As she bathed, the queen and the two crones told Claire what to expect after the ceremony (as if it helped her nerves to be told to let Loki do whatever he wants- don’t argue) and gave her advice for married life (basically the same advice as before- that didn’t help either). After the weird events that had unfurled the previous night, Claire was even more nervous to find out what her wedding night would entail.

After a quick dip in brutally cold water, Claire was marched back to her rooms to be dressed and Frigga disappeared almost immediately to check up on Loki.

Claire had to hand it to the Asgardians- they were very prompt. Almost immediately after Frigga left to check on Loki, her staff returned to begin combing her hair into submission, two of the women Claire recognized from the night before hot on their heels to give her their report.

Apparently Claire and Loki were hella compatible.

Claire had come to the same conclusion on her own, but it was reassuring to have her theory confirmed. The report was rather basic, as far as Claire was concerned, and mostly just focused on heterosexual activities. Which, she knew, was really the only focus as they were expected to have babies as soon as possible, but since she and Loki had privately decided they would decide when to have children, Claire resolved not to worry about it too much.

She did, however, wonder if there were things Loki enjoyed which were not included in the report. He was much older, and likely had far more sexual experience, so it wasn’t much of a stretch to imagine he’d done just about everything (and everyone?) under the sun.

Unfortunately she didn’t get much time to herself to contemplate that. After the women left, her staff began to help her into the strapless white slip that would hide beneath her wedding dress. The dress itself was not at all what she had expected. Instead of the Earth standard of creamy white, her dress was a luscious, royal shade of purple. The deep neckline allowed for the slightest peek of her chest tattoo, and the cutouts on her biceps would allow her armlet to be seen. Before her wedding, the armlet symbolized her being inducted into the royal family, and though the color of the band itself was changing with her marital status, Claire would get to keep wearing one.

“You look beautiful,” Frigga declared as she adjusted her soon-to-be-daughter’s necklace. Frigga had returned in time to oversee the final touches to her preparation, bringing with her a gift of a decadent diamond choker. “All that’s left is your bridal crown.” The crown she and Frigga had spent hours creating sat nestled in its gilded box on her vanity. Traditionally, Frigga had explained, Claire’s crown would have been passed down from her mother, and her mother before her. As Claire did not have a family heirloom to wear, Frigga had suggested to make a new one. After all, the queen had said with a wink, all traditions begin somewhere. Together they had crafted a beautiful kransen out of lavender and rosemary sprigs, as well as ingots of carnelian and amethyst. Frigga had been pleased with Claire’s choices, and Claire was thrilled to have a witchy mother-in-law.

Ragna picked up the gilded box which held Claire’s kransen and offered it to Frigga. Frigga gingerly opened the box and plucked the kransen from its velvet pillow, setting it gently on Claire’s gleaming hair.

“There. You’re ready,” Frigga curled a lock of Claire’s sleek hair gently behind her ear. “You look absolutely stunning. Loki will be beside himself when he sees you.”

“Thank you, Frigga.”

“After today dear, you may call me Mother,” Frigga smiled warmly, delighted to finally have the daughter she’d always longed for. Claire’s face had gone pale, her eyes becoming glassy with tears as her chin quivered. “Oh darling, I did not mean to upset you!” she brushed Claire’s hair from her face, hoping to soothe the hurt she’d caused.

“No it’s okay,” Claire said wetly. “I’m not upset with you, I just miss my mom. I wish she was here.”

“I know her loss still pains you, dearest,” Frigga said, clasping Claire’s hands in hers as she knelt. “You were her dearest treasure, Claire. She would be so proud to see who you’ve become.”

“You don’t know that.”

“But I do,” Frigga smoothed the tear running down Claire’s cheek with her thumb. “I see with more than eyes, darling girl. Her love surrounds you even now. She is here today.” Claire could easily imagine her mother threatening Loki with her chancla as she shouted at him in Spanish. The thought brought a smile to her face and Frigga brightened.

“Thank you.” Claire murmured, wiping her face as her cheeks warmed with embarrassment.

“Tears are to be expected on days such as this. Do not fret, I shall keep your secret.” she winked.

~~~~

Loki stood outside the palace carriage house with his horse, preparing to take his place in the parade. The banner men were preparing to begin the festivities, assembling ahead of Loki and his horse. Odin, Frigga and Thor were at the front behind an army of banner men, while Claire would be at the end with her own battalion of banner men between her and Loki. The staging of the parade was to prevent the betrothed couple from seeing each other. Loki thought it a stupid tradition. He wished to see Claire now.

Already the crowd of people lining the streets to the temple were loud, the people talking and shouting as they clamored with one another for a better view of the royal family. Einherjar lined the streets as well to keep the peace, and ensure the route to the temple was clear. Desire burned deep in Loki’s belly, compelling him to forego the parade and the traditions and simply steal Claire away to escape from it all.

Behind her battalion of banner men, Claire felt like she was going to throw up. A stable hand had just brought out her horse, and she swore she heard the giant beast snickering at her. That horse had never liked her, and even though they’d been practicing for the parade for weeks, she was convinced the damn thing was lying in wait to make her look like an idiot.

She was going to embarrass herself in front of the entire realm and she was going to get sent home. She could feel it in her bones. All her hard work, Loki’s freedom, all their progress was going to go up in flames and it would be her fault. Loki would hate her.

The pit in her stomach roiled with nerves and her hands trembled. It’s going to be fine, it’s going to be fine. Her feet moved on autopilot toward the front of the parade, searching out the person she was doing all of this for. Gunnar stepped into her path, blocking her from leaving the secluded enclave of banner men.

“Can I assist you, my lady?” he asked earnestly. It was clear from his concerned expression that he could tell she was rattled. After being in close proximity to one another for six weeks, Claire would be concerned if he couldn’t tell.

“I’d like to go for a quick walk, to settle my nerves,” she replied, eyes darting toward the small blip of Loki’s horse that she could make out through the crowd. “I won’t be long.”

“The parade will begin any moment, my lady,” Gunnar said calmly. “Perhaps spending a few moments with your horse will help-” Claire wasn’t going anywhere near that hell beast until she had to.

“Noooo thank you, I’m just gonna scooch on by-”

“Your Majesty-”

“I’m just taking a walk,” Claire insisted. “it’ll be fine, I promise.” Gunnar fixed her with a knowing look and relented, stepping out of her way to let her pass.

She ignored the low hum of the banner men’s chatter as she cut through them. Loki’s horse was beginning to take shape now, its luxuriously braided tail swishing impatiently as Claire approached.

A few more steps brought Loki into view, and her bubbling anxiety began to recede. He stood at the horses flank, his face animated as he spoke to the animal and pet along its neck.

He looked so handsome. He was dressed in full armor today, clad in tight black leather from head to toe, with the gold band on his chest and his cape billowing behind him with the wind. His golden helmet gleamed in the sunlight, the reflection off the curved horns making her eyes squint.

As she crept closer, Claire wondered if Loki would consider wearing the helmet to bed. There was something about them that was so...primal. She imagined they would make great handholds.

A breeze stirred up his long cape, granting her an excellent view of his ass and the leather molded to it.

How would he react if she sneak-attacked him and smacked his ass in front of everyone? Maybe their wedding day wasn’t the best day to do that, but Claire wasn’t exactly known for controlling her impulses.

Something in Loki’s peripheral vision brought him to full alert, though he continued to stroke his horse as though nothing had changed. Whatever the threat, it was drawing closer.

The prince stiffened as it drew near, hackles raised instantly by the presence behind him. He palmed the hilt of one of his knives before he smelled Claire's perfume. Loki relaxed, letting his hand fall as the tension bled from his shoulders.

“Please don't do that.” He said over his shoulder.

“Sneak up on you?” She asked. He nodded subtly. “I'm sorry. I wanted to see you.”

I wanted to see you.

It warmed Loki that she actively sought him out when she wasn't supposed to. They were not due at the altar for hours yet, were not meant to see each other until then, yet here she was.

“What can I do for you?”

“You could let me smack you on the ass.”

“I beg your pardon?!” Loki almost broke the rule and looked in her direction.

“What?” Claire asked, unrepentant in her request. “You have a nice ass and I’m stressed. It’s really the least you could do.” Loki could not contain the laughter that escaped him.

Sneaking up on him was one thing but openly, brazenly stating her desire for him? Loki knew he must tread carefully; that he could easily lose himself in his devotion to her. He could make entire realms crumble at her feet simply because she was not ashamed of him.

“Alas, little wife, I must deny your request.”

“What, why?”

“Because,” Loki fussed with his horses mane to keep himself from gazing at her. “I could not be held responsible for my reaction if I should let you.”

“Wait, good reaction or bad? The report didn’t say anything about-”

Oh gods, the report. Ever since he’d received it, Loki had been aching to test the knowledge passed on to him. The ethics of knowledge seeking demanded it, and as a scholarly man, Loki was bound by duty (and pleasure) to test all possible theories.

“-you okay?” Claire’s voice brought him out of his thoughts, and once again he was barely able to stop himself from looking at her.

“I am fine,” he replied swiftly. “I am not opposed to the idea, simply the venue,” Loki’s mind warred with the idea- it would be thrilling, he supposed, to be claimed in such a way. He imagined the banner men would have lots to say about it, but Loki swiftly decided that any fool with half a brain would desire to be claimed by such a woman as Claire. “Perhaps on a day that is not our wedding day.”

“I’ll hold you to that, mischief,” he could hear the smile in her voice and it warmed him. Impatience prickled behind his skin and he growled, wishing this insipid parade would stay so that he could at last see her. “Can you maybe do me a different favor?” Claire asked.

“Possibly,” Loki replied. “What do you require, my lady?”

“Fandral winked at me earlier and I really, really, REALLY want to punch him in the face, and I need you to talk me out of it because I know I would get in trouble and he's not worth it.” Loki broke into laughter, instantly imagining Claire’s fist breaking that miserable lout’s nose. “Why are you laughing?!”

“I am sorry,” Loki chuckled. “I cannot help you.”

“What? Why?!”

“Because I would like nothing more than to watch you punch him in the face!” Loki said, as though she should already know that. (She did.)

“See, that's not very supportive,” she clucked, giving his shoulder a light slap. “I thought this was supposed to be a partnership.”

“It is. How is it not?”

“You're supposed to talk me out of non-princessy stuff,” Claire replied. “Remember?”

“Of course, but the opportunity is far too good to pass up. You could sell tickets and amass a fortune to surpass the coffers of Asgard.” Loki looked over his shoulder, spying the very edge of her.

“Are you serious?”

“Well...” Loki gave a minute shrug. “Perhaps not quite-”

“This isn't helping,” Claire hissed, and Loki felt her rest against his shoulder. “Your crazy is supposed to balance mine and mine is supposed to balance yours.”

“Oh dear,” Loki crooned. “Perhaps miscalculations were made, matching us together. The way you speak, we both belong in a mad house.”

“They'd have to catch us first.” Loki felt a slight tug on his epaulets, as if she'd bunched her small hands into fists within his cape, and smiled.

“Do you know what Fandral said to me yesterday, when I slaughtered him in the wrestling match?”

“No, what?”

“He said you are crazier than me,” Claire’s cheeks warmed at the pride she heard in Loki’s voice. “And that we deserve each other. I don’t believe I have ever agreed with Fandral before. But enough about that fool- are you suggesting we run away together, little wife?” He asked teasingly.

“Would you? If I was?”

“It is tempting,” Loki hummed. “If only to escape this drudgery. I would much prefer to see you when it pleased me, as opposed to when it pleases someone else.”

“We'll be married in a few hours and then we can hang out all the time. I'm sure things will be better once all the commotion dies down.”

“Only slightly, I'm afraid,” Loki said apologetically. “We will always have obligations. It never ends.”

“Yeah I figured,” Claire sighed. “I should probably go before I’m missed. See you soon.”

“See you soon.” Claire slipped away, but the feel of her hands in his cape remained. Perhaps Loki imagined it. He felt nerves beginning to bloom in his gut, and he shook them off. He had nothing to be nervous about. He would see Claire in just under two hours and they would finally be wed.

Loki received the signal to mount his horse and stepped into the stirrups. His horse whinnied as he settled into the saddle, checking the reins. Ahead of him, a roar of cheers informed him that Thor, Frigga and Odin had made the first turn into the streets.

Claire made it back to her section just in time for things to kick off.

“Thank goodness! It is time, my lady,” Ragna informed Claire with relief, ushering her toward her horse. “Just as you’ve practiced.” The stable hand appeared by Claire’s side to offer assistance should she need it. Considering Claire was wearing a dress and a heavy crown and jewelry, she probably would.

“Right,” Claire said nervously. “Let’s rock and roll.” she stepped into the stirrup and climbed up into the saddle with more ease than she’d anticipated.

“Well done, Your Highness.” the stable hand applauded her as she settled. Her horse huffed and stamped its feet, shaking its head impatiently.

“Well we did practice a lot to get this right,” Claire offered. “Will you walk with me? Just in case?”

“Of course, Your Highness.” the stable hand stroked the horses neck, nodding at Claire encouragingly. Ahead of them, the swarm of banner men began to move.

“Moment of truth,” Claire murmured to her horse. “Please don’t throw me and I will give you literally anything you want,” she pleaded as they left the seclusion of the carriage house and the street came into view. “Seriously, anything. You want apples? I will plant a whole orchard just for you-”

“My lady,” Ragna spoke from beside the horse, interrupting Claire’s pleas of supplication to the beasr. “The people are waving at you.”

“Oh, right, the thing we’re doing,” Claire slapped on her brightest smile and waved obediently, the hand still on the reins clenching them so tightly her knuckles ached. Claire recognized some of the faces as she passed- the blacksmith she’d purchased Loki’s wedding gift from, the jeweler who’d made their rings.

She felt a rush of pure giddiness when she recognized the little girl who had given her a flower on the beach, perched on the shoulders of a man who must be her father. Her mother beamed with pride when Claire waved to them, and while it still felt strange to be celebrated just for existing, it made Claire feel as though she would truly feel at home here in time.

The parade seemed to go on for ages, as the horses slowly plodded through the city streets. Claire’s arm began to ache and she nervously switched her grip on the reins from one hand to the other. The horse plodded along placidly, jostling Claire gently as they traveled the cobbled streets. The high white turrets of the temple came into view between the banners ahead as they made the last turn. Fragrant white smoke billowed from its chimneys into the clear blue sky above, bells high in the towers filling the air with their song. People tossed flowers as the parade progressed, delicate blooms crushed to paste beneath the hooves of passing horses.

The hardest part was almost over.

The last stretch of the parade was flanked by their guests. Claire spied the avengers clustered together, as well as several politicians she recognized and waved to. She purposely turned away from the sitting president of her country, delighting inside at the fury he must feel at being snubbed.

As her representative, Phil stood closest to the temple apart from the rest of the guests, his eyes looking suspiciously glassy as Claire’s horse clopped past him. Even Nick appeared...well, not emotional, per se. Nothing ever rattled that man.

Before Claire knew it, they were at the base of the temple stairs. The stable hand took the reins from her as they came to a stop, and Claire flexed her hands before dismounting. She glanced up at the temple to see Loki climbing the steps. Thor, Odin and Frigga were just stepping inside as Ragna helped Claire adjust her dress. A group of banner men flanked the two women as they began to climb the stairs, obscuring Claire from Loki’s view should he turn around. Claire stepped inside the opulent marble doorway, the sounds of the crowd fading as the doors were closed behind her.

~~~~

“Brother! Are you well?” Thor asked for the millionth time. With all members of the wedding party secluded away, the guests were being directed to their seats. Loki suspected the temple would see more people today and in the days to come than it had seen in the last hundred years.

“Will you cease pawing at me? I am fine,” Loki hissed, cleaning the fingerprints Thor left on his armor with his sleeve. “I merely wish to be done with this day.”

“You are not excited? I thought you and Lady Claire were quite...amorous. Mother’s ladies had many things to say.” Thor waggled his eyebrows at Loki, who scowled in response.

“Which is precisely why I wish for this day to be over,” Loki replied. “Firstly, so that I may spend time with my bride without prying ears and eyes, and secondly so that I may have those nags flogged for their constant hand-wringing.”

“You wish to snack on her!” Thor bellowed raucously, slapping Loki on the shoulder and almost causing his knees to buckle. Thor possessed a strength that could humble even the mightiest of men, god or not, and in Loki’s eyes the oaf never saw reason to limit it.

“What?!” he hissed, straightening the lines of his tunic yet again.

“It is a Midgardian term! Jane explained it to me,” Thor exclaimed. “If one's paramour is attractive, they are fit for snacking!”

“Are you certain you’re using that correctly?”

“Of course, I am not a fool,” Thor rolled his eyes. “Jane certainly is a snack, is she not?”

“Brother, if Jane is a snack, then Claire is a feast,” Loki said dreamily. “Were that this day were over already.”

“You swoon now, but she has the skill to kill you,” Thor cackled. “You saw her on the training fields; she nearly killed a man with her mighty thighs! She, a mortal, picked me up like a sack of flour!” Loki smiled. She was a sight to behold, his bride, full of fury and his. All his. He ached to feel her beautiful thighs tremble around him as he pleasured her with his tongue.

“If that is how I die, then I shall die a glorious death.” He sighed wistfully.

“Are you not concerned, brother? You would not go to Valhalla if you die between your wife’s thighs.”

“Glorious.” Loki muttered, not even hearing his brother. Thor rolled his eyes as Frigga arrived.

“It seems I have arrived at the perfect time,” she smiled. “My goodness, look at the two of you. All grown up.” her delicate fingers gathered a tear from the corner of her eye.

“Mother, you said you would not cry.” Thor chuckled.

“Nonsense. Every mother cries on her son’s wedding day. Now,” Frigga straightened, clasping her hands together as she drew closer to Loki. “Let me look at you.” She began to pluck at his clothing, adjusting his collar, a strap here, removing a non-existent smudge from his golden vambrace.

“Mother…” Loki groaned as she she reached up to smooth his hair. Behind her, Thor grinned to see his brother being hen-pecked to death.

“I remember when you were still shorter than me,” she said, her eyes beginning to sparkle with unshed tears. “Now you are so much taller than I am and I feel as though I’ve missed it all. Where has my little boy gone?” her chin quivered as she took him in, mere moments away from being a married man. “Everything your father and I have done has led to this day. Remember, my darling, to honor your wife. Protect and cherish her. Be kind and take care of her, yes?”

“Yes, mother. I will.”

“I know you will. Are you ready?”

“I am,” nerves still threatened to choke him, but he no longer felt as though he was greeting his death. Knowing Claire as he did had eased the sense of impending doom, and now he simply grew more impatient as the minutes ticked by. He chuckled as Frigga adjusted his clothing yet again. “Mother, I swear I am presentable.”

“You are, you are,” Frigga fussed. “You both look wonderful. Thor, you know what to do.” Thor nodded, turning to leave. Before he walked out, he flashed Loki an enthusiastic thumbs up.

“You look lovely, Mother.”

“Oh my darling boy,” Frigga cupped his cheek, her eyes clouding with tears again. “I am so very proud of you.” Loki’s throat threatened to swell shut.

“Mother-”

“Hush. I know how you think of yourself, but not today, my darling. You have more than proven your worth. I know you will treat Claire with the honor she deserves, and I cannot wait to see the life you build together,” Frigga pulled him into a hug that nearly undid him, releasing him in order to straighten his collar and hair once more. “Come, everyone is waiting.”

Collecting his composure, Loki offered her his arm and escorted her to the sanctuary, where Odin and the assembly of guests waited. Loki helped Frigga to climb the stairs to her place beside Odin before taking his own place on the opposite side of the stairs.

All he had to do now was wait.

Thor nudged him from beside him, flashing him an encouraging smile when Loki glanced at him. The doors to the throne room opened after what seemed an eternity.

A politely shocked murmur went through the crowd as Claire stepped in unaccompanied. Loki had known she would of course, but seeing it- seeing her- saunter toward him and the destiny they’d fallen into together made him flush with pride.

I don’t need someone to give me away. I made the choice. I talked the talk, now I gotta walk the walk.

She was wholly correct. An escort would have detracted from the attention she deserved.

For she was utterly breathtaking. A goddess for whom poetry should be writ and stars aligned.

The mulberry shade of her gown complimented the small glimpses of skin that the design of the dress allowed- the deep vee of the neckline, the small slits along her biceps. The billowing sleeves opened at her elbows, the fabric nearly reaching her feet. The cuff on her bicep had already been changed to gold to match his armor, and her bridal crown glittered with ingots of amethyst and carnelian, their raw natural beauty suffused by springs of lavender and rosemary. Diamonds dripped down her throat from the choker he recognized as his mothers.

She met his gaze as she reached the stairs, her golden shimmery lips twisting into an anticipatory grin.

Nobody owns me.

Breaking tradition, Loki darted down to meet her, offering her his arm to help her up the last stretch of stairs before the altar. He felt Odin’s disapproving gaze weighing on him but ignored it in favor of making sure Claire was on steady footing.

“Hi.” her excited whisper stirred his own eagerness and he smiled.

“Hello.”

“Fancy seeing you here.” She giggled as the proceeding began. Matching her grin with one of his own, Loki couldn’t help but think on what his mother had said about their future.

Anything is possible.

~~~~

Outside the sanctuary, five minutes earlier

“I think I’m gonna barf,” Claire said tremulously, clutching Phil’s arm tightly as Ragna adjusted her bridal crown for the millionth time. They stood outside the magnificent doors to the sanctuary, waiting for them to open and Claire’s wedding ceremony to begin. “My heart feels like it’s gonna explode.”

“It might be a bit late to duck out,” Phil whispered, offering a grim but consoling smile. “Don’t throw up please, these are my favorite shoes.”

“I’m not actually going to puke,” Claire groused. “I’m just a big jumble of nerves and excitement and my stomach can’t decide which is winning.”

“You’re excited?” Phil asked flatly.

“I don’t expect you to understand,” Claire sighed. “I know you don’t like Loki or this situation and yeah it’s weird, but I think this could really work. We get along-”

“Palace gossip says otherwise. As does personal experience.”

“I was going to say ‘pretty well’,” Claire rolled her eyes. “I know you don’t like him. You haven’t exactly made that a secret-”

“Being stabbed in the back will have that effect.” Phil shrugged when Claire glanced at him heatedly.

“I’m not excusing his past behavior,” she huffed. “But there is more to him than what most people see. And yes, we fight, but we are different people from different cultures. I think we could do a lot worse,” she sighed shakily, adjusting the cuff of one of her sleeves. “You can’t tell me things haven’t gotten better, because they have.”

“Mm-hmm.” Phil hummed. Claire clenched her jaw, patience depleting in the blink of an eye.

“I don’t know why you’re upset,” she rounded on him angrily. “You get to go home in a few days. You will not spend the rest of your life in a foreign place, surrounded by strange people and strange customs and strange everything.”

“I didn’t mean to upset you. I just-”

“If I desire your input, I will ask for it,” Claire said coldly. “You were so adamant that I would be great at this, so keep your opinions to yourself and let me do what I came here to do,” she straightened her shoulders, looking away to find Ragna. Time was dwindling and she wanted everything to be perfect. “Ragna? My bouquet please.”

“Here, Your Majesty,” Ragna appeared at her side in an instant, bouquet already held out in offering. “Can I do anything else to assist you?”

“Is my dress okay? It feels twisted,” Ragna disappeared from Claire’s field of vision, sinking to her knees to adjust the fabric around Claire’s ankles. “Thank you.” Her nerves were beginning to get the best of her. Of course, her uncle didn’t fully understand why Claire was so jittery and Claire was not about to tell him what had happened last night. Part of Claire wanted to believe it was just a very, very strange dream caused by that odd looking vegetable dish she’d eaten at dinner.

“I know I’m a poor substitute, but I’m sure your mom would have lots to say about all this,” Phil replied. “You look beautiful.”

“Oh stuff it,” Claire groused. “I look so...dainty.”

“I’m so sorry I talked you into this…I swear if he hurts you-” he was interrupted by an usher coming to direct him to his seat.

“Stop worrying,” Claire said, giving him a gentle nudge. “Go sit down. Everything will be fine.”

“Are you sure-”

“Go!” Claire shooed him away. “I know what I’m doing.”

Phil gave her a look that said he was clearly unconvinced, but he followed the usher anyway.

Claire stood alone in front of the large ornate doors, spinning her small bouquet in her hands. She was grateful Frigga had allowed her to have the bundle of orange lilies. They did not match anything. It was Claire’s small way of including her mother, who had adored the fragrant flowers.

“Are you ready, my lady?” Ragna asked gently.

Was she? It seemed bizarre to think that just six weeks ago she’d agreed to marry a stranger. She’d been terrified and overwhelmed with anxiety. But Loki wasn’t a stranger anymore. Now he was the man she’d bankrupted in Monopoly and helped her master her princess lessons. They’d played pranks on each other, had conversations about poetry, philosophy, astronomy and their future. He was infuriating and smart and charming.

He was her friend. Her really, really hot friend; but the point was that Claire wasn’t terrified anymore. She was excited.

“Yes,” she took a deep breath, standing tall with her shoulders back. “I’m ready.”

At her words, the large ornate doors opened, revealing the cavernous sanctuary. It was time.

“Good luck, my lady. You look beautiful.”

“Thank you. Don’t forget the game plan.” Claire winked at Ragna, who smiled, cheeks turning a deeper pink as she ducked her head respectfully.

The rows of seats seemed to be never-ending, with glistening white marble pillars at the end of each row that were topped with glass bowls holding candles inside. The base of each bowl was circled with greenery entwined with purple and dark green ribbons. At the opposite end of the long aisle, standing upon the ornate stairs, Thor stood behind Loki like a shadow. Opposite them, Frigga and Sif stood side by side. Odin and the Gothi stood in the center behind the altar, watching over the room calmly as Claire made her way to them. And then, Claire’s eyes settled on her soon-to-be husband. Standing there in his gleaming gold and leather armor, all six feet and two inches of Loki’s commanding figure screamed sex (especially after last night). There was no denying it. Focus. Do not trip. You can think about fucking him silly after you climb the stairs.Claire’s stomach clenched almost painfully and a pleasant tingle ran down her spine as Loki stared at her, the corners of his mouth turning up slightly as their eyes met.

God damn, he looked delectable. She couldn’t wait to ride him like a Bantha.

Claire gathered her dress delicately in her free hand and took the stairs to meet her fate. Loki met her a few steps from the altar, letting her grab onto his arm as they took the last few steps together.

“Hi.” She whispered, meeting his emerald eyes as they reached the altar. Why was she only just now realizing how mesmerizing they were?

“Hello.” Loki whispered back as the Gothi began his introductory speech.

“Fancy seeing you here.” Claire joked quietly. The corners of Loki’s mouth turned up slightly, as if they were sharing a secret.

“If you’re finished,” Odin chastised them quietly. “This may be a joyous occasion, daughter, but there are still traditions to pay homage to.”

“Sorry,” Claire cringed. Loki exhaled sharply through his nose, which Claire interpreted as a laugh. “Not even married yet and I’m already in trouble.”

“Stop talking.” Loki hissed, doing his best to sound serious when it was clear he was trying not to laugh.

“You first.”

“Children!” Frigga chided from beside them, making the engaged couple snicker as quietly as they dared. The Gothi ignored them, placing his hands above a bowl filled with goat’s blood. After bestowing a blessing on the thick liquid, the Gothi dipped a short leafy branch in it before flinging droplets of it at the couple.

“Ugh, it’s in my mouth!” Claire complained quietly, trying not to express her displeasure too obviously. She knew it was a tradition but come on!

“Perhaps if one kept it closed…” Loki suggested innocently, chuckling when Claire shot him an angry look. “You’ve got something just there.” a teasing grin split his face as Thor handed him a cloth. How is he even hotter with blood spattered on his face?!

Sif handed Claire a similar cloth, helping her cleanse her face and nodding when she’d removed all traces of the blood. Claire passed her the crumpled cloth with a nod of thanks as the Gothi began to speak.

“The union of two households is always cause for celebration. On this auspicious day we join not only households, but the realms of Midgard and Asgard. As our bride and groom become one, so too do our realms. Prince Loki and Lady Claire of Midgard bring honor to their families and realms with this marriage.”

It took every ounce of Claire’s willpower not to roll her eyes. They were getting married, not committing sepuku. The Gothi made a motion to Thor and Sif, and Claire and Loki turned to face each other.

“The exchanging of family swords represents the exchange of protection,” the Gothi announced as Thor and Sif appeared with the swords. As Loki raised his family’s stylized sword aloft, Thor placed Claire’s ring on the blade near the hilt. Loki held the sword out for Claire to take, and she accepted it cautiously, careful not to drop the delicate ring as she slipped it into place on her left hand. She’d been warned multiple times of the bad luck it would signify if she did. “The ancestral sword of Prince Loki’s family shall one day be passed to the firstborn son of this union,” Sif accepted the sword from Claire, stepping back to lay Loki’s sword on a velvet cushion and collect Claire’s from its resting place. Sif held out the sword Claire had commissioned, allowing her to raise it in offering. “As her earthly family protected the Lady Claire, so now does Prince Loki,” Sif placed Loki’s ring on the sword before Claire offered the sword to Loki. She watched him slip his ring into place with a sense of satisfaction, the pair of them sharing a smile as Thor accepted the sword for safekeeping. “To symbolize her transition into marriage, Lady Claire will have her hair bound by her new husband.”

Sif stepped forward, carefully removing the crown from her head. Claire thanked her quietly, flashing her new friend a smile before stepping in front of Loki so he could braid her hair.

Loki’s fingers trailed up the side of her neck as he gathered her hair in his hands, the heat from his flesh lingering like a promise- last night was only a taste of what they’d get up to tonight. Claire had every intention of fucking him until she couldn’t walk.

His skilled hands made quick work of her braid, recreating the style she’d asked him to without fuss. Her braid and new status now securely in place, Claire turned back toward the altar along with Loki for the final part of the ceremony. Loki offered Claire his right hand as Frigga stepped forward with bolts of ribbon.

Claire slipped her left hand into his waiting palm as the Gothi began to speak again. Loki’s thumb rubbed along her knuckles as Frigga began to tie the first ribbon around their hands.

“As your hands are bound together by this cord, so too, shall your lives be bound as one,” the second ribbon was knotted just like the first, the rich purple overlaying the soft white. “May you forever be one, sharing in all things, in love and loyalty for all time to come,” Frigga tied the green ribbon over the purple, beginning to wrap their joined hands in gold ribbon. “With the tying of the final knot, Prince Loki and Princess Claire are as one before the eyes of the Norns, and all who bear witness on this day.”

Claire and Loki’s eyes met, and Claire saw her own complicated emotions (relief, satisfaction, lust) reflected back at her. They’d done it. The gorgeous, funny, infuriating man in front of her was hers. She was his.

“Congratulations, my darlings,” Frigga said warmly, drawing Claire’s attention from her new husband. She clasped their joined hands between hers as the guests began to applaud, the warmth from her hands seeping through the ribbons. “I am so proud of you both.” Claire’s throat tightened, her vision growing clouded as her eyes burned.

“Thanks, mom.” she murmured.

“Thank you, mother.” Frigga placed her hands on their shoulders, gracing them both with smiles.

“You have nothing to thank me for,” she said, squeezing their shoulders as she spoke. “This day is for you. Go, enjoy it.”

It took some effort, but Loki’s fingers wove through hers inside the ribbons. Together they turned to descend the stairs, nearly deafened by the guests. Somewhere in the crowd, a wolf whistle arose from the din, and Claire had no doubt it had come from Tony. The man was ridiculous.

People offered congratulations as they passed, some shaking their hands, others beginning to gather their things for the trip back to the palace and the waiting feast. Having barely eaten all day, Claire didn’t begrudge them one bit for hurrying back to the food. As they stepped out of the sanctuary, Claire had a sobering thought.

“Loki?”

“Yes darling?” her new husband turned to ask.

“How are we supposed to ride horses with our hands tied?” Loki chuckled, his handsome face losing some of the strain it had shown all day.

“While I trust we could manage it, I thought perhaps a different mode of transportation was needed.” he led her out of the temple, pausing at the top of the steps to let her see the carriage waiting for them. Behind them, the bells of the temple began to chime gaily, announcing to those waiting that they were finally married.

A wall of sound arose from the crowd gathered, cheers and pops and colored bits of paper filling the air as people let off confetti cannons.

Claire laughed, the relief from the pre-wedding stress making her giddy.

“I would offer my arm, but...well,” Loki chuckled, raising their tied hands between them. “Shall we?” Claire nodded, letting Loki guide her down the stairs and toward the waiting carriage. As they drew closer, Claire recognized her horse as well as Loki’s hitched in the front. An Einherjar sat waiting for them, while a footman waited to open the carriage door. He helped Claire step up into the open carriage, Loki close behind. They had to do an odd dance to get arranged with their hands tied as they were, but they managed to get settled and the footman closed the carriage door before climbing up to grab the reins.

“This was so thoughtful, Loki, thank you.” Claire said, settling back into the plush cushioned seats beside him.

“There is no need to thank me, little wife,” Loki replied, tucking her into his side as best as he was able. “I wanted you all to myself as soon as possible.” he admitted as the carriage began to move.

“Why, Loki, were you planning to ravish me in the carriage?” Claire asked, laying her free hand on her necklace in mock alarm.

“Gods no,” Loki shook his head. “As...eager as I am...I would never do such a thing. Besides,” his free hand cupped her face, sending shivers down her spine as his thumb traced over her skin. “There are merits to delayed gratification, are there not?” Claire swallowed, drowning in the desire to kiss him but too frozen in his grasp to do anything.

“There are.” she managed.

“I’m thrilled you agree,” his lips curled into a wolfish smile. “After all, if I were to give in to my base desires and have you here and now…” his fingers trailed down her neck, fingertips grazing her bare flesh as they traveled down to the deep vee of her gown. “I would be honor bound to kill every last person along this parade route and that would cast a pall on our wedding day, would it not?”

“Well when you put it like that…” Loki’s fingertip teased the edge of fabric, snaking inside to trace her flesh with the gentlest of touches. Claire’s eyes darted up to meet his as goosebumps rose along her skin, nipples growing tight behind her gown. “A little murder never hurt anybody.” Loki smiled, pulling his hand away as they went over a bump.

“Perhaps another time then,” he replied. “I would hate to begin our marriage with guilt.”

“You would feel guilty about that?”

“For defending you? No,” Loki shook his head. “Anyone who impugns your honor shall meet a swift death, this I swear. I only meant that I would feel remorse in that you might take issue with that.”

“Oh, not at all,” Claire scoffed. “I thought we’d already established I’m not bothered by dead bodies.” Loki laughed.

“That we did, but I thought perhaps if circumstances were different…”

“Nah,” Claire shook her head. “I think it’s hot. I shouldn’t-”

“But you do.”

“Yep. So you know, kill away. Within reason,” she chuckled. “I’ll do the same for you.”

“You’ll protect my honor?” Loki laughed. “Am I in need of such protection?”

“Perhaps if those women from last night hang around-”

“Is this jealousy, little wife? Already?” Loki leaned into her space as if they were sharing a tawdry secret. “What about them bothered you?”

“They were touching you,” Claire huffed. “I know it’s not attractive to feel possessive but I do.”

“And?” Loki prompted, eyes raking over her form as he moved closer still.

“And I wanted to cut off their hands,” Claire admitted. “And maybe gift wrap them and leave them at your door.” she added quietly. Loki grinned.

“Like the charming ducks you’ve been leaving?”

“Yes, but you know...bloody.”

“You shall have to tell me more about this when we have the time,” Loki requested. “I enjoy hearing you describe your violent desires.”

“Loki?”

“Yes, darling?”

“I understand last night was a special circumstance but if I ever see you so much as look at another woman-”

“I shall have no need,” Loki replied swiftly, his free hand coming back to her face to pull her gaze to his. “I believe we shall keep each other endlessly entertained. Have I told you how stunning you look today?”

“No,” Claire murmured, all the ire bleeding from her pores as he stared at her lips. “But I’m listening.” Loki smiled, leaning so close their lips touched. Claire’s eyes drifted closed, every cell in her body aching for his touch.

“You are a goddess,” he murmured. “And I a mere supplicant, drawn to you as flowers to the sun.” Claire whimpered as he pressed a kiss to the corner of her mouth, grabbing at whatever fabric on his body she could reach. She wanted him so bad she just may burst. “Are you alright?”

“Sorry, pretty words made brain go brrrr,” Claire said sheepishly. “You’re very distracting.”

“I shall keep that in mind.” Loki quipped, winking as the carriage stopped in front of the palace. He shot to his feet as the footman opened the door, taking Claire’s poor arm with him. Hey you jerk, get back here and kiss me!

Loki stepped out of the carriage first, offering his free hand to help her step down. The carriage pulled away, Loki’s fingers clasping hers inside the ribbons as they walked inside the blissfully empty entryway. At last! Loki spun them, pinning Claire to the nearest wall and capturing her lips in a heated kiss. Desire fizzled in Claire’s belly as Loki’s tall frame surrounded her, making her gasp into his mouth as he pressed against her with a ferocious need that made her knees weak.

Their tied hands sandwiched between them almost uncomfortably, but their free hands touched everywhere they finally could- Claire’s fingers tangled in Loki’s long hair, gasping as his large hand practically clawed at the material covering her body. Heated kisses worked down her neck, low groans of desire escaping Loki’s mouth as he nosed her collar aside. Claire encouraged his exploration with needful pants as his free hand sought Valhalla between her thighs, the material of her dress rasping along the sensitive trail of flesh as he sought bare skin. Gods, he wanted to explore every inch-

“Forgive me Your Majesties-”

“What?” Loki snarled as he pulled away from Claire. Why could no one in this gods forsaken place mind their own business?

“The king and queen and your guests await your arrival at the banquet hall.” Loki huffed angrily, tempering the desire to rip the annoying servants throat out. His cock throbbed angrily inside his trousers, demanding he throw decency to the wayside and lay claim to Claire here and now. But no- he wanted her all to himself without interruption or prying eyes.

“Very well,” he made an impatient gesture for the woman to lead the way. A tug on his arm brought his attention back to Claire as she whined under her breath. “Are you well?” he asked, eyes drinking in the sight of her hips shifting as she rubbed her thighs together.

“Like you don’t know,” she hissed. “So unfair.”

“Not much longer, darling, then I can take you apart without interruptions.”

~~~~

“You look tired,” Claire remarked as she leaned into her new husband's side. It was so nice to be able to be close to him without having to worry about someone coming over to spray them with water like misbehaving cats. “Did you stay up all night?” she teased, fighting back the jealousy that still burned in her belly. The two of them sat at the head of the feast hall at an elevated table bedecked with ribbons and flowers, looking out over all their guests.

“Very funny, dearest,” Loki replied in a flat tone, dotting the space between two of her knuckles with a gentle kiss. “But no. Rest assured, nothing more occurred than what you saw,” earnest eyes met hers, soothing the green beast behind her rib cage. “I returned to my chambers shortly after you departed, but duty called me away again soon after.”

“For what?”

“I had to retrieve your sword, of course.” Claire's eyebrows rose in surprise, eyes abandoning the sight of the Volstagg tugging his wife around the dance floor.

“Collect it? From where?”

“It is tradition for the groom to retrieve his family sword from a grave placed by his brothers or groomsmen,” Loki gestured to another table where Steve, Bucky, Tony, and Bruce sat embroiled in a dice game with Hogun. “Thor placed the sword,” he explained, his gaze flicking to Thor's place of honor at the table beside theirs. “Odin and all of them woke me before dawn to retrieve it.”

“Seriously?” Claire asked with wide eyes. “You had to steal a sword from a grave?”

“To symbolize my evolution from a boy to a man,” Loki rolled his eyes as he reached for his wine goblet.

“Well that sword just became the coolest gift I've ever gotten,” Claire snickered. “Do you think at some point you could show it to me?”

“The grave? Why?”

“So I can fuck your brains out on it, obviously.” Loki choked on his sip of wine, laughing as he replaced the goblet on the table.

“Obviously,” he replied. “I had no idea you were so morbid, little wife.”

“Really,” Claire glanced over at him, fixing him with a droll look. “You had no idea?”

“Hush,” Loki chuckled. “I remember our first outing quite well.”

“I’d like to recreate our first date, without Fandral ruining everything.” Claire sighed.

“We will.” Loki shifted in his seat, feeling impatient for the festivities to end so they could retire.

“Loki?”

“Hmm?”

“Why didn’t you-” Claire stopped short, huffing in agitation as she shook her head. “Never mind.” She needed to move on. They’d already established Loki wasn’t, and wouldn’t be, any more intimate with the women from last night or others. She didn’t like the clawing feeling in her chest or how it was making her act.

“Stay your claws, ketlingr,” Loki purred, his hand squeezing hers inside the ribbons. “I had no interest in knowing them any further. I hoped only to improve my performance, for you.”

“You...what?”

“Remember, darling, I have been imprisoned for five years?” Loki laughed. “Advanced as Asgardians claim to be, they do not allow for conjugal visits in their abysmal prisons.”

“How does one sign up for that?” Claire asked. “Just in case you go to jail again. I mean, don’t, but it never hurts to be prepared, right?”

“I have every faith that were I imprisoned again, you would be in the cell with me, menace.”

“Most likely,” Claire giggled. “What would we get arrested for?” Loki hummed, drumming the fingers of his free hand on the arm rest as his eyes drifted over the busy scene before them. Anja, Darcy and Jane were having a spirited discussion with Sif, Frigga was conversing with the Obamas and the queen of England. Dice forgotten on the table, Hogun was trying to ply Bruce with Asgardian mead and Bruce was looking suspiciously green. Fandral was in the corner was a young woman, no doubt filling her head with fantastical lies.

“Murder,” Loki replied at last, lips pursing at Fandral’s ridiculous behavior. “Fandral’s, of course.”

“Of course,” Claire agreed. “I’ve always wanted to reenact the Cask of Amontillado.” Loki grinned, tearing his gaze from Fandral’s countenance to hers. The tops of her cheeks were beginning to turn pink from the alcohol, her lipstick only slightly smudged from their interlude. So beautiful, and vengeful.

“Perhaps one day we shall,” Claire shifted in her seat, the alcohol and her own impatience getting the best of her. “Not much longer, darling.”

“You said that three hours ago,” Claire bemoaned. As nice as the party was, Claire was tired of acting like she didn’t want to fuck Loki senseless. She was tired of waiting! She’d been waiting for six god damn weeks. “If you make me wait much longer I’ll be forced to take drastic measures.” What more could they possibly need to do, anyway? Everyone had gotten tanked, the mountains of food had been reduced to anthills, they’d danced, and kissed...a lot.

The Asgardians had a rather embarrassing tradition that newlywed couples had to kiss whenever guests clinked their silverware on their plates, which Thor had decided to do often, and noisily.

“What sort of drastic measures?” Loki purred. “Will you throw me onto the table and mount me here in front of everyone in the room?” he teased, but the idea would have him frothing at the mouth if he didn’t possess such high levels of restraint. Claire’s enchanting face angled toward his as her lustful gaze raked along his body.

“Do you want me to?” Loki laughed boisterously at that. Gods, she amused him. Every fiber of his being ached for her to brand him as hers; he could give a fig who was in the room at this point.

“My apologies, Your Majesties,” Astrid made an appearance beside their table, breaking the bubble they’d lost themselves in. “The queen requests you meet the royal family in the courtyard.”

“Thank you, Astrid,” Loki replied, glancing back at Claire. “Shall we?”

“Yes, let’s.” A chorus of cheers went up as they got to their feet, the mellowing energy of the party picking back up at they exited the feast hall.

It was a short walk to the courtyard, their path lit by torches and the low moon. It was so freeing to be with Loki without an escort, and in the dark no less! Claire wove their fingers together inside the ribbons as they reached the courtyard, where Odin, Frigga and Thor waited beneath an ancient tree.

“Welcome darlings,” Frigga said warmly as they arrived. She gestured for them to sit on the nearest stone bench. “Only one more indulgence and then you may retire for the night.” Thor stepped forward and placed Mjolnir in Claire’s lap, the heavy hammer pinning her in place on the bench.

Frigga produced a pair of scissors from the folds of her gown and snipped the ribbons from their joined hands, passing them to Odin to be buried at the base of the tree. Odin offered a prayer to the Norns before dropping the ribbons into the small hole that was dug, burying the ribbons with handfuls of dirt.

“Your guests are fed and the Norns are appeased,” Odin brushed off his hands. “May Freyja bless your union.”

“Thank you.” Loki offered.

“Thor, do you mind?” Claire asked, glancing down at the weighty hammer crushing her thighs. Thor pursed his lips, eyeing her expectantly for a moment before he relented and held out his hand. Mjolnir flew to his outstretched hand with a zing, and Claire was able to rub feeling back into her thighs as Loki got to his feet.

“Shall we?” he offered her his hand, his wedding band glinting in the torch light. Claire placed her hand in his, and let him lead her from the courtyard.

#meowmeow writes #covenant #loki fic #loki x ofc

[stormkobra-5]

Hello dear, let's start ╰⁠(⁠＾⁠ᴗ⁠＾⁠)⁠╯

🦇 + the moon boys please? Thank you ✨🌺!

Hello 😌 okokokokok—

Steven:

This boi 110% plays Pokémon. Don’t ask me how I know this. I just do. His Pokédex is almost full and he’s like at level 546 if that’s a thing idk. If he’s not at work/reading up on mythology, he’s playing Pokémon.

Speaking of mythology. Based on books on his desk, he’s most definitely teaching himself Wakandan and Asgardian, just like he taught himself Ancient Egyptian. But have you also considered: Ancient Hebrew? Indian? Welsh? This guy can speak like twelve hundred languages. Steven, my friends, is a polyglot.

He doesn’t just read non-fiction; sometimes he enjoys fiction, too. His go-to comfort series is Percy Jackson (he got started on Kane Chronicles when he was just renting books on Egypt from the local library, and then realized it was a fiction novel and he had to go back and read the whole series).

Marc:

You know how I said Steven plays Pokémon? Marc is fucking OP in Animal Crossing. Hey— hey— easy— don’t be hasty. I mean he hates violence, so Call of Duty/Mortal Kombat isn’t really an option. He’d prefer relaxing games like Animal Crossing and Sims. He loves being just a Little Guy doing Little Guy things like gardening and decorating a house and stuff.

Feeding ducks. Marc is söft, okay? He likes to pretend he’s not but he’s so soft. And huggable. And cuddly. So when he goes to the park he always brings food for the ducks because he’s worried they might not have enough.

He has a collection of Star Wars comic books from when he was a kid, and baseball cards. They brought him comfort and were probably one of the only things he kept. He still looks at them.

Jake:

Jake isn’t like the other boys. He doesn’t care much for video games. No, Jake enjoys board games. Stuff like DND, to be specific. This guy has like 20 different characters and campaigns going at any given time, and he runs them out of the local pub with his buddies. He might disappear for a week or two without notice, but good fucking luck getting through Menkalavert the Red’s dungeon without his Lvl. 98 half-elf ranger with maxed-out stats. Nobody dares to play without Jake. He’s OP (he’ll also kick your ass at Monopoly btw, and he’s always hanging out in pubs so ofc he knows every card game ever invented).

Documentaries. Look. It might seem like he doesn’t care for/nor have the patience to sit through one. But think of it this way: he never got to go to school. Everything he knows he knows from Marc and Steven. How to read, write, spell, and such. So in his free time he’ll sit and watch something on the history channel or National Geographic just to learn something new. It makes him feel good, especially when Marc or Steven quiz him on it later and he gets all the questions correct.

Jake makes it a point to always visit the local homeless shelter with all the food and clothes he can fit in his car. His cab business brings in good money, so once Steven and Marc get their share (before they get jobs again), and once he spends only what he needs to, he spends the rest on food and clothes. He helps get them interview clothes for jobs, helps them get bank accounts and assists them until they’re able to find a home. There’s always someone new in the shelter for every group he helps, but he’s always ready to do it all over again.

Spookable September

#moon knight #steven grant #marc spector #jake lockley #steven grant x reader #marc spector x reader #jake lockley x reader #stormkobra 5 answers #spookable september #oscar isaac #oscar isaac hernandez estrada

[tyrannuspitch]

8 for the ask fandom ask game

8. you hope more people will come to appreciate ___ (a ship, a trope, an episode, etc)

oh, SO many things!! it's a huge fandom well over a decade old with many many good things in it and yet somehow it feels like half my favourite ideas have hardly even been touched on... after a little ponder on what's "something i want to see more of" vs what's just "something i want to write", here are five things:

i'd like to see deeper exploration of odin, frigga, and laufey's characters. let's move past just characterising them as "good parent" or "bad parent" and start getting interested in them as whole people. there's so much potential here!

ergi. lots of people have picked up the old norse word for queer with a little of its baggage, but we could go waaay further and it could be fun. let's get speculative let's get dystopian let's get weird with it. "queer" was literally, legally, the single worst insult in the norse language, isn't that morbidly fascinating?

i'd like to see more childhood angst for thor and loki. i love prequels and backstory and inevitable tragedy, and this tragedy is so *rooted* in their shared childhood! it does happen, ofc, but i am ravenous and demand More.

asgardian religion and an asgard that tends towards theocracy!!! i'll admit that canon doesn't make it very clear at all how asgard's religion really works, but the breadcrumbs we get are still fascinating. ancestor veneration! ambivalent fate! a good afterlife dependent on self-sacrifice! a specific religious role for dead kings! and when we combine this with jesusthor and dystopian asgard... god it's so much. get them out of there

thor as an antihero / sympathetic dark!thor. there are a lot of people who love thor, and a lot of people who think thor's a terrible person, but i find myself rather lonely in the middle of that venn diagram. won't ANYONE come and interpret his actions as villainous just so we can do villain apologism for them with me........

-> "love your fandom" ask game

#space viking tag #thank you 💛💛

[middleearthpixie]

Wanted Man ~ Chapter Four

Summary: A price on his head, Loki of Asgard finds himself stranded on Earth and in need of one woman's help in order to free himself from the bounty and try to reclaim what he sees as his rightful throne in Asgard.

McKenna Carlin just wanted to put a horrible day behind her. She had no idea that things would get worse before they get better…

Pairings:  Loki Laufeyson x ofc McKenna Carlin

Characters:McKenna, Loki  

Warnings: None

Rating: T

Word Count: 3.2k

Tag List: @fizzyxcustard @court-jobi @guardianofrivendell @piggledy-higgledy @evenstaredits

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Previous chapters can be found here! 

The first pale rays of sunlight had just begun sneaking in through the slits in the curtains when McKenna opened her eyes and stretched. Cinder was long gone, no doubt curled up on the sofa or under the coffee table.

The sofa.

She frowned as she stared up at the ceiling. In the far corner, by her closet, a dark water stain made a yellowish mark that bled through no matter how many coats of paint she applied. But that wasn’t what had her frowning.

Did she dream everything that happened last night?

It would make sense. Since really, why would some Asgardian god crash land in her apartment and ask to bunk with her for a while? It was silly. Her mother always chided her for her vivid imagination, for seeing things that really weren’t there, no matter how much she insisted otherwise.

So that had to be what happened. She went for a run. Overheated herself. Came home and didn’t have time to eat, so when she fell asleep, her imagination went into overdrive. That explained everything. Besides, gods didn’t come to Earth in real life. That only happened in books and movies.

She threw back the covers and got up. “Coffee. I need coffee. Then everything will be right in the world.”

Yawning, she padded down the hallway, and came to a dead stop at the kitchen. 

Loki was sound asleep on the sofa, with Cinder curled up on him as if he belonged there.

“Damn.” She sagged against the doorway and rubbed her eyes to make sure she was really and honestly awake. When she finished, and the Asgardian was still on her sofa, she swore under her breath. “I need more than coffee.”

He looked very comfortable, even with a twenty-pound bag of gray fur sound asleep on him, and not quite as pale as he had in the darkness last night. But, in the daylight, the fading bruises and cuts in various stages of healing on his face were much more visible. The Hulk certainly had done a number on him. 

McKenna glanced up at the ceiling just above the front door, where she suspected Loki fell through. “I just hope no one else does the same,” she muttered, shaking her head as she continued into the kitchen.

At the coffeepot, she frowned. Did Asgardians drink coffee? Should she wake Loki and ask him? And really, was it a good idea to wake any sleeping god, never mind the sleeping god of mischief?

Probably not.

But…

“You’ve lost it,” she muttered, slapping her hand to her forehead. “Just make enough damn coffee and if he wants it, he’s welcome to it.”

So, she scooped coffee into the filter, added water, and pressed the switch and a few minutes later, the heavenly aroma of fresh coffee filled the kitchen. She poured herself a mug, doctored it with half-and-half and two sugars, and went to see if the paper had been delivered.

The door no longer glowed green, but she paused before touching the doorknob. What would happen if she breached the green glow? Would she be blown back into the room? Or would she be vaporized on contact?

Cinder hopped off his bed and curled his way about her ankles, his motor running like mad. He was ready for his breakfast. If she was going to test the fates, she’d better just get it over with and touch the damn door handle already.

One… two… three…

Nothing happened.

The door opened easily and the paper was right where it should be, on the small welcome mat. She picked it up and closed the door before Cinder could make a break for it, and the cat purred his way behind her as she went back into the kitchen.

She sipped her coffee and skimmed the front page. The usual depressing news. War. Suicide bombings. Shootings. Gang violence. Usually she skipped the front section and went to the comics first. Made the crappy news so much more bearable.

But an item on the inside of the front page caught her eye. There was a small blurb about a meteorite that hit somewhere in Brunswick. No one was entirely sure how large a meteor, or where it landed, but they all knew it definitely hit.

“I’d say it was about six foot, maybe six-two,” she muttered, sipping from the mug. “With black hair and dressed like a refugee from ‘Rock of Ages.’ And it landed in my living room.”

She was halfway through the rest of the paper when the floor creaked and Loki sniffed his way into the kitchen. “What smells so good?”

“Coffee. Mugs are in the cabinet to the left of the sink. Sugar’s next to the pot. Half and half is in the fridge. Help yourself.” 

She peered over the edge of the newspaper, smiling at the sight of the all-powerful god rubbing sleep from his eyes with one hand while he reached into the mug cabinet with the other. His dark hair was tangled and tossed from sleep, not nearly as smooth as it had been the night before but far wavier. 

“How did you sleep?” she asked, taking in the creased, wrinkled leather getup he wore. Sleeping in leather couldn’t have been comfortable, no matter how cool the apartment was.

“The sleep of the dead,” he replied, taking down the biggest mug she owned. It could easily hold half the pot and she rarely drank from it, unless it was Cup of Soup and she was sick.

“Really? You didn’t sweat too badly?”

“Why would I?” He moved to the coffeepot and she tried not to wince as he proceeded to empty the pot into it. 

“Because that’s leather.” She pointed to him, gesturing from top to bottom. “And it can’t be comfortable.”

“I was fine and I thank you for the blanket.” He joined her at the table, sitting across from her and took a tentative sip. His nose wrinkled. “Bitter.”

“Try some sugar. Or some half-and-half. Or both, if you’re feeling squirrelly.” She closed the sports section and held it out. “Do you want this?”

He lowered the cup. “Why would I? Your sports don’t interest me.”

“Really? Just wait. If you stick around for football season, you might change your mind.”

“I doubt it.” He took another swallow and winced again. “Where did you say the sugar was?”

McKenna sighed as she got up to retrieve the sugar, the carton of half-and-half, and a spoon. “Here, but don’t go crazy. Too sweet isn’t any better. And I’m sorry. I don’t really make great coffee. I keep meaning to get a Keurig, but just never seem to have the extra cash lying around, you know.”

“A Keurig?” He dumped a teaspoon of sugar into the cup, added a splash of half-and-half, and stirred.

“You know, a single-serve coffeemaker. You buy coffee in little pods and it brews one cup at a time. Just the right coffee-water ratio.” She switched off the coffeepot and pulled out the gold filter to dump the grounds in the trash. As a fresh pot brewed, she turned back to him, leaning against the counter. “How long do you think you’re going to need my help?”

“I don’t know.” He took another tentative sip and this time, smiled. “I like this.”

“Well, what did you do? I mean, aside from destroying half of New York, that is? I mean, that was probably enough to begin with, but was there anything else?”

He sat back in his chair and gave her a long, if sleepy-eyed, look. The bruises looked a little more faded than they had last night—now they had a faint yellowish tinge to them as well. “I made a bargain that, in hindsight, I probably shouldn’t have done. And now—”

“It’s time to pay the piper?”

“There was no piper involved.”

“No, it’s just a saying. You know, the bill came due. Time to face the music. Pay up.” She shook her head as he just stared at her. “Do any of those make sense to you?”

“No.”

“I mean, you’re regretting making the deal because you owe someone something and they aren’t too shy about demanding it, right?”

“Something like that, yes.” He lifted the cup to his lips for another swallow. 

“And all I have to do is let you sleep on my sofa for a while.”

“That’s it.”

“And they won’t come looking for you here?”

“How would they know where to find me?”

“Well, someone knows you’re here. Sort of. I mean, they just don’t know it’s you, or else I’m pretty sure someone would be knocking my door down to get to you, but they know something weird crash landed around her last night.” She walked back to the table and opened the front section of the newspaper to show him the snippet about the meteorite. “They think you’re a space rock, though.”

His slight smile faded as he read the article, but when he looked up, he still didn’t seem all that concerned. “I highly doubt the Chitauri are reading any Midgardian newspapers.”

“The Chitauri?” She sank into her chair and reached for her cup. “That’s who’s after you? Who are they?”

“No one you need concern yourself with.” He lifted the front section and turned the page.

At first, it annoyed her that he wouldn’t tell her, but as she watched him peruse the rest of the paper, she realized it was probably for the best. The less she knew, the happier she’d be. At least, she hoped that was how it would work.

The silence that descended was a somewhat comfortable one. The paper crinkled when he turned a page, the coffeepot beeped to let them both know it was done brewing, and she studied him as he kept his head bent over the news. 

Finally, she broke the silence. “If you’re going to stay here, we need to find you something other than that to wear and getting that—” she gestured to his clothes—“cleaned will probably cost a fortune.” She leaned forward and squinted. “Is that gold?”

“I am a king,” he told her. “Or, I was, anyway. And I will be again.”

“Somehow, I think we’re going to have problems finding a dry cleaner who specializes in leather and gold.”

“Don’t you have a laundress?”

“Yeah. Me. I’m the laundress and I take leather to the dry cleaner.” She finished her coffee and moved to pour another cup. “Are you hungry?”

“I could eat.”

“Then you need to change into something a little less… conspicuous. I used up the last of the eggs yesterday, so if you want to eat, we have to go out.”

“Perhaps you didn’t notice, but I didn’t exactly land with a change of clothes.”

“I might have something that will fit you. Come on.”  

He followed her down the hallway to her room, where she pushed open the door and said, “Don’t judge me by the mess. It’s been a long week.”

He smiled as he crossed the threshold. “It goes a little beyond mess.”

“I told you not to judge.” She winced as she looked around at the pile of clothes almost spilling out of the laundry basket on the floor by the dresser, and the stack of clean clothes on the vanity bench still waiting to be put away. Of course, it had to be a pile of underwear and bras right there on top.

Her hopes that maybe he wouldn’t notice—or if he did, that he’d have no idea what it was he looked at—were dashed as he turned to her with a grin. “Lace. I’d never have guessed.”

“Yeah, well… I’m full of surprises that way.” Shut up! She had to fight to keep from doing a face palm as she scooped up the offending lacy things and shoved them in her already overcrowded underwear drawer. It took three tries to get the drawer shut, and when she turned back, his grin had morphed into a full-on smile.

She cleared her throat. “Over here.” She walked over to the low dresser across from hers and pulled open the top drawer. There wasn’t much in it, a few pairs of old, faded Levis. A pair of socks. A couple of faded tee shirts. “Um… I don’t have any guy underwear. You’re on your own for that. We can go shopping after breakfast, I guess.

“But, for now,” she yanked out a pair of jeans worn to velvety softness and the least faded tee shirt she could find, “these should fit you. You look like you’re about the same size as Joe.”

“Joe?” He took the clothes. “Who’s Joe?”

“He was my boyfriend. Now he’s just someone I used to know.” She rubbed the back of her neck. “You can get dressed in the bathroom down the hall. I’m just going to jump into the shower here and then we can go.”

He looked at the pile of clothes and then up at her. “Thank you.”

She hadn’t expected thanks, not when he seemed so arrogant at first. But perhaps there was a little more to him than met the eye. “You’re welcome.”

He left and she closed the door and locked it, then padded into the bathroom to start the shower. When the water was hot enough, she climbed in and groaned with appreciation as the hot water washed away the last of the sleep.

“Where might I find a towel?”

McKenna froze, mid-shampoo, as the steam carried Loki's voice into the shower. What the—? She stuck her face into the spray to blast any shampoo from her eyes. “How did you get in here?”

“Through the door.”

“I locked it.”

He chuckled. “I know, but I needed a towel. And I might find one where?” 

“Are you kidding?” The shower curtain wasn’t exactly clear, but wasn’t opaque enough for her liking as she poked her head around it. “Get out!”

“I will. If you’ll tell me—” 

She pointed to the organizer. “Take your towel and go away. Now.”

His grin brought heat to her face that had nothing to do with the water temperature and she had the sickening feeling the curtain wasn't opaque at all to him. Furiously she rinsed and conditioned and finished her shower in record time, and then wrapped herself in a bath sheet and stormed her way into the main bathroom. 

It was like walking into a rainforest. The steam was so thick, she could only barely make out the fixtures and shower, and it made the air almost unbreathable. Loki stood at the sink, squinting at the rapidly fogging mirror, and he slowly peered at her over one shoulder as she marched over to thrust her hand into the shower. The water was scalding. He ran only the hot tap.

The tap squeaked as she turned it off. “We need to set some ground rules here.”

“Midgardian fashion is interesting,” he replied, giving her a slow up and down perusal. “I think I like it.”

“Very funny.” She tightened her grip on the bath sheet. Just in case. “One, if a door is locked, you don’t use magic to open it. I locked it for a reason. Two; I pay for water, so don’t waste it. And three, for the love of God, are you trying to scald the skin from your back? Use the cold water as well. And turn it off when you’re finished.”

“Do you have more of that ibuprofen?” he asked.

She just stared at him for a moment. “That’s all you have to say?”

“I agree to all of your ground rules. Although, you have nothing to fear. I only saw your silhouette.” As she breathed a sigh of relief, he added, “And it was lovely.”

“Argh.” She glared at him. “And you’ll forget what you saw. Got it?”

“Of course.” 

He said it with a smirk, and she didn’t believe him for a moment. “There’s some in the medicine cabinet. Do you need me to open it for you?”

“I think I might manage on my own, now that I know about childproof caps.”

“Good. Hurry up. I’m starving.”

With that, she left him to his shower, although she did debate about walking in on him. Fair was fair, wasn’t it? She even went so far as to try the doorknob, but he was a quick study. The door was locked. 

Of course it was. She went back to get dressed in jean shorts and a New York Yankees baseball tee shirt with three-quarter length sleeves. She blasted her hair with the dryer, and then pulled the mess up into a ponytail. A little makeup and she was ready to greet the world.

As she passed the bathroom in the hallway, the door opened and Loki stepped out in a billow of fog. He blocked her. “What form of torture is this?” he demanded with a scowl.

This was the fly of the jeans and she swallowed hard, both trying not to laugh at his look of outrage and not to faint at the sight of him, shirtless, in the jeans. Not easy. Not easy at all. After all, he was a god.

“Sorry. I thought… Just be careful of the zipper. And go slow. I cannot emphasize that enough. Slow.”

“Are they supposed to be this tight?” He took a couple of awkward steps away from her.

Oh. Dear. God. The Levis looked just as impressive going. “They should loosen up a little as you move around. We can look for new jeans for you as well.”

“Jeans.” He fidgeted with the waistband, grimacing as he turned and strolled toward her. “I don’t think I like them much.”

“Give them a chance. They’re one of the best things about Earth.”

“I find that hard to believe.”

She looked up at him. Damn, she hadn’t realized how gorgeous he was, and the leather and gold outfit absolute hid his amazing physique all too well. Gods apparently stayed in great shape. Bands of muscle roped his upper arms, across his shoulders, and she could probably scrub her laundry on his abs. Not good. Not good at all.

His hair dripped onto the towel he had draped about his shoulders. His amazingly broad shoulders—stop it!

The tee shirt she’d given him lay folded on the vanity, and she reached around him to snatch it up and thrust it at him. “We need to go before I pass out from hunger.”

He offered up a curious look, but tossed the towel aside and tugged on the tee shirt, which fit him as perfectly as the jeans. And she thought he’d blend in with everyone else. Not likely. Women at least would notice him everywhere they went.

Tall. Dark. Handsome. 

Damn.

“We should go,” she said, her mouth strangely dry. “Now.”

“As you wish. Lead the way.”

She threw down some dry food for Cinder, made sure his water bowl was full, grabbed her purse from the kitchen table, and then swiped up her keys from the small dish on the table just inside the front door. 

#Loki #Loki Fanfic #Loki x ofc #Tom Hiddleston #Thor #Romance #Is it hot in here? #Jersey girl #Marvel #Marvel fanfic

[redfoxwritesstuff]

Fireworks (Loki x OFC)

AN: Fancy meeting you here. A fic? From me? Who would have thought. Please forgive the quality and the short length, it's written on a whim in a hour and a half. But it felt *right* to return to writing and to posting (Hopefully) with one last published work to say goodbye to 2022 and welcome in 2023.

Summary: Miranda misses out on the New Years festivities and their first planned event as a couple, instead being banished to the couch with flu. Loki is left to figure out how to make it right.

pairing: Loki x OFC Series rating: E Series warnings: Sickness, fluff

Kofi

Fireworks

Her throat hurt and fever burned through her. Though she was under what had to be a small mountain of blankets, shivers racked her body. Sweat dripped through her hair as she lay on the couch, glaring at the bottle of water sitting on the table.

She wasn’t supposed to be drinking water and broth tonight. She wasn’t supposed to be sipping soup or laying on the couch.

She was supposed to be in a sea of glittering lights. Champagne should have been flowing from crystal glasses. Appetizers and tasting plates should have been delighting her taste buds.

It was her party, damn it, and it pissed her off to miss it. At the lake, everyone was gathered to ring in the New Year. She slaved over planning the party. It would have been their first event as a couple and now it was ruined.

Bitter tears stung at her eyes as she stifled a cough. There wasn’t even enough energy left in her to properly cry, a fact that somehow made the hurt all the worse.

“Miranda?” His voice was smooth and soft, almost lost in the sound of the cabin door closing behind him.

A groan was her only answer. She didn’t want to talk to him, to see him.

“Did I wake you?” He was closer now, making his way toward her.

“It’s whatever.” The words were muffled by the blankets.

“How are you feeling?” He asked, coming around the back of the couch.

Soft green eyes gazed down at her. The warm light of the fire danced on the black waves of his hair. The firelight gave everything about him a warmth that was usually missing.

“It doesn’t matter.” She snapped. “It’s not like we can make it to the party even if I magically didn’t have flu anymore.”

“We can have another party.” Long fingers smoothed back her hair.

“Leave me alone.” She tried to sink deeper into the blankets.

He left her, just as she had asked. Walking across the room, he opened the curtains and let in the moonlight. It did nothing to soothe her mood.

“If it’s not the party, what is it?” He asked, not turning to face her. “Have I done something?”

“It’s New Year’s Eve.” She said as if that answered everything.

To him however, it answered nothing.

“Celebrating such is a big event for humans?” Loki made his way to the couch kneeling next to her. “And you’re missing out. We can celebrate ourselves when you’re well. We can have whatever treats you desire.”

“But it’s not the same.” She knew it was childish but she couldn’t help it.

“Why not? What about it, other than the date, would not be the same.”

“No fireworks.” She mumbled the words, hidden in the mountain of blankets. Shame fueled tears dripped from her eyes. “I won’t be able to see the fireworks from here.”

“We’re too far away?” Loki turned his attention out the window. “Where do they light from?”

“By the lake.” She flopped her arms down after scrubbing the tears from her eyes in frustration. This was a dumb thing to be crying over. It wasn’t anyone’s fault she was sick, after all.

“Human fireworks are too small to see well from this distance.” Loki hadn’t expected that. Asgardian fireworks were large and grand. They would have still been a magnificent show at this distance.

“Right.” She didn’t know about Asgardian fireworks or any other sorts. “They’re my favorite part.”

“Sit up.” He ordered, nudging her.

She struggled to sit while he took a place on the couch where her head had been.

“Lay down.”

“I’m so gross right now.” She whined even as she melted into his lap at the gentle pressure of his hand.

“You’re everything but.” Cool fingers ran through her hair. Though she felt like she was freezing, the cool from his lap and fingers felt good against her hot skin. Fevers had always felt confusing to her.

“Look out the window.” Loki’s breathing had slowed as he directed his will and her focus.

Outside the window, the snow and sky were alight with flashes of colors. The pops of distant explosions were muffled by the illusion, a choice he made to protect her ears. Reds, Blues, yellows and purples exploded across the sky in different patterns.

“It’s beautiful.” She whispered.

“I can’t take you to see the fireworks here, nor can I replace them for you. They’re not real and no one else can see them but they’re just for you- They’re the last Asgardian fireworks I had seen.”

“You’re making them from memory?” She was enthralled with the dancing explosions.

“A memory I’d share with none other than you, my Love.”

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[the-lady-amphitrite]

— A FAIRYTALE BEGINNING; A MASTERLIST

4th May, 2022 | started

10th August, 2023 | last updated

— summary:

Warm, golden summers. Icy, beautiful winters. This is how your life in Asgard begins...

Born into a world of monochrome hues, your life was tied to another’s from the moment you took your first breath. Some call it a gift, many call it a curse. And you?

The Weavers tell you long before when it will happen, so instead you dream of a future after you find your soulmate that takes place in the stars. Never knowing that whose orbit you’re swept up by will become the one threatened most when it all comes crashing down.

— pairing:

Loki / f!Half-Asgardian!Reader

— tags:

Pre-Thor (2011), Alternate Universe - Soulmates, Platonic & Romantic Soulmates, Original Mythology, Dragons, Alternate Norse Mythology, Marvel Norse Lore

Genderfluid & Bisexual Loki, Bisexual Reader, Original Characters Kára Leifsdóttir & Sveinn Einarsson, Tyr/OFC as Reader’s parents, Reader with a matronym (Kárudóttir), Minor Characters

Slow Burn, Romance, Mutual Pining, Idiots in Love, Excessive Hand-Holding, Flirting, Friendship, Best Friends, Fluff & Angst, Mild Hurt/Comfort

— warnings:

Canon-Typical Violence (mentions of: blood, the Asgard-Jotunheim War, blood magic) (fighting, sparring, and fire magic); allusions and implications of lost time (reader & various) [magic induced];

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chapters —

1. prologue

2. the lay of halcyon

3. the winds of change

4. of love and traitors

5. burn the midnight oil

6. fate weavers

7. heart to heart

8. halcyonic mirage

9. of mirrors and secrets

10. a fate already affixed

11. flame-touched

12. hellish consummation

13. a gift so humbling

14. once more, with honesty

15. helfire

16. the flame that never dies

17. stumble on in to my heart

18. the edge of destiny

19. a touch of truth

20. revelations

21. to be left wanting

22. the taste of lies

23. we dream of stars

( The Prince and His Dragon masterlist |  Of Fire and Of Ice masterlist )

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[mareebird]

Chapter 15

Far Have I Traveled Part 3 of Artifacts and Asgardians (The Relic) Pairing: Loki/OFC; Rating: Mature

While accompanying the woman he loves on a farewell tour, visiting the places she's called home over the course of her life, an old injury flares up and forces Loki to reflect on love, the universe, and everything.

Chapter 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 | 11 | 12 | 13 | 14 | 15

Chapter 15: Golden

Beneath his pillow, nestled in the hollow of his palm, Loki’s phone began to vibrate.  His eyes were already open.  He’d spent the last half-hour staring at the dark wall, trying not to move, anticipating the alarm.  It gave him a start anyway the moment it went off. Twisting around, carefully, he looked across his shoulder at Cora to find her expression was flat with sleep, undisturbed by the alarm.  Good. Five o’clock. Time to begin.

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[thunderbringer]

just a reminder ilu & ur muses & u make my dash brighter <3 i promise we will be plotting & writing together asap(if it’s alright with u ofc)! also guess who’s gonna bring a half asgardian oc soon ;)

ilu 2!! you're always so nice and supportive and i truly appreciate you! and we always need more asgardians! there are never enough at all!

#i'm glad i can make this hellsite just a little bit better at least #i do try! <3

[wizardofrozz]

The Perfect Pair Masterlist

Summary: Loki was angry and hurt, looking for revenge. Violet was on the hunt for the man that ruined her, made her into the monster she is. Neither of them expected to find what they didn’t know they were missing when they met. They were two sides of the same coin. Different people but also the same just below the surface. Their jagged edges fitting together just right, making the perfect pair.

Loki Laufeyson x OFC (Violet)

Word Count: 49,658

Warnings (general): violence, angst, smut +18, blood and gore, mention of child abuse, mention of non-con, mention child abuse, past trauma

A/N: The picture is property of yours truly (not sure how I feel about it yet though 😬). I’m still in process of writing this (as of 5/10) but hopefully in the next few days I’ll have decided on the ending I want. Also, if anyone from the All of Our Lives story wants to added to the taglist for this, please let me know! 😊

Chapter 1: We Meet Again....And Again?

Chapter 2: Mutual Goals

Chapter 3: Something More?

Chapter 4: New York on its Knees

Chapter 5: Welcome to Asgard

Chapter 6: Without You

Chapter 7: Our Reign

Chapter 8: This Changes Everything

Chapter 9: Sakaar Welcomes You

Chapter 10: Lord of Thunder

Chapter 11: Babysitting the Brother-in-Law

Chapter 12: Surprise

Chapter 13: Written in the Stars

Chapter 14: Goddess of Death

Chapter 15: Let’s Go Home

Chapter 16: The Titan

Chapter 17: Forgive and Forget...Sometimes

Chapter 18: Hello Brother

Chapter 19: A New Start

Chapter 20: Epilogue

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[avengerscompound]

The Tower: Happily Ever After - 35

The Tower: Happily Ever After An Avengers Fanfic

Series Masterlist | Character Reference PREVIOUS //

Pairing:  Avengers x OFC, Bruce Banner x Bucky Barnes x Clint Barton x Wanda Maximoff x Steve Rogers x Natasha Romanoff x Tony Stark x Thor x Sam Wilson x OFC (Elly Cooper)

Word Count: 4740

Warnings:  smut (MMF bisexual threesome, FF, orgy, oral sex, vaginal sex, light spanking.)

Synopsis: Almost 40 years after Elise Cooper first crashed into Natasha Romanoff outside the library at Columbia University, she and the Avengers are adapting to a near-immortal life together with their large brood of children.  Yet things aren’t perfect.  Life is moving on without them and they’re starting to discover who isolating being immortal can be.  When Angela comes and asks Thor to take the throne of Asgard once more, the group leaves Earth in the hopes that they will find their Happily Ever After there.

Chapter 35: The Orgy

The click of my heels echoed through the halls of the palace as we walked down to the rooms Steve had taken Clint and me to all those weeks ago when he’d given us our prize.  The palace was holding an orgy and for the first time, I was going to attend.

I had my arm wrapped around Thor’s as our small group walked along and each step I took made me feel that more anxious and excited.

It was me, Thor, Natasha, Sam, Clint, and Tony - the others weren’t particularly interested in participating in a public orgy and had opted to stay home with the kids.  Of those of us that were going, what we wore and were all vastly different.

Thor had a pair of simple black linen pants with a gold drawstring and a red cape that was attached at his left shoulder with an ornate silver clasp.  Aside from that, he was naked.  No shoes, no underwear, no shirt.  His hair had small braids that were pulled into a half bun at the back of his head and he had thin gold cords wrapped around his forearms in a crisscross pattern that resembled the lacing on gladiator shoes.  He carried himself with the same comfortable confidence he always did.  This was not unusual for him and he enjoyed it.  He was like a man stopping in for coffee and cake at his favorite cafe.

Tony wore a three-piece suit in dark grey with a red tie.  It was nice seeing him in one again, and he looked like the Tony Stark people used to see on television back before I met him.  Incredibly cool, confident, and ready to get very, very dirty.

Clint was like an excitable puppy.  He practically skipped down the hall as he clung to Natasha’s hand.  He was wearing a white fishnet shirt paired with a white pleated skirt with gold ribbon trim.  The ribbon was decorated with Celtic knotwork, making the skirt look like a blend between a greek gladiator skirt and Asgardian formal wear.  Increasing the gladiator theme he had going, he’d put on gladiator sandals that had straps that crisscrossed up his legs and tied off under his knees.  He also had the collar he wore when he subbed with Natasha and a pair of cuffs that looked similar to the ones that Steve had given me.  I wondered if that was a pair Steve had given him.  Of all my men attending the orgy, Clint was the only one wearing any noticeable makeup.  He had perfectly applied eyeliner that made his blue eyes pop, and his nails were painted purple.

Natasha looked slightly bemused as she was dragged along by Clint.  That bewildered look didn’t take anything away from how completely sexy and dangerous she looked.  Her hair had been smoothed and tied back in a tight ponytail and her makeup was applied perfectly, without one single errant line.  Her lips were painted red that was a few shades darker than her hair, and she had perfectly symmetrical winged eyeliner.  Her nails were cut short and painted the same shade as her lips.  She wore something that resembled a corset.  It was a metallic black, and reflected the light of his surface, and cut in panels - there was a panel on each side that curved to highlight her waist and hips, and a triangular panel on the front and back that looked like an arrowhead and pointed up to her breasts.  The bra and panties looked like chain mail, though they were made of fabric, not metal.  She had paired it with thigh-high black boots that had heels so high she was practically walking en pointe and brought her up to the same height as me.  She seemed to be approaching the orgy like a predator preparing to hunt.

Sam seemed to be coming along like a tourist taking a tour of Paris.  He wore a black t-shirt that hugged his muscles that fabric had no right to do.  It almost looked like it had been vacuumed sealed to him.  He’d paired it with khaki-colored cargo pants.  He looked so out of place compared to the rest of us, and yet somehow most relaxed about the idea of going to have sex with a bunch of strangers.

Then there was me.  I was a bundle of nerves.  Excited to see all these people fucking, terrified they’d want me to join in - and yet just as terrified they wouldn’t.  My stomach was full of butterflies and my hands shook slightly as I held on to Thor.  I knew no one was going to make me do something I didn’t want to do.  I just didn’t trust myself to know my own limits.  I didn’t want to do something I would regret, but I also didn’t want to regret not doing something I did want to do.

I wore my hair loose and Clint had done my make-up in a soft natural effect.  Definitely noticeable but to highlight my natural features, not to dominate them.  I had a pale blue camisole in a soft floaty fabric, over muted silver boy leg panties.  The camisole was empire cut, with the bra sculpted under my breasts, and over it, I had a brushed steel corset that sat under my breasts and had vertical strips that reached the circle around my waist.  I had paired it with silver thigh-high, gladiator-style heels - though I still could barely walk in heels, so they were quite low.  Around my neck, I had a Mjolnir pendant.  I hoped that she might guide me tonight.

As we reached the door the sounds of music and talking permeated out.  Thor stopped before we reached the door and turned to me, taking both my hands in his.  “Elise, my life, are you sure you want to do this?”

“Yes.  I mean, I can just watch, right?” I said.

“Of course,” he said, his thumb caressing my cheek.  “There is no pressure.  But you are shaking like a leaf.”

“I’m okay,” I assured him.  “I’m just kind of nervous and excited.”

“Are you ready?” he asked.

“Yes,” I said.  “Yep.  Ready.”

Thor nodded to the guards at the door and they pulled it open.

I was surprised by how many people were in the first room.  The couch that Steve had fucked me on had a group of women sitting around talking as they nursed drinks.  Another group of women was on a different couch, all tangled together as they kissed.  People were using the silks that hung from the ceiling, entertaining the room by doing sensual gymnastic routines to the music that filled the room.  As soon as the doors closed a small group of people approached Thor.  “My lord, would you like to join us?” a tall blonde woman asked.

Thor turned to us.  “Loki and I have an agreement, they use the rooms on the left and I use the rooms on the right.  I’m sure they won’t care if you intrude on their space, but be aware they will be down there somewhere.”

“Keeping to the right,” Clint said.  “Got it.”

“Are you alright, my queen?” Thor asked.

I nodded.  “Yes, go.  Get laid.”

He chuckled and Sam rubbed Thor’s arm.  “I’ll stick with her.  Don’t worry.”

“As you wish,” Thor said, and let the group lead him down to the right.

“Let’s take a look around,” Tony said.

We moved down to the right and began to look around.  There were several rooms and each one we passed into got slightly darker and more people were having sex.  We stopped in the second room and got ourselves drinks and in the third room, thigh-high we lost Clint when a group of women gestured for him to join them on a large opulent bed.

In the fourth room, we came across Sif and Hogun.  Sif was stretched out on a couch being eaten out by a muscular guy with a back nearly as broad as Thor’s.  Hogun approached us as we watched on.  Sif’s breasts rose and fell and she gripped the edge of the couch as she dug her heels into the man’s back.

“She is quite beautiful, isn’t she?” Hogun said.

“He’s not too bad either,” Natasha said.

“No Volstagg or Fandral?” I asked.

“Volstagg will be home with his wife and children.  They attend on occasion, but the two have more children than all of you together.  They appreciate a good night's sleep,” he explained.

“With that many kids?  I doubt they're sleeping when they’re in bed,” Tony joked.

Hogun laughed.  “Yes.  I suppose that is true.  As for Fandral, he’ll be with Loki.”

“I guess that makes sense,” I said.

“Anthony, I have been hoping we could have another round together,” Hogun said.  “Join me?”

Tony looked over at me.  I wasn’t sure if he was asking permission or checking to see if I’d be okay if I left him.  Either way, the answer was the same.  “Go.  I’m good.  Have fun.”

He leaned in and kissed me lovingly and when he pulled away Hogun wrapped his hand around the back of his neck and led him into another room.

“Okay, princess,” Sam said, wrapping his arm around me.  “What if you, me, and Nat take a seat opposite Sif.  We can get each other off while we watch her.  Does that sound good?”

“Mm-hmm…” I squeaked.

Natasha laughed and took my hand, leading me over to the couch.  “It’s so strange seeing you all shy.  Didn’t you show up at the tower in a school uniform when you still hadn’t met everyone?”

“Yes,” I giggled, as she pulled me down beside her.  “I was much younger then.  And not married.  And they were people I was dating.”

“Oh,” she teased as she wrapped her arm around my waist and pulled me close to her.  Her hand slipped between my legs.  “Is that it?  You’re so, so old?”

“So old, Tasha,” I hummed, leaning forward so my forehead was pressed against hers.  “I’m a grandma.”

“Little old babushka, going to a swingers party,” Natasha teased as she began to palm my cunt.

“Natasha!  That’s so mean!” I squealed.

“You started it,” Natasha said.  “And I happen to think you’re a very sexy granny.”

I broke down into giggles and Sam wrapped his arm around my shoulders and pulled me back against him.  “How about this,” he whispered against my ear as he palmed my breasts.  “You watch Sif and tell us how you’re feeling while we make you come.”

“Mmm… okay,” I hummed.  Natasha pushed my panties to the side and started rubbing my clit as Sam kissed my neck.  I looked over at Sif.  The guy that had been going down on her was now spooning her from behind and she had her leg over his hip. Another woman had her head between their legs and was eating them out as Sif was being penetrated from behind.  She looked unbelievably sexy and it only made me wetter for Natasha.  Sif caught my eye and winked at me.

“If how wet my fingers just got is any indication, I think Elly is feeling very turned on right now,” Natasha teased.

“I am,” I moaned, rolling my hips against her hand.  “Really turned on.  I think - I think because there’s nine of you, and you didn’t all sleep with each other… right?”

“Yeah, princess,” Sam said.  “You jumped in the sack with all of us right away.  You’re our glue, you know that?”

Natasha pushed two fingers inside of me and twisted them.  “I’ve got really good taste, don’t I, Sam?” Natasha teased as I moaned and arched my back.

Sam kissed my neck and squeezed my tits.  “Yeah, Nat.  The best taste.”  Natasha laughed and leaned over and kissed him deeply.

I forgot my train of thought for a moment as my scalp prickled and my skin buzzed.  “Umm…”

“You were saying how you were fucking all of us,” Sam reminded me.

“Oh, yeah,” I hummed.  Sif had pushed the guy on his back and was now straddling him as the other woman moved to sit on his face.  “Umm… it’s a lot… you know?  A lot of dating.  A lot of sex.”

 “Uh-huh, I get that,” Sam said.  “Hard to do that and the open thing.  But you also have always run from this kind of thing when there are other people too.  Which is fine, but you’re here now.”

“Umm… fuck…” I moaned and bucked up against Natasha’s hand as she hit my g-spot.  Sam chuckled and reached into my panties.  He started rubbing my clit in little circles.  “Hulk.  I was always looking after Bruce because of Hulk… and then… I guess… I missed so many, I started overthinking it.”

“Well, you’re here now,” Sam said.  “So get out of your head and onto my dick.”

I laughed and elbowed him.  He caught my arms and picked me up and dropped me over his lap, bringing his hand down on my ass.  “Naughty, Elly,” he scolded and I squealed and kicked my legs.

“Sam!”

He spanked me again.  “Go eat Natasha out and I’ll fuck you,” he said.  “People are starting to watch.”

I looked around and saw the eyes on us.  The people of the kingdom watching their queen and consorts fuck.  I crawled over to Natasha and she lay back and spread her legs.  I pushed her panties to the side and began to run my tongue up and down her folds.  She was soaking and I hummed as I licked up her tart fluids.

Sam got on his knees behind me and pulled my panties down to my knees as he unfastened his pants.  As I pushed two fingers inside of Natasha, Sam entered me.

The three of us moved together, I matched Sam’s pace with my fingers, pushing them in deep and digging them into her g-spot.  I sucked on her clit as Sam reached around me and rubbed mine.  I don’t know if it was because of the threads connecting me to them meant I knew what Sam was going to do before he did it, or if we just knew each other so well that we were just perfectly in synch but each movement Sam made on me I mirrored on Natasha and the three of us were all nearing out climaxes at the same time.

Natasha moaned louder and louder and rolled her hips against my face as her cunt began to clench around my fingers.  My own sounds were muffled by her pussy, but the vibration from them added the suction on her clit.  Sam’s hips began to stutter and he leaned forward and kissed my shoulder.  “That’s it, princess, you gonna come?”

I moaned and pressed down harder inside Natasha, corkscrewing my wrist and then dragging my fingertips back over her g-spot.  She cried out suddenly and arched up as she came on my face.  I moaned and relaxed just enough that when Sam thrust hard back into me, I seized up again as my own orgasm tore through me.  Sam groaned and picked up his pace, dragging out my orgasm until his own his and he released inside me with a moan.  “Fuck, yes.  That’s it,” he gasped, as he shuddered with his release.

We slowly sat back and straightened ourselves up.  Natasha leaned over and kissed my cheek.  “I’m going to go spend some time with Sif,” she said.  “That woman’s mouth… I tell you Elise… the things she can do…”

I nodded and when she crossed the room to where Sif was I looked at Sam in panic.  I wanted to do this, but I didn’t want to be left alone.

“Hey, now, Elly,” Sam said.  “I’m not going anywhere.  You’re fine.”

“Okay,” I said, cuddling into his side.

He rubbed my arm.  “Did you want to join Natasha with Sif?”

I shook my head.  “I know it’s weird, but I think I friend-zoned her.  The warriors three too.”

Sam laughed and patted my ass.  “Poor Fandral.  All he wants is to hit that.”

I laughed.  “Well, I might change over time.  Who knows what I’ll think about sex in a thousand years?”

“That’s true,” Sam said.  “Well, what do you want to do?”

“Is it weird that I kind of want to see what Loki is up to?” I asked.

“Yes,” he said.  “Especially after just saying you don’t want to sleep with Sif because you friend-zoned her.”

I giggled.  “I don’t want to have sex with Loki.  But I just want to see… you know?  They’re the god of bondage.”

Sam laughed and rolled his eyes.  “Fine.  Just looking.  Who knows, maybe we’ll see that cute Valkyrie while we’re walking around.”

“Mmm… maybe,” I said, getting up.  I didn’t want to admit just yet that the idea of maybe seeing the cute Valkyrie was part of what made me want to come in the first place.

We wandered back through the rooms.  We spotted Clint in the middle of an orgy with at least ten women.  He looked like the cat that got the cream.  Thor, we found sitting on a large wingback chair with a slim man in his lap and two women cuddled up against his legs.  They weren’t having sex, but they clearly had been recently.

When we reached Loki’s side of the den of iniquity, the reds and soft golds and creams changed to greens, bright golds, and blacks.  We found Loki three rooms in, stretched out on a green chaise, Fandral cuddled into her side while a woman seemed to be giving her a scalp massage.  It was a little disappointing really.

She looked up at us when she saw us and shook her head, stifling a laugh.  “Samuel.  Elise.  Can I help you?’

“Elise is a little too curious for her own good,” Sam said.

Loki chuckled and sat up, patting the seat beside her.  “Come here, Elise?”

I looked at Sam with my eyebrows raised and he shrugged.  “Watch out for daggers,” he said, only half-joking.

I went and took a seat beside Loki and she put her arm behind me.  Not touching me, but still making me feel caged in.  “Did you finally realize you picked the wrong sibling?”

“Ew, gross,” I said.  “You’re my sister.”

“In-law,” Loki corrected.  “And never call me that again.  Though I am grateful that’s not what you wanted.  Honestly, I’m not sure I’d want him to touch me if he’d fucked you,” she added, gesturing to Fandral.  Both Fandral and I started laughing.

“Rude,” I said, through my laughter.

“So what is it?” Loki asked.  “If I disgust you so much, why would you come down here?”

“You don’t disgust me,” I corrected. “I just see us as related.  And I just was curious what you’d be into.  I thought it would be all kinds of kinky.  Then you were just cuddling and getting a head massage.  Talk about a letdown.”

Loki laughed.  “Ah, I see.  Wanted to touch darkness, did you?  You have nine lovers and they’re all too vanilla?”

“Uhh… I’m married to Natasha Romanoff,” I said.  “What do you think?”

Loki laughed loudly, throwing her head back.  “My mistake,” she said, shaking her head.  “Alright, I’m bored of you.  You don’t get to find out my kinks today.”

I stood and returned to Sam’s side.  “Have a nice night, Loki.”

“I will once you leave,” she replied.

“Have you seen any Valkyrie around?” Sam asked.

Loki quirked an eyebrow at him, but it was Fandral that answered. “Try that room,” he said, pointing behind him.  “I think I saw some go in there.”

I followed Sam through the archway and we found Brunnhilde amongst a group of other Valkyrie, all in various states of undress.  Brunnhilde had a corset on in fog grey with gold accents, and over it, a kind of robe hat resembling a toga in light blue.  It opened wide at the front revealing the bustier of the corset, and fell back at her hips like a cape, while a band held it together around her stomach.

She stood when she saw us.  “Your majesties,” she said, her tone between sarcasm and teasing.  “I did not expect to see any of you here tonight.  Have you ever attended one of these before?”

“We have not,” Sam said.  “Just expanding our experience.”

“Always a good thing,” she said and gestured to the couch beside her.  “Join us.”

Sam pushed me forward and I practically stumbled into the seat next to her.  She laughed and put her arm around me.  “Very graceful, your grace,” she teased.  Sam took a seat beside a woman that dwarfed him and she looked down at Sam like she was about to eat him alive.  “This is Valktruata, Hildegarde, Grimgerta, Hecara, Leita, Ortinda, Rosseveissa, and Sygnet,” Brunnhilde said, gesturing around the group of women.

“Oh, you’re the one seeing my daughter,” Sam said to Rosseveissa.

Rosseveissa laughed.  “Seeing is a very formal term.  Sarah is hard to lock down.  I had hoped she’d be here.”

“Sorry,” I said.  “We advised them that they might not want to attend tonight.”

She nodded.  “That is very understandable.  And for that reason, I might excuse myself and find some other trouble to get up to.  I can barely get her to commit without the added challenge that I participated in an orgy with her parents.”

“It was nice to meet you,” I said.  “You should have dinner with us all some time.”

“Oh no, we’re definitely not at the dinner with the family stage,” she said.  “Enjoy your night.”

When she left the room Brunnhilde turned to me.  “Now, my queen,” she said, leaning right into me.  “Shall we?”

I looked over at Sam who was watching, enthralled.  I turned back to Brunnhilde and glanced from her dark brown eyes to her plump lips and back again, before bringing my lips to hers.  She kissed me hard, pushing me back onto the couch and straddling one of my thighs.  I pushed it up against her cunt and she began to grind down on it.

It was strange.  Before I met Natasha I’d never considered myself a relationship person.  My parents had fucked me up and being open to love had been difficult for me.  Sex was fine though.  I slept with people.

That was over forty years ago, and this was the first person I’d kissed in all those years that wasn’t one of my people.  It felt strange and new, and really, really good.

She dominated me - the wet of her cunt getting on my thigh as she passionately and deliberately moved her lips with mine.  I gripped her waist as she bunched one hand in my hair and held my head in place.  Her other hand moved down, palming my breast and then wrapping around one of the ribs of my metal corset and holding onto it.

I ran my palm around her hips and began rubbing her clit through the fabric of her panties with my thumb.  She moaned and broke the kiss with me, and trailed kisses down my neck.  I looked over at Sam.  The Valkyrie that had been eyeing him off was laying with her hips on his lap and he was fingering her but his eyes were locked on me.  He mouthed ‘I love you’ and I hummed and closed my eyes, arching my back under her.

She pulled back and looked down at me as her hand slipped between my legs and her fingers slid into my panties.  “What do you want, my queen?  Want me to kneel for you?  Worship you?”

“No,” I breathed.  “That’s what I want to do for you.”

She smirked and ground her hip on my thigh, smearing more of her fluids on me.  “Alright, your majesty.  But first I think I need to ruin you for your other lovers.”

She moved back, dragged my panties off, and grabbed a bottle of oil from the low table nearby.  Her hand returned to my cunt and she pushed two fingers inside me.  I stretched back gripping the edge of the couch as she thrust her fingers in and out quickly and rubbed my clit with her thumb.  I moaned and rolled my hips along with her movements, letting the pleasant buzz roll through me

As my orgasm built, she spread her fingers and added a third.  The stretch burned at my entrance and I felt pleasantly full.  I mewled and my muscles tightened.  Even as full as I was her fingers were skilled and as she wriggled them inside me she found my g-spot and dragged them one at a time over it in quick succession.  I started panting and my sounds became more animalistic as my orgasm built again.

Just as it peaked and was about to break she took her hand away and coated her hand in the oil, she drizzled it on my pussy, and right away my clit began to tingle, and heat spread through my cunt.  “Feels good, doesn’t it, your highness?” Brunnhilde asked as she curled her fingers in on themselves and lined her hand up to my cunt.  “I’m gonna let you come this time.  Won’t that be nice?”

“Mm-hmm…” I hummed.  “Thank you.”

“Don’t thank me yet,” she said and thrust four of her fingers inside me at once.  I gasped and bucked up hard.  She pushed my hips back down and started fucking me with her fingers.  The stretch at her knuckles burned right through me and it was added to by whatever was in the oil that was making my cunt tingle.  Her fingers moved inside me, hitting my g-spot hard again and again each time she moved them.  I couldn’t control the sounds I made, they just burst out of me as I bucked my hips wildly against her hands.

I felt like I was going to break apart.  My orgasm sat right there on the edge, but wouldn’t break.  I looked over at Sam again.  He was still fingering Ortinda but he still hadn’t taken his eyes off me.  ‘Come, princess,’ he mouthed, and just like that, like he’d pulled a trigger inside me, I came, gushing over Brunnhilde’s hand.

Brunnhilde sat back smugly and slowly removed her hand.  “Alright, your majesty,” she said.  “Get to work.”

I sat up shakily and pulled up my panties as she pushed hers down and spread her legs.  I sank to my knees on the floor and moved between her legs.  She gripped my hair and drew me to her, pushing my face into her cunt.  I started sucking greedily on her folds and pushed two fingers inside her.  She tasted different, sweeter with an undercurrent of something like ozone.  I licked it up greedily and started sucking on her clit.  She rocked her hips against my face, moaning as she pulled my hair and her pussy started dripping around my fingers.  I curled them inside her again and again like I was beckoning her orgasm to me.  My fingertips dragged over the soft spot inside her and each time it did, she cried out and bucked up.  She pulled my hair and held me in place.  It made my scalp prickle and I moaned loudly as I drank down her fluids.  Her cunt began to flutter around my digits as I brought her closer to the edge and I doubled down on my efforts, digging my fingers in harder and flicking my tongue quickly over her clit.

Brunnhilde cried out and arched up under me as she came, her cunt squeezed my fingers tight as it crashed through her.  I slowed my fingers and eased them out of her and she reached down and pulled me into a hard kiss.

I felt light-headed and spent and as I sat back on the couch and relaxed, Sam came over and wrapped his arm around me.  “You looked so hot, princess,” he said.

“I felt pretty hot,” I said and cuddled into him.  “Thank you for staying with me.”

He smiled and kissed the top of my head.  “I just want you to be happy, babe.”

I hummed and kissed his cheek.  “I am supremely happy,” I said, and it was the honest to gods’ truth.

// NEXT

#the avengers #steve rogers #bucky barnes #tony stark #natasha romanoff #bruce banner #clint barton #wanda maximoff #sam wilson #avengers fanfic #avengers x oc #steve rogers x oc #bucky barnes x oc #tony stark x oc #stucky #clintasha #natasha romanoff x oc #wanda maximoff x oc #clint barton x oc #bruce banner x oc #sam wilson x oc #all caps #thor x oc #thor #fanfic #fanfiction #smut #the tower

[ashdreams2023]

Can I ask something long

Loki x wifepreg!reader

Reader is Tony's sis and she did the snap but didn't die,loki came took her to one of her beach houses and lived there until reader is 7 months.But then tony and some of the avengers come because they need them to track down some criminal and reader don't want to go because tony hurt her and she just goes inside and thor convinces loki to talk to her and they agree and go to find the criminal(ofc reader doesn't fight she only tracks him down)(also reader was snapped and she was like 3 and a half months pregnant before the snap)

I am so so sorry for this being so long buy I really wanted to be specific.i am so so very sorry!

It’s ok to be specific it helps but I got a little confused by the last part so I hope this isn’t so off because from what I’m reading the reader is still pregnant and I hope I’m right

I should seriously put word count at this point

After the snap

Loki rubbed your full belly as you sighed at the nice touch of his cool hand.

"Relax darling I’m sure it would be alright, the doctors both here and our Asgardian doctors say that you and the baby are in the best of health"

"I know, I just didn’t expect it to stay in this long"

Your baby has passed the due time of your scheduled birthdate, Loki forget to mention that frost giant babies tend to stay inside their mother’s stomach longer than humans do.

Now you’re over nine months pregnant and trying to not freak out whenever you feel a kick.

The year was already crazy enough and everything was just starting to go back to normal.

You did the snap, whiles pregnant, it was dangerous but you survived.

After the snap you went away with Loki to a secret area in a beach house where nobody could bother, a place where you can raise your baby together.

Or at least that’s what you thought.

"Somebody’s is getting closer to our house" your eyes widened when Loki stood up.

"But who would be com-"

"Our brothers"

Your mood suddenly switched and you wanted to throw something across the room.

"Loki…"

"I know…" Loki sighed opening the door and starling the comers.

Tony Thor and Bruce along with Peter.

"Hi Loki…how’s it been?"

Loki crossed his arms over his chest with a disinterested look on his face.

"She doesn’t want to see you stark"

Tony looked hurt but stepped closer.

"I know what I did and I deserve her anger but we need your help" Loki raised a brow at the genius before Thor approached them.

"Brother, let’s talk" Loki looked back inside the living room and noticed you had left, most likely sitting in your bedroom now.

"Uh…come in"

Even though loki didn’t like what’s happening he was raised well and he offered them drinks and sat patiently listening to their case.

"He’s very dangerous brother, we need you two to track him down, you’re the best" indeed you were.

"It’s one time, that’s it then we won’t ask ever again" loki saw how desperate they all seemed, then look at Peter.

The kid that got snapped, he remembers well how much you cried when he did.

"Fine. This one time"

Loki went to your room and he could sense how upset you were feeling.

"What do they want?" You asked tiredly.

"They need our help dear, just this once"

You shook your head "I have no reason to help them, they are good on their own"

Loki warped his arms around your shoulders and brought you close to his chest.

"I know…but he’s your brother"

"He said awful things"

"I said awful things to Thor for years and he still loves me and I know your heart is way bigger than fo ignore your loved ones in need"

You hated how he knew you very well sometimes.

"Fine."

He kissed your forehead tenderly before taking your hand and leading you downstairs.

You still didn’t speak to Tony throughout the enter thing and just asked the others how they were doing.

And just like they expected you two tracked the criminal down with the help of Tony’s technology.

"Now we can g-" you couldn’t continue your sentence when you felt your water break.

"Loki!!!" You screamed and he came running into the lap with tony right behind him.

"It’s time!" Both men helped you up and you tried to hold in together till you reach the hospital.

Both holding your hand for support as the bed was dragging in the hospital hallways.

"Y/N I’m so sorry! I just want you to know when you go in there that I’m wrong and keeping this baby wasn’t a mistake"

You screamed squeezing his hand.

"I…forgive you…"

Loki went in with you and Tony waited outside for what felt like the longest hours of his life.

Then he heard a cry of a baby.

That was the day his nephew was born.

#loki x reader #loki laufeyson #mcu #fanfic #imagine #loki/y/n #loki imagine #mcu loki #loki #one shot

[bolontiku]

“From Darkness”

Avengers AU - One Shot

Characters: Thor, Loki, Sif, Volstagg, OFC!Kaira

Word Count: 1680

Summary: Years after her disappearance she returns in the most unexpected way.

A/N: This is an update to "Darling" nothing major, but I am super excited about it. Reader has been turned into OFC.

WARNINGS: Impending violence, memory loss??? Tied and gagged. IDK HOW TO TAG.

Like, Comments, & Reblogs are always appreciated and loved.

Like what I write? ☕ café

They had come instead of Odin, their father assuring them it would be easy and they could handle it. 

His sons. 

Loki still felt a bit unnerved, after everything they had been through. After his sickness, the time blurred and spent bedridden. Odin so close to losing him had seemed to have made a turn, including Loki in much, but the raven haired son of Odin was always wary. 

Still, they had been sent as a convoy of sorts, Odin having put most of the work in already. It would be good to trade with them, and that is how he found himself watching every dark corner of the main hall they had entered. Volstagg and Sif had accompanied them, on the off chance there would possibly some trouble, Loki was more than bored and he let Thor do most of the talking, it should come to an end now. 

It was Thor really, the way he tensed as the man before them waved to some of his men, “a present,” he stated. It seemed his brothers reaction caused the man to rethink his offer, Thor took in a slow breath, many others would have missed it, but Loki knew his brother, saw the way his shoulders ever so slightly tightened, he felt Sif and Volstagg shift just so. They knew Thor as well. “Release her,” Thor said, keeping an even tone, “I will gladly take your present.” He ignored the mans retraction. 

“Oh,” he snickered, holding a hand up, “it seems that you are more than eager to take our little pet, what would you pay for tour little treasure? She is quite powerful you know.” He caught hold of the binds around her throat, tugging her towards him. Her cry was muffled, there was something familiar about her. Loki stared. He couldn't remember. Had he known her?

Loki was lost. 

She was pretty. 

Albeit dirty and crouching down from the weight of the chains that bound her. But the more he studied her binds… hair. They had used hair to bind her. Dark and strong, perhaps a mixture of human and horse? That was old dark magic if he remembered correctly.

"She must be restrained, her dark magic is very powerful. She has killed many of my men before and we will not take any chances with her. We sacrificed ten men so that our most powerful could capture her and bind her, this is what we had thought to offer you…” he slid his sly gaze towards the brothers.

Thor balled his fists, Loki was ready, he did not understand why, what had set his brother off? How did he not know this woman? He caught Sif glancing at him, worry in her eyes before she focused.

What was that? Loki struggled, this feeling, it was as if he couldn't breathe. Frigga. He felt her magic. It tickled just barely noticeable, at the edges of his mind. But why? Why would she have-?

"You will give her to us" Thor demanded.

"What will I receive in return then? Will we get more for this little one?” he reached up, catching her jaw in his hand forcefully, making her wince. Loki felt his skin crawl.

"She is an Asgardian and thus one under the protection of the royal house."

Loki stared at Thor in surprise. What was the meaning of this??? How could he not place this woman? Was she truly under the protection of Odin? How could he not know? He faltered, a faint memory of darkness and white flickering lights. He shook his head and for some reason thought of Frigga’s soft voice humming a song he adored. "Brother?" His own voice was softer than he had anticipated. What was this weight that suddenly caused him to breath a little harder? Why did his heart ache?

Volstagg glanced at him before looking at Sif who shifted, half facing him and half Thor. "Then she must be worth more than anything I could name if she be so precious. I think we will take her back instead of gifting her to you. Negotiations would be fair."

"Imbecile," Thor ground out, hand on Mjolnir.

An eyebrow shot up, "talk of peace and here you threaten us over one girl?" The man scoffed, "I should have known the moment you showed up instead of Odin himself. Take the girl"

Thor did not chance a glance back, not even when he heard Loki call for him. If he did… Kaira, how had she come to be here? And now, of all times, his father had plans now that a few years had passed, now that it seemed Loki had forgotten, that it had held and she had been washed from his memory.

Frigga had been forced to do it. Losing her had been a devastating blow to Loki. He had followed the trail of darkness as far as he could when she vanished. He would not sleep, refused to eat, he would not stop until he found her. His health declined and Odin had stepped in. To Loki it was forever just another argument, but their mother had stepped in. Suppressing his memory so that he would have some peace. 

Kaira was gone. There was no need for Loki to suffer so.

Thor had of course worried, he had argued that they needed to let him have some time. He would come to reason, he would understand, they could move on. Kaira was important to him. 

But the decision had been made. 

His brother's tears had quietened by nightfall. And even though he was against it, it did give him relief when Loki woke giving him a shy smile. He must have gotten sick after arguing with Odin. Was their mother worried? 

And time had passed, seeming to heal the wound. Thor watched as Loki passed the small building that had once been an escape to the both of them. He still made sure to visit with bundles of flowers and offerings. Loki had followed once, unsure of what they were doing but his curiosity had gotten the better of him. He had stood away, sighing and reminding Thor they were due for training soon. But Thor had seen him eyeing the place, as if there was echo his brother could not shake.

If he could get her and Loki home without fighting it would be better. Frigga could… explain better. Thor knew his way around words, but this… this was something they would have to answer to, yes, even he would need to answer. He was more than willing to, but first this. If it came to bloodshed then so be it. 

Loki stepped forwards, why would Thor not look at him? He frowned, lips pursed into a thin line. He studied the woman. She looked vaguely familiar, he cocked his head to the side, where did he know her from? 

And it happened as her eyes swept up, meeting his. Green and gold, like the grass that filled their forests back home framed by dark chestnut hair which was bound and braided, although now it was messy and escaping its ties.

There was so much darkness it created a black-hole around her, effectively swallowing every bit of light around Kaira, seeming to swallow the air itself, muting all sound. Loki reached out, her eyes falling on his outstretched hand. ‘I lov-’ she began and Loki blinked.

Thor froze, Loki released the breath he had held and frantically looked around. “No,” the word slipped past his lips. “No, no, nononOnoNo, NOOOOO!!!” his howl reverberated in the darkness, the darkness that had swallowed her up in the blink of an eye. 

Thor heard him gasp and just like that he knew what was to happen. Mjolnir came to life. Sif, Volstag and the few handful of guards that accompanied them moving without question as Loki stepped forwards daggers appearing as the temperature dropped around them.

She gasped softly around the bit they had placed in her mouth, tears springing to her eyes. Relief washing over her like a fresh wave of rain in the darkness. She thanked whatever gods had brought them here, to find her. Ever since that day, all she had strived for was to return home. Even if her love was no longer hers, she yearned for her bed, for the quiet of the forest in which she had been raised. 

To visit her mothers grave.

After being captured she had known pain and torture like no other. They bound her with black magic, collared her, gagged her beaten and used her. No one would want her now. Kaira was nearing the edge, the darkness building within her. A light flickered but went out and she had come to believe that this was it, she would never see home again, but when she had heard his voice, Thor, she had nearly wept. Perhaps the fates had not abandoned her yet.

When she was hauled out and offered as a gift she had been unable to look away. He was here. Loki. She had pulled at her binds, was pulled back and the magic bit into her, weakening her and reminding her of what they had done to her. She was ruined. Her eyes had dropped away from Thor’s, which had searched her face so earnestly. Questioning without words. Oh, Gods! She wanted to vanish, if they were to learn of what had happened!! 

“Darling…” an echo from the past and her eyes swept up meeting his blue and Kaira felt grief and happiness. He looked lost, but as his gaze swept down her she came to a realization.

He would kill them all. 

They would pay for every bruise, every scratch no matter how insignificant, he would see the fear erased from her very being no matter how long it took. 

He saw her flinch as he swept his arms out, daggers appearing as he stepped forwards, the men beside and surrounding her moving to defend the man that had suddenly become quiet.

"She is coming home."

#from darkness #loki odinson #ofc!kaira #one shot #avengers au

[dyanlzbb]

Bucky and the Toy Phone (3/3)

Character Pairing:  Bucky Barnes x OFC

Word Count:  2438

Warnings:  maybe jealousy. 

Tony had to throw a big party to celebrate the birth of his daughter. Well, he didn’t have to but he wanted to, and so he did.  Of course Pepper and Chiara told him not to do it. The new mother needed peace, serenity, and alone time with the baby. But Tony was Tony. At least he invited just their close friends.

And even inviting only the close friends, they were a lot of people in that party. All of the Avengers were there plus the Asgardians of the Galaxy who had taken a time off to congratulate Tony on his paternity. Loki included.

Bucky was talking animatedly to Steve and Sam, stealing glances to where Chiara was talking to Loki. To say that he wasn’t attractive would be lying. And Bucky had to endure Chiara talking to him. He didn’t like it. He didn’t like it that she was smiling. He didn’t like that she was patiently explaining things to him. He didn’t like that Loki was smiling back. His jaw was clenching almost painfully. But it was his fault of never making a move on Chiara, even when they have gone out together sometimes since that call from Ethan.

He wasn’t the only one not liking the scene. Ethan was watching his mother talking to another man, one he didn’t know, and one he didn’t want. So he took the toy phone and stomped angrily in front of Bucky. Sam and Steve found the matching expression of their faces amusing.

-          Call mommy. – He gave him the toy phone like the first time they met.

-          She is busy pal, I can’t call her now – as much as he wanted to interrupt the conversation between Chiara and Loki, he was not sure it was the wise thing to do.

-          Yes you call. I won like it.- The little boy was huffing. Somehow, he was jealous of Bucky, because his mother was paying attention to Bucky, but he liked Bucky as well. They had more time together and their relationship grew. Apart from Steve who was his hero, Bucky became that hero Ethan could count on.

Seeing the stern look on both, Steve chimed in half laughing half serious addressing Ethan, - Oh you mean, Loki. Yeah pal, I don’t like him either.

Obviously, Sam couldn’t let this chance either, and turned to Bucky, maybe then he could finally recognize his feelings and get the girl and the kid. –You gotta go man, claim your girl. Even Ethan wants that. In no time you will be his “daddy”.

But Bucky did nothing. His mind was working 200 km/h trying to decide what to do. Everyone was near and he didn’t want to attract their attention, but his blood was boiling seeing the smile on her lips addressed to Loki.

And Ethan… oh Ethan! He took matters into his tiny hands. Well, he didn’t know he was doing it, but he was certain that he didn’t like Loki next to his mommy. So he ran to her and jumped into her arms.  

Chiara took her child on her arms not looking away from Loki and continuing their conversation. Ethan needed to turn her attention to him and started to try and close her mouth and placing his little hands all over her face.

-Is this your child? It seems that he is impatient for your attention- Loki mentioned amused at the antics of the child who avoided his gaze. Although he was enjoying the conversation with the woman, he was now interested in the actions of the tiny human.

-Yes, he is – Chiara confirmed, then changed her tone to a sweeter one and addressed the boy – Ethan, say hi to Loki.-

The child moved his head from side to side not wanting to greet the man standing next to him. Then he pronounced the words that left Chiara speechless – Mommy… call daddy…-

She was beyond surprised. Ethan had never called anyone daddy, not that she know about. He had never met the other person biologically responsible of his birth, she was 100 percent sure. And she hadn’t had dates since she was busy with her job and Ethan himself.

As she was not moving, Ethan took out his toy phone and pressed all the buttons. Just like he had done before, he talked to the speaker and pronounced slow and openly “call Bucky”. And Chiara understood.

She turned slowly to see where Bucky was standing next to his friends and her heart started to beat rapidly. Ethan though about Bucky as his dad, even when Steve was his hero and he had every Iron Man merchandise Tony could provide, Bucky was his dad.

Loki also understood. He could recognize the jealousy on the child and of course, wanted to play a little with it. – I am afraid your… daddy… is occupied at the moment Ethan. Do you think I can be of assistance instead of… Bucky? – and Loki extended his arms, offering them to Ethan, knowing that his actions may infuriate the infant.

-          No, I want daddy, plis mommy. – He said burying his face further into his mother’s neck.

On the distance, Steve could hear the conversation taking place between Ethan and the others, and he was grinning widely. Ethan was forcing the stings, but judging from the astounded expression on Bucky, it worked.

Chiara excused herself with Loki, who had a mischievous grin while seeing the woman walk to where the supersoldiers were standing. On his way, Ethan turned away from her mother’s nec and showed his tongue to Loki, which only made him laugh out loud. Having such reaction out of the child turned the boring reunion better for him.

Bucky was speechless. He wanted to assure Chiara that he had not sent Ethan to interrupt her conversation with Loki, although he was happy that it had ended. And he was truly afraid. Ethan called him “daddy” and he was unsure he deserved such title. It was true that they had shared good times: sport games evenings, outings at the park on those rare occasions when Chiara had to work late; their weekly ice-cream reunion with Cap and Falcon; but being a dad, it was an enormous responsibility that he wasn’t sure he was able to perform. What he was truly dreading was that Chiara thinks that he is not the right man for the job, because he would like to be with Chiara and being Ethan’s dad, and perhaps having one or two more children. But he wasn’t ready to admit it even to himself.

-          Umph, Bucky… Ethan just… - Chiara tried to explain the situation knowing that he knew.

-          Yeah, I heard – Bucky interrupted.

-          I didn’t tell… - once again, Chiara tried to justify the behavior of Ethan.

-          I know…

It was an awkward conversation to have with everyone around and as much as they were having fun with the predicament the two adults were thrown into.

I think you have to sort out this family thing – Steve was as amused as any other with that dumb smile on his face. He could see the blushing on Chiara and Bucky’s face and took Ethan on his arms to allow the adults to talk.  Then hitting Sam on a friendly manner, he invited him to the other side of the room, not too far away that they couldn’t hear the conversation, but not too close to make them feel awkward.

-          Oh man, this kid has them around his little finger dancing to his tune. – Sam laughed knowing that there is no way they could end apart.  

Ethan lost interest in whatever his mom and dad were talking about, - Uncle Sam… we eat Ice-Cream? – And Sam laughed even louder yielding to the little boy’s will.

--

Pepper decided to check upon the party that Tony organized. She was beyond exhausted with Morgan being so little, but she just went to sleep and that gave her a small window to come and at least, say hi to some friends.  She reached out for Tony – What did I miss?

-          Well, we received some good gifts for Morgan, some for you… none for me, but I will recover from it, and oh, apparently Ethan appointed Bucky as his dad, which everyone had already discussed except for Chiara and Bucky. After playing the jealous card with Loki, over there, Ethan managed to get Bucky and Chiara to confess and now they are making arrangements to officially date.

As expected, Pepper was not surprised at all at the news, she just turned to see a calm soirée, calmer than she imagined. She noticed how Bucky and Chiara were talking oblivious to the party in one side, then Steve and Sam entertaining Ethan and some other people around.  - So everything is under control then? Ok, I am going back to sleep with Morgan. – Pepper kissed Tony’s cheek, grabbed a sandwich and went to the stairs leaving him alone.

Yep, everything is going well. – Tony closed the night taking another drink.

#bucky barnes x ofc #bucky barnes x single!mom #dad!bucky barnes

[justthehiddleswrites]

Destiny Has Other Plans | Loki x OFC (Alexis Randall) | Prologue

Pairing: Loki x OFC

Summary: When Loki goes to ask his father for permission to marry, he is shocked to discover his destiny has already been made for him.  He is already betrothed to Sjofn, the daughter of the King of Vanaheim.  An arranged marriage to bring the two kingdoms closer together and strengthen the bond.  Never mind that Sjofn and Loki can’t stand each other.  

After The Battle of New York, Loki is sent to live at Avengers Tower as punishment for his misdeeds.  But it doesn’t mean he has to like it.   A year later, he has adjusted to life on Midgard but has avoided any romantic or emotional entanglements, still bitter over his lost love.  Dr. Alexis Randall is skilled at helping others fix their relationships as a couple therapist, but can’t help her own love life.  A chance encounter with Loki in a dive bar has life altering consequences for both of them.  Now, Alexis and Loki must figure out a way to co-habit without killing each other in the process, plus navigating impending parenthood and other roadblocks along the way.

Warnings: Arranged Marriage, Forced Marriage, Pregnancy, Unplanned Pregnancy, Smut, Angst,  Semi-Public Sex, Mentions of law enforcement, Oral Sex, Cursing, Vaginal Sex

Taglists are Open, please let me know if you wish to be added.  

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“Your daughter seems quite taken with Loki.” Odin leaned over the side of his throne to comment to Freyr. The two glanced down at the two babies playing on the polished floor on the throne room in Vanaheim. The diplomatic trip had quickly devolved into a family reunion.

Freyr turned to smile at his cousin. “I was about to say the same thing to you about your young prince.”

Vanaheim and Asgard, although related by blood, shared a tenuous relationship. Wars plagued their history and more men, and women, had died than either king would like to admit. The two kings shared a knowing glance.

“Are you suggesting what I think you are, Freyr?” Odin smirked.

“I have suggested nothing.” The other king smiled.

“Perhaps our kingdoms could strengthen their bond through those two.” Odin stated.

“I’m listening.”

Frigga overheard the kings speaking in hushed tones. Gerth, Freyer’s wife, noticed as well how the two men gestured at the two babies. Frigga hoped Loki and Sjofn would become friends and companions, as they were both royal heirs to two of the most powerful kingdoms within the Nine Realms. She feared Odin’s wish was more diplomatic and more destructive.

“I do not like how our husbands seem to be speaking of the young ones.” Frigga leaned to whisper to Gerth.

Gerth furrowed her brow. “I agree. You don’t believe they would—”

Odin stood and knocked his specter against the hard floor. The sound echoed throughout the entire cavernous hall.

“The prince and the princess shall be wed upon the coming of age of young Sjofn, uniting the kingdoms of Vanaheim and Asgard!”

Freyr beamed next to Odin, soon standing to join him. The men clapped themselves on the shoulders, quite pleased with themselves as their wives gazed upon them horrified.

“Dear husband,” Frigga weaved her arm with Odin. “don’t you think it would be wise to not rush our son into an arranged marriage. Vanaheim and Asgard are at peace.”

“Do you question my judgment, Frigga? Yes, there is peace now, but its foundation is weak and unstable. Any slight could send us into another war. A war that would cost us the lives of many Asgardians.”

“I do not question you, Odin. I merely caution against toying with the affections of our sons and his future when he is not even old enough to voice opposition, let alone able to walk away from such an arrangement.”

Odin scoffed. “You fret over the boy. I am certain he will come to love the girl as much as I have learned to love.”

He kissed Frigga’s cheek. A peal of laughter cut the tension in the room, as Gerth argued with Freyr a few steps away. Four heads snapped to see Loki blowing kisses with his tiny chubby hand. Sjofn giggled each time, rocking as she sat.

“See?” Freyr gestured to the two of them. “They are already bonding. When will you women learn that we know best? Come Odin, I am in need of some fresh air and to stretch my legs. Leave our wives to coddle and fret over the babes.”

Odin laughed and followed Freyr out of the room, pleased the both of them. Frigga and insert crossed their arms.

“I will learn to listen when you actually do know what is best when it comes to matters of the heart.” Frigga scooped up Loki to cuddle him. “My darling son, I hope you find your true love, despite Father’s best efforts to prevent that.”

A Half Millennium Later

“Sjofn!” Loki called for her attention. Sjofn glanced up from her book with a look of annoyance.

“Yes?” Her voice dripped with disdain, uncharacteristic for someone so young.

“Check this out.” Loki twisted his hands and transformed himself into a snake for a few moments before returning to his Aesir form. “Pretty cool, right?”

“Hm.” Sjofn mumbled before returning to her studies.

Loki pressed his arms against his hips, huffing. “I would like to see you try.”

Sjofn waved one hand, holding her book with the other, and turned Loki into a snake, and then a frog, and then a squirrel, before returning him to his normal form. Loki stood before her, stunned. She giggled at the dumbfounded expression.

“What?” Her lips curled into a smile. “I’ve been doing that spell before I could walk.” Loki’s mouth dropped open. “Oh, I’m sorry, did you just learn that?” Sjofn pushed back her soft brown hair from her eyes. “That’s so cute.”

“It’s not cute. I am a powerful sorcerer.” Loki’s voice holding a twinge of a whine.

“Yes, it is cute. It’s adorable.” Sjofn set her book down and stomped toe to toe with Loki. Even though she was older, Loki stood a full head taller than her. “In fact, it is hilarious you fancy yourself a powerful sorcerer.”

Loki stared into her light blue eyes. If he wasn’t so incensed, the mischief reflecting in her eyes would amuse him.

“Are you insinuating I’m not?” Loki puffed himself to his full height.

Sjofn resisted the urge to roll her eyes. She was no stranger to young boys and men trying to impress her. Her friends said they wished to catch her eye and win her heart, her hand in marriage, and all the power and prestige that goes with it.

“I will never marry.” Sjofn declared as she repeated the exchange to her mother over dinner that night. Her father was absent on a diplomatic trip.

“A funny statement coming from the goddess of relationships and love.” Gerth chuckled.

“I have not assumed my duties yet. Besides, who says I must wed in order fulfill those duties.”

“True.” Gerth smiled slyly. She had once said the same things to her mother. How quickly things changed when it came to matters of love. “But do not discard away things until you have experienced it.”

Sjofn rolled her eyes but said nothing.

“I am insinuating nothing. I am flat out saying it. You are not a powerful sorcerer. We teach these spells to Vanir toddlers.”

Loki’s face flitted between crestfallen and furious. “Not all of us are naturally gifted. Some of us have to work at our craft.”

Sjofn spun on her heels, the tips of her hair brushing against Loki’s chest. “Perhaps if you spent as much time studying and practicing your craft as you did on drinking, pranks, and romancing the young maidens, you would be the sorcerer you claim to be.”

Loki yelled in frustration. “You are impossible. There is no pleasing you.”

“Who says I need to be pleased?” She resumed prone position on the sofa.

Loki stalked towards her, his hips swayed. “Everyone desires pleasure, dove. Have you not read that in your books?”

Sjofn’s cheeks burned as Loki gazed down at her. He licked his lips, teasing. “Perhaps you need the right teacher.”

“You?!? I would rather kiss a snake.”

“That can be arranged.”

Sjofn stood up and stormed away. “I do not understand why our families insist on these little get-togethers. It is clear we have nothing in common.”

Loki laughed. “Well, you’re wrong. Because I agree with you about that, so we have that in common.”

“Good then, you stay out of my way and I will stay out of yours.”

“That is the first smart thing you have ever said to me.” The two parted ways.

With each visit to either world, the only feeling that grew between the two of them was disdain. Sjofn delighted in dressing down Loki, mocking his magic skills. Loki, meanwhile, taunted Sjofn at every turn. He enjoyed watching her pale skin reddened at his lewd comments. They hated the forced interactions but said nothing to their parents for fear of any reprisal.

Yet Another Half Millennium Later

The moment Sigrun entered the court, she captivated Loki. Word soon spread that the young prince sought to court the fair-haired maiden. The other young suitors backed off. Without the official blessing of the King, it forced Loki and Sigrun to court in secret. A horribly kept secret, but secret just the same. As the years passed, everyone in the palace expected an announcement regarding their betrothal at every ball or palace dinner. But no announcement was made. Loki and Sigrun grew more bold in their couplings.

“My prince.” Sigrun giggled. “They will find us.”

Loki nipped at her swollen lips. His entire body pressed hers against the cold stone of the pillar in the palace hallway. “That makes it all the much better. The thrill of being caught.” Loki’s cock strained against his leather pants. His hips bucking against her. She let loose a soft whimper.

“Loki…” she moaned as her hands tugged at his pants, struggling to free him. “I need you.”

Loki kissed her hard, his tongue demanding. Her hands freed him as Loki rucked up her skirt.

“My darling, Sigrun.” Loki cooed. “And I need you.”

As he plunged himself into her, Sigrun gasped, her head hitting the hard stone pillar.

“Yes, my love.” she moaned.

Loki snapped hard against her. “That’s it. Mold around my cock, sweet dove. You are so wet.”

Loki grabbed Sigrun’s leg, hooking it around his waist.

“Please Loki.” Sigrun pleaded as her orgasm drew close. “I need to…”

“Come undone for me, my sweet.” Loki adjusted his body to thrust deep into her, hitting that sweet spot.

Sigrun’s nails dug into Loki’s shoulders as she came. Her walls clenched around Loki. He soon followed her, spilling into her. Loki pressed his forehead against her.

He kissed her sweetly. “I love you, Sigrun.” Loki smoothed back her disheveled golden curls.

Her arms wrapped around her neck, burying her head into the crook. “And I love you.”

Loki’s heart swelled. “Then be mine. For always.”

Sigrun pulled back, staring at Loki in shock.

“Are you asking—”

“Marry me.” Loki’s nose nudged along her cheek, pecking along the smooth skin. “Be my wife.”

“But what of your father, he would need to approve of the union?” Her brows knitted together.

Loki’s lips pressed where the frown lines marred Sigrun’s face. “Leave Odin to me. Now is the answer yes?”

Sigrun hugged him tight. “Yes, yes, of course I will marry you.” She hopped in place.

Loki smiled down at her. “I will speak to him tonight after dinner.” He kissed her one more time. “I will come for you and we will celebrate properly. In my bedchambers.”

Sigrun shivered in anticipation. “Yes, my prince.”

Loki groaned. “You know what that does to me, sweet.” His hands fisted her dress. “I shall have to take you again, if you continue to speak in such a manner.”

Sigrun giggled. “I shall keep that in mind. But if I am gone much longer, they will notice my absence.” She did her best to straighten her hair and clothes and kissed his cheek. “Until tonight, my love.”

Loki’s hand held hers as she walked away, his fingers slipping away when she stepped out of range. He smiled, focused on her until she disappeared from sight.

-

“Absolutely not. I can not approve of this union.” Odin retorted cooly from his throne to Loki, who stood before him.

“Why not?” he hissed through gritted teeth. “Lady Sigrun is of noble blood. Her family is favored within the palace. I should think it would please you to see me settling down.” Loki lowered his voice. “Unlike Thor.”

“Your brother’s love life has no relevance in this matter. Lady Sigrun is a fine match.” Odin gripped his specter tighter, expecting a fight. “Just not for you.”

“And again I ask, why not?” Loki quickly grew more infuriated by the second.

“You are already betrothed.”

Loki blinked in disbelief. “I don’t recall proposing to another. Tell me, Father, who am I set to…” Loki’s face narrowed in realization. “… It’s Sjofn. What have you done, Father?!”

“Joined two kingdoms. Strengthened our rule.”

“By promising me to a woman I barely know?!”

“Because you choose not to learn anything about her! Sjofn will be your wife when she comes of age. That is the end of the discussion.”

Tears welled in Loki’s eyes. “And I get no say in the matter?! While Thor is allowed to whore around with whoever he chooses?”

“Has anyone stopped you from seeking the comfort of whatever young maiden caught your eye?”

“ Thor may marry for love, I can not?”

“Precisely. Your mother and I were not a love match. I imagine you too can learn to love Sjofn in time. And I expect you to behave on their next trip here in the coming weeks.”

“And if I don’t?” Loki spat out the words. If he dared, he would strike Odin. Hot tears stung his eyes. “If I refuse to marry her?”

Odin sighed. He had hoped Loki would approach the whole matter with a calm and collected manner. “You would be banished. For the good of the Nine Realms.”

Loki huffed before spinning on his heel. “Well, we wouldn’t want something as insignificant as your son’s happiness to interfere with the good of the Realm. Would we?” He slammed the door behind him, stomping off to his chambers.

He did not call for Sigrun that night. Or the next. Or even the next. Finally, on the fourth day, he sent a note indicating he no longer wished to marry her. Loki cruelly gave no further explanation, believing it would be better if Sigrun thought he rejected her rather than the truth.

-

“Why must I go to Asgard, Father?” Sjofn whined as her maids packed her luggage for the weeklong stay.

“Because it is your duty as my daughter to entertain other kingdoms.” Freyr sighed.

These trips between Vanaheim and Asgard tired both him and Sjofn. While Freyr and Odin hoped frequent contact between the two would spark something. They had not planned on that something being contempt.

Sjofn delighted in insulting Loki, particularly his magic prowess. While Loki ignored Sjofn entirely, his eye wandered to the nearest young maiden instead.

“Then why must I spend the trip entertaining Loki? Couldn’t I hang out with Sif or even Thor instead? Loki is such a bore.” Sjofn rolled her eyes and flopped down on her bed, hair crowning her head. “Or better yet, can we just tell them I am sick and unable to travel? I would much rather stay and be with my friends. People whose company I enjoy.”

Freyr’s patience gave out. “ENOUGH!!” Sjofn jolted upright. “You will accompany me to Asgard and I don’t want to hear another word about it!”

Gerth came alongside Freyr, placing her hand on his arm. His shoulders relaxed at the touch. “Tell her, darling. She has a right to know.”

Freyr nodded as Sjofn panicked.

“Tell me what? What have you done, Father?” She stood and walked towards her father, suspicious.

Freyr cleared his throat, tugging his tunic straight. “You’re old enough to know, but learn to like Loki, your future happiness depends on it.”

“Why?” Her head cocked to the side.

“Because you are promised to him.” Freyr winced for the outburst.

Those words hung in the air heavy as Freyr’s voice bounced off the walls of Sjofn’s bedchamber. She stumbled back as if shot until the backs of her legs hit her bed and she fell onto it. She muttered unintelligible gibberish.

“What did you do?” she hissed, narrowing her at her father, the king.

Hiding his fear of what his daughter might do, Fryer pulled to his full height and puffed out his chest. “I did what I needed to do to strengthen and protect our kingdom. An alliance with the Asgardians only benefits us?”

“By selling away your daughter’s heart and happiness?” Sjofn growled, her voice growing louder by the minute.

“By making a strategic relationship decision beneficial to all of us.” He stepped back and Sjofn rose to her feet.

“ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME?!” Sjofn screeched. “I am not marrying Loki! I do not love him.”

“Since when does love have any sort of place in marriage?! You will not speak to me that way!” Freyr fired back. “I am not only the king of Vanaheim, but your father. I demand respect!”

Tears streamed down Sjofn’s face. “Respect is earned, Father! Never demanded! How could you? To your own daughter?!” She collapsed upon the bed, sobbing.

Freyr stood silent for a moment, sharing a glance with Gerth. “We leave in the morning. I expect you to be ready on time.” He turned on his heel and left Gerth in the room to comfort Sjofn.

Gerth sighed, sitting on the edge of the bed, rubbing her daughter’s back.

“Your father means well.”

“Did you know, Mother?” she snapped back.

Gerth nodded sadly. “Frigga and I tried to convince Odin and your father to reconsider. Allow you and Loki to grow to like each other naturally. To see if a love match could be made. But you know how it is when your father makes up his mind.”

Sjofn chuckled through her tears. “You would have better luck trying to capture the morning light in a jar.”

Gerth smiled. “Indeed. Is Loki really all that bad?”

Sjofn harumped to sit next to her mother, wiping away her tears. “He is arrogant, smug, and conceited. Loki cares more about what is between a woman’s legs than between her ears.” She sniffled, wiping her nose with the back of her hand.

“You seem to be awfully perceptive about a man you despise.” Gerth couldn’t resist commenting, earning an eye roll.

“I only notice because it is impossible to ignore.”

“Whatever you say.” She kissed her forehead. “I will make your excuses for dinner, but you will have to travel tomorrow.”

Sjofn nodded, the tears threatening to fall once again.

“Try to find the positive of the situation.” Gerth commented before rising to leave. “Perhaps Loki is not the cad you make him out to be.”

“Yes, mother.”

Sjofn waited until she was certain her mother had left before hurling her pillow at the door.

“Fat fucking chance.”

-

Loki noticed Sjofn’s puffy and bloodshot eyes the next morning as he waited to receive her and her father.

“Have you been crying after me, darling?” His voice sounded sincere, but his smirk betrayed his true intentions.

Sjofn snapped back, in no mood to tangle with him. “Do not flatter yourself. If you must know, I was informed we are to wed.”

“Unhappy news indeed. I am afraid I was informed as well of our intended betrothal. Allow me to put your mind at ease, I have no intentions of marrying you.”

“Did you think I would marry you?! I knew you were arrogant, I did not realize you were stupid too.” Sjofn sneered.

Loki grabbed her and pulled her close. “Keep your voice down. I have plans already in motion to ensure my father no longer wields his power over me or any other subject. I would suggest we go along with this ruse until my plans are complete. Then you will be free to marry or not.”

“What exactly did you have in mind?”

Loki only smiled in response.

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Loki/OFC one shot

Rated M: Angst, tooth rotting fluff, love, some light smut, 

Summary:  Laek is a healer from Alfheim sent to Asgard to train under Eir. She is lonely on so alien a world, with no one to talk to and all her dreams of adventure on hold. When she begins to receive gifts from a secret source, she cannot begin to imagine who has left them, or why.

**Set before the events of Thor I, when Loki was still a sweet (if mischievous) untraumatized soul.

I have been feeling a bit blue this weekend, and wanted to write something angsty and tooth-achingly sweet. This was the result. I hope you like it!!!

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She did not belong here. The thought echoed like a silent scream through Laek's mind, try as she might to suppress it. Looking around her, at this strange world she'd been thrust into, it was all she could do not to weep. Laek knew she was being self indulgent and melodramatic, but she could not seem to help herself. What, after all, was a young woman like herself, born and raised to heal the injuries of men and gods, doing in a realm that celebrated war?

All around her, men and women dressed in armor, encased in and carrying the steel that was designed to do harm to one another. The air filled with the clang of weapons on a constant basis, accompanied by cries as blade edges found their homes in flesh. Even wielded as they were here in practice, mistakes were bound to be made, injuries acquired. They celebrated scars here, badges of honor for the noble race that elevated all that she had been raised to strive against.

It was not that she was a pacifist. Laek knew that there were things worth fighting for, causes that she would die to defend. It was just that the level of worship here accorded brute strength, the ability to maim and kill, was out of all proportion to her mind. Surely, surely, she thought, there were other skills of equal value.

She had been brought here to train in her arts, for it was on Asgard that the Goddess Eir, worshiped above all by healers such as herself, resided. It made sense, in its way. Where else would she be more needed than on this barbaric world. And Laek was learning much and more from the blessed Goddess. Her own powers and knowledge were still green, if great in latent strength. Laek was the strongest natural healer to be born to her people in generations, but at just 700 years old she had much still to learn. It was thought that 100 years under the watchful eye of Eir would be exactly what was needed to nurture her gift. 100 years. She had been here for one month, and already she wanted to throw herself off the much vaunted rainbow bridge to escape.

It would be easier, she often thought, if she didn't look so different on top of all else. She was smaller than most of these Asgardians, both in height and body mass, and her clothing was soft and flowing rather than hard and protective. Her pale gold hair she kept long, after the fashion of her Alfar people, braided across her temples and tied with ribbon woven through. Under a high brow, her wide, tilted eyes shaded different colors, from gold to green to crystal, depending on her mood, an embarrassment to her now that she found them so often a cloudy grey that gave away her discontent.

Laek was not mistreated, of course. Eir and her acolytes were kind to her, in their fashion. But the Goddess was old, dry, and set in her ways. The All Mother, Frigga, had pulled her aside upon her arrival in a most kindly manner, telling Laek that her door was always open, should the young healer need to talk. Occasionally she had thought of taking her up on that offer, but in truth she was more than a little intimidated by the regal Goddess that ruled Asgard at her husband's side, and her courage had failed her every time. Odin himself flat out terrified her, as did their two sons, the golden Thor and the sleek, dark but pale Loki. She watched them, but never dared approach.

And so Laek spent her time in a somber routine. In the mornings she would rise, bathe, dress, and report to the infirmary. Once there, she would spend the early half of the day tending to the sick and injured, attending on Eir and absorbing as much knowledge as she could at the healer's side. In the afternoon, she would head to the library, where all of the written knowledge of all 9 realms was stored in the pages of books and scrolls, a collection that had no rival in any universe. She would loose herself there for hours in reading, studying healing or simply learning about the customs and practices of other places, places she longed in her secret, adventurer's heart to see for herself one day.

She ate her meals at the end of a table in the great feast hall, alone amidst a sea of strangers. At night, she retired to her chambers to an early rest, often walking in the moonlit garden beneath her rooms, where she could pretend for a moment that she were home and at peace.

It was in the library one afternoon, in the beginning of her second month, that the first token appeared. She had found her eyes glazing over as she studied a text on blood transfusions, and in an attempt to rouse her mind had gotten up and wandered to the section that contained dwarfish riddles, pulling a book at random to bring back to her seat.

When she returned to her bench, her breath caught in her chest. There, lying atop the open tome that had so sedated her, was a pale blue crystal. The stone, smooth to the touch and oval in shape, had a pure clarity that made the sparkling fire at its depth shine so brightly it looked like the evening star. Laek had seen many such stones in her time, for they came from her home, from Alfheim, but never one so perfect, so incandescent.

Dropping the riddle book, she had picked it up with trembling hands, and then, unable to do anything else, had run to her rooms, thrown herself on her bed and wept, clutching it to her breast. It was home, a talisman of all that she missed in this strange land.

She had asked the next day, in a shy, anxious voice, if the librarian on duty had seen where it had come from, who had left it. In response, she had gotten a terse "no" and a lecture on leaving her books unshelved when she was finished with them.

Eight days later, she had been walking in the garden as the first stars rose, blue stone secreted into her pocket so she could feel it cool against her hand. When she reached her favorite bench where she always stopped to gaze up at an unobstructed view of the heavens through a circle of elder trees, she found a flower. Placed carefully in the exact center of the bench, it was a perfect red rose, a flower that she had only read of until then. It grew on neither Asgard nor Alfheim, but was prized on Midgard for its beauty. She raised it to her nose and inhaled the lovely aroma, a soft smile coming to her lips.

After the rose, it had been a snowflake, perfectly preserved between two pieces of glass found in her cubby in the healer's quarters. Larger than any she had ever seen, she knew it could only come from Jotunheim, home of the fearsome Frost Giant. How anyone could have gotten it, let alone why they would have left it for her was a mystery she couldn't begin to explain. Still, the gesture touched her deeply. Someone had noticed her, other than to sneer or pity. Someone was being kind. She only wished she knew who it was.

Laek began to hope for the small tokens, to take greater note of her surroundings in case some small item were to be slipped in. It was a good thing, too, as she could easily have injured herself had she accidentally sat on the twisted puzzle box made of small metal daggers that had obviously come from Nidavellir. She spent all that night unlocking it, to find a bright green gem set on a silver chain within.

The tokens made Laek's life exciting again. Oh, she knew how pathetic that sounded, but she didn't care. She had a friend, even if they didn't make themselves known to her. Every time she searched the area where a gift was deposited, there was the same result. No one had seen anything. No trace was to be found of the person who had left them.

When they stopped, she was devastated. Three weeks went by, and there was nothing. Not in any of the places she frequented. As time went on and no further offerings of friendship appeared, Laek grew despondent. Perhaps whoever it was had found a new game, a new way to pass the time that did not involve the strange Liosalfar who was all alone on Asgard. On the day that marked a month passing with no new token, Laek begged off early from the infirmary, pleading fatigue of her own, and returned to her quarters. She knew it was silly to feel so bereft, but she could not help it.

She was aware something was wrong the moment she opened the door to her outer chamber and her eyes shifted to amber. She had magic deep within her, at her very core. A warding over her rooms, her sanctuary, was a automatic outcrop of that magic. She could tell beyond a shadow of doubt when someone had breached that warding, no matter how subtle the magic the intruder had used. Tiptoeing silently, she made her way towards her bedroom, where a quiet rustling could be heard. Opening the door, her eyes went to a figure standing over her bed.

"Frjosa!" she said, arm twisting out towards the intruder, who instantly froze in place.

With a pounding heart, Laek pushed door the rest of the way open and gaped in stunned disbelief. There, next to her bed, was the frozen form of Loki, Prince of Asgard, Odinson. She had caught him just raising his head, his green eyes wide with surprise as the spell hit him. His hair, dark and straight, brushed against the collar of his green tunic ornamented with gold. One elegant, long fingered hand was extended towards her pillow, and in it was grasped a rolled up piece of parchment tied with a green ribbon.

"What in all the Nine?" Laek said allowed, staring at the frozen prince.

Why would he be in her room? It made sense in one way, only a strong sorcerer would have been able to break her wards and enter. She knew he was known for his mischief, had he had some prank in mind to play on the unsuspecting foreigner thrust into their midst? With his mastery of magic, he could pull any number of tricks on her.

Shaking her head in confusion, Laek made a small motion with her fingers, and unfroze his body, still, however, containing him within a parameter of limited space.

"My Lady," he gasped, a flush of red suffusing his cheeks. "I pray, forgive me my intrusion."

"You," she said, stupidly.

"I am Loki," he told her, sketching a courtly bow.

"Yes, I know," she replied with a little laugh, feeling her eyes shade to blue as she blushed. He was royalty and handsome as sin, she could hardly not know who he was. "I am Laek of Alfheim. But I suppose you know that, since you are in my room."

"I do," he admitted with a small nod of his head. "Again, a thousand apologies for my trespass."

"But why are you trespassing?" she asked, tilting her head as she stared at his handsome frame. She could feel his magic pulsing from him, attempting to find a chink in the stasis field she had him trapped in. Only in her own chambers would she be able to confine one as strong as he she knew.

"I don't suppose you would believe this is a shortcut to the armory?" he asked with a devastating smile.

"Through my bedroom? I think not."

"Ah, well then."

"What is that you have in your hand?" she demanded, noticing how he was attempting to hide it behind his back.

"Nothing," he said shortly, blushing again.

"It is not nothing!" she approached him warily, as one would a cornered animal. She knew he could do no magic, not bound as she had him, but that did not mean he could not use physical strength should she come too close. Against that, she had no defense unless she chose to freeze him again, and such a course would not yield the answers she sought.

"Your magic work is commendable," he praised her, sending a spark of something warm shooting through her. "Normally I could break a spell such as this in a matter of seconds, but your construction is seamless."

"You are in my nest," she shrugged, inching closer. "It is the way of our kind to protect our homes."

"Perhaps you could teach me," he smiled again, unleashing a lethal charm for one so young. She felt her own lips begin to tilt up, struggled to get them under control.

"Perhaps," she said non-committaly. "Once I know your intentions."

With speed that she knew surprised others not of her race, Laek's hand shot out and snatched the scroll from his hand. He made an unconscious noise of protest, but she had it out of his reach before he could grab it back. Was it a spell, she wondered? Some joke he sought to play on her? Biting her lower lip, she untied the ribbon and unscrolled the crackly parchment.

Her eyes widened with shock as she read the words written in an ornate, ancient hand. It was Vanir in origin and dialect, but the words were not a sorcerous incantation, but rather a poem; a rather romantic, lyrical poem set in a forest by night.

"I meant to be gone before you found that," he stammered. "I had no wish to embarrass you."

"You!" she breathed, realization hitting her. "You are the one who left all the tokens for me!"

Her left hand dipped into her pocket to grasp the blue stone, while her right flew to the green gem around her neck. Her eyes flicked to her bedside table, where the rose stood in a crystal bud vase next to the pressed snow.

"I did," he admitted, not meeting her eyes. "I ran out of locations to leave them for you. You go so few places. It took me weeks to breach your warding and make my way in here. I never expected you to return so soon. It is not your normal habbit."

He was babbling, she realized. As though he were the nervous one.

"Why?" she asked, at last. "Why leave them for me?"

"You seemed so lonely," he said, arms coming across his chest and head ducking down defensively. "Always by yourself, not really fitting in here. It caught my attention."

"It did?"

"Yes," he said softly. "I know a bit what that is like. Let us say, it piqued my curiosity. An easy thing to do, in truth. I watched you often in the library. I spend a portion of most days there. Tracked what you read. It seemed you had a desire to see the worlds."

"I do," she admitted. "I always have."

"I know a bit about that too. I know of course that you are here for study, and what a demanding teacher Eir can be. I trained under her for a century or so myself you see. I thought, if you could not go to the world, perhaps the world, or a small representation of it, could come to you."

"A stone from Alfheim, a snowflake from Jotunheim, a puzzle and gem from Nidavellir, a rose from Midgard, and a poem from Vaniheim. You went to all of those places? Found these things?"

"I did," he said, as though it were nothing. "It is easy enough if you know how. I admit, I was stumped as to what I would do when I reached Helheim on my list. Even I might have difficulty breaking in and out of there."

"Again, why?" she asked, staring at him with wonder. "It must have been so difficult. Why go to all that trouble? You might have just talked to me."

"I like a challenge," he said proudly, lifting his chin. After a moment though, his eyes dropped. "And I did not know if such an overture would be accepted. I am not... well liked or understood on Asgard."

"That makes two of us," she laughed, a bit breathlessly.

"I suppose it does," he replied, chuckling himself. "My dear Laek, do you think you might undo the stasis barrier? While it is causing me no physical distress, the wound to my pride is nigh on unbearable."

"Of course!" she said at once, moving her hand in a lateral swipe that dissolved magic.

"Thank you," he said with a deep breath of relief.

"I liked the gifts," she told him quietly, suddenly feeling shy now that he was free.

"Did you?" he asked, stepping towards her.

"They are all that has made these past months bearable on this planet."

"You are all that has made the past months bearable," he said, gazing into her eyes in a way that made her breath catch. "Before you arrived, I was miserable. Nothing changed, everyone was the same. Then you appeared, and I couldn't breath. I wanted... needed to know you."

"Me?" she she breathed in awe.

"You. Have you no idea how beautiful you are? And then to discover you were smart as well, gifted in magic, and curious to boot? For the first time in centuries there was someone in this accursed realm besides my mother who I thought I might understand. Who I wanted to know. To know in so many ways."

"You could have said hello," she said, feeling far out of her depth as he stood so near to her, took her hand in his.

"I could have," he said. "I chose not to. Can you forgive me?"

"Yes," she said simply, willing in that moment to forgive him any sin.

"Will you let me kiss you?" it was the uncertainty in his voice that touched her the most. He honestly didn't know if she would allow it.

"Yes," she said again, transfixed.

He was slow, gentle. His lips touched hers softly at first, brushing against her like silk. When she tilted her head towards him, he sighed into the kiss and gently lapped against her lips with his tongue. Laek opened her mouth willingly to him, inviting him to explore, to taste her. His arm came around her waist and pulled her flush against him as her fingers fanned out over his chest. He at last pulled away from her, leaving little nipping kisses on her lower lip as he did.

"Minn svass,"  he murmured as he gazed at her. "Your eyes are crystal."

Laek blushed crimson. She could tell from his smug voice that he knew what crystal meant. Her truest color. She wanted him. Wanted him desperately.

"Do not be embarrassed, sweetheart," he smiled. "Mine would be too."

As he took a step away from her, her eyes drifted downward and she saw the proof of his words, tenting his trousers.

"I would not disrespect you," he told her in a rough voice. "Would court you as your station deserves."

Laek bit her lower lip, struggling for words, always a problem for her when her emotions ran high.

"Could you not disrespect me just for one day?" she asked at last, flashing him a nervous smile.

A slow, wide grin spread over Loki's face as he stepped back towards her, pulled her into his embrace.

"I can do that," he practically growled at her.

He was kissing her then with a newfound ferocity, claiming her mouth, her neck, anywhere he could find flesh. Her hands fumbled at the hem of his tunic, and he raised his arms to help her pull it off. Her dress quickly followed, and he tumbled her down onto the obliging mattress just inches away.

"So beautiful," he groaned, eyes wandering her body where she lay naked before him. "Delicate as a flower and all for me."

"Loki," she panted as he devested himself of his trousers and stood before her in all his glorious nakedness.

She guided him into her, sweet and wet and open to his invasion. Her slim legs rose to wrap themselves around his hips as he buried himself within her walls. He had wanted her for so long, the beautiful, alien woman who had captured his interest from first glance. The reality was even more perfect than he had imagined. She was soft yet supple, molding around him as he thrust within her. He could feel the magic that was part of her very being, and it mingled with his own in a way that made their coupling more intimate than he had ever known it could be. When he felt her walls clamp down around him, felt his own release pump warm and strong inside her, filling her, it was with an intensity he had never experienced before. He cried out her name, almost as though in prayer, heard his own name called back with equal urgency and bliss.

When at last they could breath again without panting, Laek lay cradled in Loki's arms, head resting on his slim, muscular chest. One of his hands toyed lightly with the stone around her neck, and she smiled at the thought of him finding it for her.

"Promise me," he said to her, "that you will wear this always."

"I promise," she told him without hesitation.

"Tomorrow I begin to court you officially," he reminded her.

"I look forward to it," she smiled at him with a dreamy smile. The smile faded after a moment as her crystal eyes sought his green. "Loki, I have been so lonely."

"Think not on that, love," he told her, covering her with his body. "I am with you now, and you will never have to be alone again."

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