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ladylovesloki · 2 years

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Hello! Could you write about a female reader who is plus sized that shamed themselves Infront of Loki? Maybe smut ?

My first request!! So exciting!

Thank you so much for the ask! I hope you like it!

Title: The Second Princess

Pairings: Loki X Plus Sized Reader

Warnings: Language, Smut, possible trigger for eating disorder (nothing graphic just slight mention of starving one self.)

You were the second princess of Alfheim.

Your sister the crowned princess was beautiful, funny and had the thin figure of all of the Alfheim ladies.

You on the other hand…

You knew you had a pretty face, you and your sister were spitting images of your beautiful mother. But you constantly heard you would be just as beautiful as your sister if you lost your additional weight. Or you would be so pretty if you were thinner.

All it did was make you eat more.

And as the second princess your responsibilities were minimal. You didn’t have to worry about being a Queen one day. You knew that eventually your father would set up some political marriage that brings some kind of benefit to Alfheim and then your job would be birthing babies..probably gaining more weight..

You used to do some exercises with some of the court ladies, go for longer walks around the palace or on the palace lands outside. But every time you heard an off handed comment about your weight it always set you back.

Your father never cared, he never mentioned it. But your mother?..oooff..Mother would constantly badger you about losing weight.

She would say to you, “your father will never be able to find you someone to marry, unless you want to be betrothed to the king of Muspelheim!”. Or, “we need to tell the cooks to make less food for you if we want you to be fitter by next feast.”

After hearing it all these years, you start to believe it.

So you stop your exercises and you ignore your mothers instructions. In fact you would eat more just to spite her.

Who wants to be married to some stuffy prince anyway? All the ones you had met have been so boring and they think they know everything!! Always talk about duty and battle..blah blah blah!

You were over it. You didn’t want to be someone’s broodmare. The idea of just being used to continue someone’s lineage makes you ill. You wanted to be loved. You wanted to have your children out of love. But you don’t believe that that is your destiny…

So here you are again, getting fitted for a new gown for a feast on another realm. You were actually excited this time because you were all going to Asgard, the realm eternal. You personally had never been there, you think your mother didn’t want to be embarrassed by you.

“Suck it in girl!” You hear your mother yell while she’s watching the seamstress get the measurements for your new gown.

“I am mother. If I suck it in anymore I’m going to pass out..”

“Hush, you’re just being dramatic.”

You look down at the seamstress and she gives you a soft smile. Even though your mother was often cruel to you, the people around the palace were kind to you. They frequently saw your mother speak to you harshly so they would always find ways to bring up your spirits.

“We are going to Asgard girl! If we have any hope of finding you a husband it will be there! Most of the princes from all of the realms are invited to go to Thor’s name day feast!”

“I know mother..”

“Do you? It doesn’t look like you do.”

You look down, “I’m trying mother.”

“Hmm. We shall see.”

She leaves the room after she’s satisfied with the fitting, afterwards you run outside to the stables and take out your horse. You ride to your favorite spot and place out a blanket, listening to the creek a few feet away from you. You lean your head back against the tree you were sitting in front of and close your eyes enjoying the peace. And then you hear the sound of a horse approaching. Your sister dismounts.

“Hello sister. I’m sorry I didn’t make it to your fitting, my lesson went on a bit longer.”

“It’s alright…mother was a wonderful companion through it all…”

“Ooff…the bad?”

“You know how she is..”

“Yes. But don’t let her get to you. You are beautiful y/n, don’t let mother make you feel any different.”

“Thank you sister. Are you ready for our father to throw you at Prince Thor?” You ask her.

“Ugh. He’s so handsome but so oafish at the same time. The last I saw him he was 6 ales deep and trying to start a bout with any man who was drunk enough to accept.”

“You’ll have beautiful children at least..”

Your sister looks at you for a moment, “you will too y/n. I promise you.” She gives you a smile.

You smile back at her, “thank you sister”.

“We should get going, we depart in the morning to Asgard.”

You both stand, mount your horses and make your way back to the palace.

That night at the evening meal, mother made sure to tell the servants to serve you less food than usual. She wanted to be sure you were as thin as possible..

You weren’t effected physically but it certainly was embarrassing.

The following morning you were woken up early by your maids to get ready to depart. They do your hair and make up and get you in one of your beautiful day dresses and make your way to meet your family.

You see your family and your mother walks over placing your hand on your face, “you have such a beautiful face daughter.”

You blink at her, “thank you mother.”

Your father walks over to you and brushes his hand on your face, “you are beautiful daughter.”

You give him a small, “thank you father.”

Your sister takes your hand and you look over at her, “everyone ready to go?”

“Yes, let us go”

You and your family board the ship with your guards that you will be taking with you to Asgard. It will take you a few days to get there but you were going to be spending most of the time with your sister or your maids getting ready. Asgard was different from Alfheim so you needed to be sure you were knowledgeable of all of their traditions and customs, you didn’t want to embarrass yourself or your family.

You all finally get to Asgard where you are greeted by the royal family, the Allfather, Allmother and both princes were there with their warriors.

“King Balin, how wonderful it is to see you and your family again.” The Allfather greets your family.

“Allfather, thank you so much for the invitation to your beautiful home” your father then looks over to Thor, “and happy name day to you my prince.”

Thor smiles, “thank you King Balin, Queen Aredhel, Princess Elbereth, Princess y/n, I welcome you to our home.”

Your sister smiles at Thor, “thank you my prince, happy name day to you, we are very much looking forward to your name day feast.”

“Yes my brother looks forward to them as well.” The younger prince speaks up.

You snort a little laugh and your mother looks over at you sharply.

Queen Frigga addresses the group, “thank you for all traveling, please let us get you settled in your chambers so you all can rest before the feast.”

Your mother looks to the Queen, “thank you Allmother, I look forward to having some time to speak.”

You know what the conversation is going to be about so you glance over at your sister who is looking at the ground.

You all make your way inside the palace, it was beautiful and gold but it was mostly that. Gold and concrete, there weren’t too many trees or greenery in the city. Alfheim even in the marketplaces flourished with flowers and greens from trees and vines that have intwined themselves in the ancient structures. The forests of Alfheim are not far from the palace so you felt constantly surrounded by nature. It was not so here in Asgard.

You get to your chambers and your maids get everything situated for you, you bathed and got dressed in your beautiful but uncomfortable gown for the evening. A knock at the door signified it was time to go so you go with your guards to your sister’s chambers where your parents are already waiting.

“Finally child.” Your mother says exasperated.

“Forgive me mother, this dress is not the easiest to get into.”

“And who’s fault is that?”

“Enough Aredhel, y/n you look wonderful.”

“Thank you father, Elbereth you look beautiful.” You say kindly to your sister.

“Thank you sister as do you. Are your ready for the festivities?”

“Very.”

“Then let us be off” your father says joyously.

You all make your way to the feast hall and Asgards royal family have not arrived yet, you all take your seats at your designated table, not far from the table Odin and Frigga will be sitting with their sons.

Not long after that, the guards announce the arrival of the Allfather and Allmother first and then Prince Loki.

He was so handsome dressed in his finery, he had the same mirthful look on his face he did before. Like he wanted to be anywhere else in all the realms.

And then it was time to announce Prince Thor’s arrival which was just a ridiculous as he was.

The guard shouts from the top of his lungs,

“And now! Prince Thor! First born son of Odin and Frigga, Crowned Prince of Asgard, God of Thunder! Your future King! All of you welcome him on his name day!

The hall erupts in cheers, you wince from the volume. You look over at the table where Prince Loki now sits and you can see him roll his eyes. It seems like he can sense you staring at him so he looks directly at you and gives you a sinful smile. You blink back in nervousness and direct you attention back to Prince Thor making a show of his entrance. He’s walking towards the table tossing Mjolnir in his hand with a huge smile on his face.

He holds out his other arm to silence the crowd, “Asgard! Thank you for joining me in the celebrations for my name day. I also send my thanks to all of the representatives that have visited us from afar to also share this day with me and my family. I thank you from the bottom of my heart, I know some of your journeys were long. Please enjoy all of the finery from our home. Let the feast begin!”

With his final word the doors in the hall opened and out came the servants with mounds of food and casks of wine and mead. So many different types of food and you were terrified to touch a thing. It was like every time you went to add something to your plate you could feel your mother’s eyes on you.

Thor eventually came to our table and asked my sister to dance, she happily accepted and my parents looked on with excitement at the prospect of the crowned prince marrying their daughter.

You were so preoccupied you didn’t notice someone have a seat in your sister’s now unoccupied chair.

“Hello.”

You turn and you are shocked to see Prince Loki.

“Oh. Hello My Prince. Are you enjoying the feast?”

“No more than others, and you Princess y/n? Are you enjoying the feast for my brother’s name day?

You smile, “yes, very much so thank you.”

“Are you enjoying the food and drink? It looks as though you haven’t touched a thing.”

You look down at your plate and realize the Prince is right, you really haven’t touched too much of your food. You were too afraid of the ridicule your mother would bring you after the feast.

“I’m not too hungry at present your highness, but everything I have tasted has been wonderful.”

He squints his eyes at you and then reaches for your fork, “here taste this, it’s my favorite desert.”

He takes a small piece on the fork and holds it out to you, you look over to your mother and see she is distracted talking to Queen Frigga. You look back to the Prince and without breaking eye contact take the bite of cake he offered you.

My God. It was delicious. You honestly wanted a whole piece but you knew you would pay for it later. Whether is be from the pain your mothers words bring you or the pain you feel in your body when you decide to push yourself training and starving yourself to make up for it.

“Thank you my Prince, it certainly is delicious.”

“Dance with me?” He asks you.

“Of..of course..” you were caught by surprise, you never get asked to dance at feasts and when you do it’s because their royal parents forced them to ask you.

Loki stands and holds out his hand to you which you take and make your way to the dance floor.

Thankfully you were taught most of these dances from when you were old enough to follow the steps. Loki moved you across the floor, bowed to you and moved to place his hand on your waist. He was looking directly in your eyes and the attention was making you nervous.

“You look beautiful Princess.”

“Thank you My Prince.”

“I must say the color on you is quite fetching, did you know that green is my royal color.”

Your face brightens.

“No My Prince! I did not mean…”

He starts to laugh, “it’s quite alright my dear, I’m actually quite surprised your mother didn’t put you up to it. Many ladies choose the color of the princes to attempt to catch their eye.”

“Oh My Prince I promise you that was not my intention, you would never…”

“I would never what?”

“My Prince…”

Just as you were about to continue your mother’s voice cuts interrupts you.

“Oh My Prince, thank you so much for dancing with my dear daughter.”

“Thanks are not necessary Queen Aredhel, your daughter looks very beautiful this evening. I simply wanted to ask her for a dance before other suitors created a queue.”

Your mother laughed, “Oh not to worry about that My Prince, my daughter doesn’t catch the eye of too many.”

Your body immediately freezes in shock and you can feel a ball developing in your throat from the tears that no doubt will start to well in your eyes.

“Excuse me..” you whisper and run off to the balcony. You knew you were going to hear about your rude exit from your mother later but you couldn’t find it in you to care. You make it to the balcony outside and you try to take some deep breaths. It was hard because this dress was so fucking tight, you could barely breathe let alone take the deep breaths needed to calm yourself.

You place your hand on the railing gripping it tightly and you close your eyes and let the tears fall.

“Princess?”

You hear Loki behind you.

“My Prince, forgive me, I just needed some air.” You try to dry your face from your tears.

“Hmm….” He walks over to you and leans over on the railing next to you. “So it wasn’t your mothers awful words that made you go running?”

You look over at him.

“No..my mother means well..”

“Don’t lie to me Princess, maybe I should’ve announced my full title like my idiotic brother. I am the God of lies darling, I know when someone tells me a falsehood.”

“I’m sorry My Prince, I do not wish to speak ill of my mother. If you would excuse me I believe I am going to take my leave, I’m not feeling very well.” You really weren’t, your head was pounding and you just wanted to get out of this restricting dress.

“Of course, I will escort you to your chambers.”

“That is not necessary My Prince, I have my maids that can take me.”

“I insist.” He takes your arm and leads you back towards the feast hall, but he stops you just before you walk through the doorway.

“Just a moment.”

He moves so he’s standing in front of you and he grabs your face lightly and whispers a spell, you feel a little tingle on your face.

“So you don’t look like you have been crying sweet girl.” He answers your unasked question.

“Thank you My Prince.”

“Call me Loki…please.” He asks, his hands still holding your face.

“Thank you..” you gulp…. “Loki.”

He smiles at you, “would you like to come to my chambers before you go to your own? I know you said you weren’t feeling well but I would love to spend a little more time with you before you retire. We can enjoy some more of that dessert?…”

Oh boy.

“My Prince…Loki..I don’t know..”

“We can go to your chambers if you’d like, we can even speak in front of one of your lady maids..whatever makes you comfortable. I just…I wish to get to know you more.”

“It’s alright, we can go to your chambers. I will tell my parents we will be going for a walk.”

He winks at you, “mischievous little scamp.”

You both make your way into the feast hall and you see your parents speaking with the Allmother and Allfather.

“My King, My Queen” you curtsy. Thank you so much for the invitation, everything is wonderful.”

Queen Frigga smiles, “of course Princess, we are always honored to have Alfheim come to our realm. You and your sister are a beautiful addition to our court.

“Indeed” Loki agrees, “mother, father, King Balin, Queen Aredhel with your permission I wish to take the Princess y/n for a walk. Possibly to the palace gardens.”

Queen Aredhel looked genuinely surprised, “of course Prince Loki! I’m sure my daughter would be happy to.”

You nod at Loki and you both leave the presence of your families to walk out the feast hall.

Next thing you know, Loki sends an illusion of the two of you one direction while you really walk in the opposite direction.

“The gardens are that way, they will know we went elsewhere if we went the true direction of my chambers.”

It wasn’t so far away from the hall but far enough you can’t hear the loudness of the people celebrating any longer.

Loki opens his doors when we arrived and escorts you inside and you are taken aback by his beautiful room. Again, a lot of gold. And lots and lots of green.

“Your chambers are beautiful.”

“Thank you y/n. Is it alright if I call you y/n?”

“If it is alright for me to call you by your first name you can certainly call me by mine.”

He smiles at you and walks with you to his private dining room. He pulls out a chair for you to sit and the idea of it kinda fills you with dread. The dress becoming painful, you move to step forward and all of a sudden the room starts to spin and you lose your footing. You fall forward but Loki catches you before you make impact with the floor.

“Are you alright?”

You breathing is a little labored as he sits you down in a chair.

“I think this dress is trying to kill me, I’m sorry my Prince I should really go to my chambers.”

You then feel that same tingling feeling you felt from his magic on your face earlier all over your body. Instead of the big uncomfortable gown you wore to the feast you were now in a light dress made of the finest silk.

Your hands immediately fly to cover your now free stomach, it’s not being held in anymore by the girdle your mother forced you to wear.

Embarrassment filling you again you stand up from the chair ready to run out of his room.

“I’m sorry My Prince I must leave.”

“Y/n wait! Please! What is it?”

“I do not wish you to see me dressed so.”

“Is the dress not to your liking? I can create another one more to your taste..”

“It’s not that My Prince, the dress is beautiful..I’m just not..a person who looks like me shouldn’t dress in something like this.”

“What do you mean?”

“Do I really have to say it?”

“Yes because I am throughly confused, you look beautiful.”

“You’re very sweet My Prince..”

“I thought we decided on no titles.” He sits you down in the chair again and removes your arms that are wrapped around your middle. “Darling girl, do not let your mothers words poison your mind. You are beautiful.”

“I’m not my sister, or the other ladies in court..”

“I agree, you are far more interesting.”

“Loki please..you and I both know my physical appearance is different from other ladies, they are tall and thin and I am neither of those things.”

“Is that why you hardly touched your food for the evening?”

You didn’t respond, you just look down at you lap.

You hear his chair scrape against the floor as he gets up, he pulls you to your feet.

“I don’ t believe we got to finish our dance.” He holds out his hand to you and he brings you to your feet.

You feel much better now that awful gown was off of you and you were able to easily move around the floor with Loki. The lack of music made it a little awkward but the gesture alone was sweet enough.

Not too long after you started your sweet slow dance Loki stops and looks down at you.

“May I kiss you my lady?”

You only had a moment of hesitation and then you nod your head. You never thought you would be asked to be kissed by such a handsome prince. With your permission, Loki leans in and kisses you. Softly at first and then he moves your arms so they are around his neck and he deepens the kiss.

Soon you are a moaning mess, releasing sinful sounds into his mouth. He just tasted so delicious, like that cake he had you try earlier and sweet wine.

He stops kissing you and looks down at you again, “my lady I’m afraid if we don’t stop here I will continue to ravish you.”

“Oh please my prince, ravish away!”

He lets out a loud laugh, “y/n I do not wish to do something you are not ready for…I can imagine you are still a maiden?”

“No..there was a soldier who I…I didn’t believe anyone would ever want to bed me so I just..I…” you’re stuttering, your embarrassment coming off of you in waves.

“Hush darling, no judgment here. In fact I am most pleased, this means I don’t have to be so careful with you”.

You didn’t know how to respond, no one had ever showed this type of attraction to you before, even the soldier who took your maidenhead made it seem like he was just trying to get through it as quickly as possible.

Loki takes you in his arms and lifts you effortlessly off the floor and carries you to the bedroom placing you on the bed.

You’re amazed by how strong he is.

“May I remove your dress darling?”

“Can I maybe leave it on?…you ask looking down at your lap again.

“Why darling?”

“I just..Loki I’m not like the other ladies you have had in your bed and I..I don’t wish for this to end.”

You still haven’t looked up at him, you see his feet now directly in front of you, “y/n look at me.”

You lift your head miserably to look him in the eye.

“You are beautiful. I have been dying to see your body all evening..please?”

After a moment you decide to let him remove your dress, you hope he still feels the same after he sees whats underneath.

You stand at the foot of the bed and pull the silk dress over your head, revealing your body underneath.

He looks at you up and down and when you were about to bend down to pick up your dress and leave he stops you and his hands move. One to cradle your face and the other goes behind you on your lower back to pull you closer to him.

“You are stunning darling, now…get on the bed.”

You feel your core clench at his words, you can also feel your juices already starting to leak down your leg.

You get on his bed and lay on your back, he removes his dress armor and climbs on top of you. Once he reaches your face he kisses you soundly, all teeth and tongue. He wanted you that was clear.

After you had been kissing for a while you could feel Loki’s cock brushing against your entrance, he starts rubbing you with purpose with it so he can get all of your arousal on him. He breaks away breathless from the kiss, “are you ready darling?”

“Yes! Gods yes!”

He slowly breaches you, he was much bigger than the soldier you shared a bed with so it took a moment to get adjusted to his size. But when you did…the pleasure you felt was remarkable. It almost made you sad because you knew that this would likely be the only time in your life you would feel such blinding pleasure.

“Y/n..you’re so tight..mmhmm..fuck you feel glorious…”

He pushes into you harshly a few times and then stops and pulls out of you quickly.

“I want you to ride me.”

“What? No Loki please.. I do not wish to..”

He looks down at you for a moment, “why darling?”

Your eyes start to well with tears again, “please Loki, I do not wish for you to see my body so..”

He kisses your tears away and then continues to kiss you until your body relaxes again.

“Darling girl, how many times must I say that you are beautiful? Will you trust me?..please?”

You don’t answer him so he quickly wraps you in his arms and moves so that he is on his back and you are now straddling him.

“Oh yes my girl, this is the view I have been dying to see all night.”

He reaches up and grabs your large breasts, squeezing and massaging them.

“Come darling lift up a little for me so I can feel your glorious heat again, I find myself missing your hot pussy.”

He helps you lift up slightly and you sit on his cock, slowly bringing yourself down all the way filling yourself with his large manhood.

“Fuckkk…oh darling you feel so good…”

“Fuck Loki, yesss..” you start to move your hips slowly, not entirely sure what you’re doing.

Loki starts to help you pick up the pace, he places his hands underneath your ass and helps you move up and down on his cock.

“Yes..y/n yes..just like that…fuck…”

His words giving you more confidence and you start to move quicker and harder, Loki is a moaning mess under you and the sounds he is making are bringing you closer and closer to your orgasm.

“Loki I’m so close….oh Gods…oh Valhalla!!”

“Valhalla cannot have you yet darling, not until I have had my fill of you.”

He flips you over and proceeds to rapidly pummel into you, his cock hitting just the right spot over and over again making you see stars.

“Loki!! Loki!! I’m cumming!”

“Gods darling yess…say my name again..I want the whole palace to know who is giving you this pleasure. Say it…”

“Loki!! Fuck!!! Loki!!!” You cum so hard you can only make out the sounds of his skin slapping against yours and then his own screams of pleasure.

“Y/N! Oh fuck..I’m going to cum in your hot pussy…do you want that darling? Do you want me to fill you?”

“Yes Loki! Please cum inside me!”

“Fuck!” He pushes in one final time and stills, you can feel his cum shoot inside of your womb.

You were completely spent..

Loki rolls off of you and pulls you into his arms.

“I will not hear of you speaking about yourself in such a way again..do you understand?”

“Yes my prince…”

“Y/n..look at me.”

You do and you see nothing but kindness in his eyes.

“You are mine now, you will no longer feel the inadequacies your mother has forced you to feel all of your life. You are beautiful…do you understand?”

“Yes Loki..thank you..”

“There is nothing to thank me for love..do you wish to bathe with me?”

“A bath sounds wonderful.”

With that he gives you a light kiss, rises out of bed and walks over to your side. He once again lifts your effortlessly in his arms to take you into the bathing chambers no doubt to add to this already unforgettable night.

The end..

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fanfic-collection · 6 months

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Imagine Loki, god of stories, coming across a person on one of the timelines and falling in love with them. He eventually finds a way to interact with them, you, and whisks you away to be with him at the end of forever.

#imagine loki #Loki spoilers

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theartofimagining13 · 1 year

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Imagine:

Loki finds himself in a strange place, wearing a dark suit and something just feels off. He then arrives at a funeral and sees you in the coffin. He’s sure it has to be a nightmare so he does everything in his power to wake up and he succeeds. However, it wasn’t a nightmare; a powerful being was showing him the future as a warning. If Loki continued to be a bad and unreliable partner to you it would eventually get you killed. Only then, Loki realized how much you meant to him, and the thought of provoking your death scared him. From then on, he protected you like never before and you noticed a big change in him.

#Imagine if you still died LOL now THAT would be a great lesson. Too late buddy.#Imagine Loki #Loki Laufeyson #Loki #Loki x reader #Tom Hiddleston #Imagine

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space-mermaid-writing · 2 years

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The witchling and the god - Masterlist

Summary: The Avengers were looking for someone to help Loki fit in with the team. To become socially acceptable, so to speak. He had been given the choice of sitting in a cell in Asgard or serving some sort of community service probation on Midgard. The Avengers and Shield both felt that as long as Loki was on Earth, he should be under supervision. This is now your job. Why? Because you’re a witch. You’re not sure why this qualifies you, but here you are, giving it a shot. What could possibly go wrong?

Relationship: Loki x Witch!Reader

Tags: Witch!Reader, Magic, Witches, slow burn, everybody lives in the tower, character development, Loki‘s redemption, Stephen Strange is a friend, Loki and Stephen are frenemies, Tony Stark is a good bro, kids love Loki, Tony has stupid nicknames for everybody, eventual smut

Status: completed

Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4

Chapter 5 | Chapter 6 | Chapter 7 | Chapter 8

Chapter 9 | Chapter 10 | Chapter 11 | Chapter 12

Chapter 13 | Chapter 14 | Chapter 15 | Chapter 16

Chapter 17 | Chapter 18 | Chapter 19 | Chapter 20

Chapter 21 | Chapter 22 | Chapter 23 | Chapter 24

Chapter 25 | Chapter 26 | Chapter 27 | Chapter 28

Chapter 29 | Chapter 30 | Chapter 31 | Epilogue

Witchling Art Tag

#loki x y/n #Loki x reader #loki odinson #loki layfeyson x you #loki layfeson #loki laufesyon x reader #Loki x you #imagine loki #the witchling and the god #imagine marvel #mcu prompt #loki odison x reader #marvel x reader #mcu x reader #loki fanfction #slow burn #Masterlist #Witchling Masterlist #x Reader Masterlist

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lokisgoodgirl · 1 year

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The Greatest Showman [Loki x Fem. Reader]

Part of the Secret Santa Drabbles hosted by @fictive-sl0th A Link to my Masterlist is HERE Summary: Loki's interest in musicals provides some interesting inspiration for the bedroom. Warnings: 18+ Minors DNI. Smuttish. Language. (w/c 931) A/N: Prompt: Loki loves musicals - hope you like it @wheredafandomat 💕

“Darling I had an idea, about what you said, regarding roleplay and... inspiration.” You hummed in acknowledgement, engrossed in the book in your lap as you lay tucked in bed. The proceeding silence broke your concentration, looking up to your lover leaning naked against the bathroom door-frame. You giggled, placing the book to the side. “Sorry. OK. I’m listening.” “To me? Or to him?” Loki purred, casting his eyes down to what strained upward against his taut stomach.

You smirked, raising your eyebrows and casting the duvet aside, patting the mattress. “To you, my love. Now what’s your idea?” you said seductively, running your hungry eyes over his sculpted body.

He tucked a strand of hair behind his ear, a knowing smile tugging at his lips. “Musicals.” he quipped, waiting for your reaction. “Musicals.” you repeated sceptically, your forehead creasing. “I know you’re a fan of them but...I don’t know. I’m not sure there’s anything very sexy about musicals Lokes.” you murmured apologetically, seeing his smile broaden. “Au contraire, darling.” he purred, raising his thumb and forefinger to the side. “I shall present three options for tonight's lovemaking festivities.” He snapped his fingers, the room around you dissolving into darkness. The bed was transported to the side of a circus ring, the smell of sawdust swirling in your nostrils. You gasped as a solitary spotlight snapped onto your dark god. His face was lowered, a top hat glinting beneath the cool hue. A chorus of drums and stomps sounded in the air, voices harmonising as they bayed for their master to begin. You clenched, gripping the sheets beneath you. He looked fucking incredible.

Ladies and gents, this is the moment you've waited for. Been searching in the dark / Sweat soaking through the floor. Loki was dressed as a Victorian ring-master; P.T Barnam, to be exact. A theatrical red overcoat sat tight on his shoulders; a gold brocaded waistcoat snug around his midriff, the same heavy thread adorning elaborate cuffs. A garish golden broach adorned his shoulder, the tight fit of his black trousers doing nothing to hide the godly cock hard beneath them. He raised his head, cheekbones flashing dangerously beneath the brim of the hat. His hair fell around his shoulders, a cream starched cravat wound intricately around his neck. Shadows cast against his exposed jawline in the circular light as he used an ornate cane in his grip to push the brim upward, revealing a coy smile. “Are you ready for the show?” he projected, spinning towards an invisible crowd that roared with applause, that velvet voice filling the theatrical space. You shivered with desire, coveting every inch of his powerful form coated in structured wool; the buckles of his overcoat glinting in the light as he turned back to face you. Suddenly the room spun again, and in a second the sawdust and empty stands were gone. In their place, a rich red curtain stretched upward endlessly; rustling in a ghostly breeze. Loki stood on a low stage as familiar music played; a piano tinkling to life in the gloom. A dark high-collared cloak surrounded his body, his face even paler than usual. Deep purple makeup coated his lips, his eyes enlarged with dramatically smokey eyeshadow. Those cheekbones sang in the low light, heavy contouring sweeping upward. In a flash, he threw the cloak backwards, making it flutter to the ground by his feet. You gasped again, hands flying to your mouth as Loki strutted down the steps of the stage in time with the music.

Why don't you/ Stay for the night? Or maybe a bite/ I can show you my favourite Obsession A sleeveless corset was laced haphazardly to his midriff, dark sparkles fizzing in the low lights against his chiselled abs. Sinful fishnet stockings stretched against those thick thighs, running down endless legs into a pair of high heels. The suspenders strapped to a belt around his hips hung against a devastatingly tight pair of leather underwear. His manhood throbbed against the fabric with every stride, teasing you as you crawled forward to rest on your knees. Begging. You could feel saliva building in your mouth as Loki drew closer in time with the music, his curls wild. He was charged with raw sexual energy as he flipped his hair, crawling atop the bed like an animal. A pearl necklace hung invitingly as he stopped at your eye level on all fours, reaching to draw a finger over your lips with one gloved hand. Your eyes fluttered shut, ready to be irrevocably fucked by your sweet transvestite lover before you felt the room shift once more.

The final option, you thought as your head spun; seeing a burgundy warmth growing behind your eyelids. You braced as something rocked beneath you, opening your eyes. Hundred of candles glowed in ornate candelabras floating in the air, shimmering water passing inexplicably beneath the small barge you found yourself in. An angelic soprano voice filled the air like a heavy scent, intoxicating your senses as flames danced on the subterranean canal.

In sleep he sang to me / In dreams he came That voice which calls to me / And speaks my name

Stone pillars towered to black nothingness above, candles dotting the air in swaying, ethereal rhythm. Your head whipped round, finding Loki looming with another flowing, more luxurious cape swirling around him. He was sombre as he steered the boat with one long oar. A high-necked shirt accentuated the angle of his jaw leading down to a tight waistcoat. Always so tight, you thought; squeezing your thighs together. The god’s hair was tied back with a ribbon, half of his beautiful face covered by a white, porcelain mask. The exposed side of his mouth was curled in a secretive smirk, enjoying every second of his theatrical endeavours. You tried to speak, words catching behind your teeth before the air was knocked out of you by another shift of magic. Loki’s lithe frame was suddenly pressed to yours on your bed, his tongue slipping between your lips as you squirmed beneath him. He thrust his hips gently against your open thighs, naked and ready to grant you anything you desired. “So, my darling...which musical anti-hero will you take to your bed this night?” he purred against your cheek, placing messy kisses down your neck as you moaned in anticipation. “All of them?” you whispered shyly, hearing Loki chuckle before the room swirled around you once again.

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those-late-night-feels · 2 years

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Stargazing - Part 2

Summary: Loki left earth (and you) to fulfill his duty and marry another. When he returns to Earth, you are torn with how to feel.

Warnings: 18+ only, cheating, angst, smut

A/N: Please comment and reblog, thanks!

Ten months. It didn’t feel like he had been gone that long. The ache in your chest was constant, a heaviness weighing you down that you tried to ignore, tried to distract. You knew you should have seen him go, said goodbye, instead of hiding. There were no excuses, you knew when he and Thor were planning to leave, an official notice was sent to your work email, but you chose to click delete on the unread email before you would be tempted to open it. And when he left, that was the last time you really looked up and stared at the stars. Whispering a goodbye to the night sky, you knew in the end this was how things would go. He was so much bigger than you, but whether you were insignificant or not in this great expanse, he would not hold you back any longer. Determined to move on with your life, you set up dating apps and mentioned to Natasha that you were ready to finally be set up with the blond junior agent that she thought was perfect for you.

Two dates in, you knew you wouldn’t feel the spark that was needed to keep things going, but that wouldn't stop you from continuing to find someone to fill that void. You tried your best not to compare every person that came into your life to him, as hard as it was. Not intelligent enough, not mysterious enough, not insanely sexy enough…reprimanding yourself for the hundredth time to stop the comparisons while staring across the table from Tim in accounting who wore cargo shorts on your date. As he tried to keep a conversation going about how incredibly wealthy Tony truly was (“You can’t even fathom how huge the figures really are!”), you wondered how someone could go on a new date almost every night for the past month and feel this lonely.

Tim was told goodnight with a squeeze of your hand outside the restaurant, although he did try to lean in for a kiss. Deciding to walk through the city to your apartment instead of hailing a cab, you took in the fresh air and spent some time in your head. It felt like the night sky was laughing at you, the stars twinkling in a splendor that they held something that had slipped through your fingers. Were you wrong to never give into him? Would he have been the one taking you on dates and walking with you at the end of the night if you had? Would he have stayed if you had just asked him? If you had just allowed your desires to control you, for once?

Sighing, you shook your head at your silliness, knowing any what ifs wouldn’t change the past.

He’d been gone for five months (pathetic as it was, this was how you thought of time now) when you met Christopher. An investor with Stark Industries, you had caught his eye while attending one of Tony’s social gatherings after hours, chatting over Manhattans about living in the city. Manhattans turned into red wine over dinner, to coffee dates when he would text you to see if you could spare a few minutes, to making him pancakes in his skyview apartment overlooking the entire city. He treated you well, made you smile, made you think that just maybe you were able to move on, and the feeling was a welcome distraction.

*****

The documents on Pepper’s desk were not meant for your eyes, you knew this. But when Loki’s name caught your eye on the paper, you couldn’t stop yourself, skimming over the documents as quickly as you could before Pepper returned–paragraphs about a possible invasion, Loki's attempt to intervene and plans for him to return to earth to meet with the Avengers team. The conflict in your heart made you ache–you missed him, truly missed him, and not just physically. You missed his stories, missed the way he looked out for you, missed his friendship. When he returned, you knew none of it would be the same. That it would only hurt worse to see him again. Keeping the date that he would be returning locked in your head, you knew what to do. Two weeks later, you were laying on a beach in Mexico.

*****

The flight home after a full week's vacation was an anxiety filled departure that you kept bottled up while tapping your fingers on the armrest. You knew a seven day vacation might not be enough time to fully avoid Loki's return, but it was worth a shot, and you needed the time to prepare yourself if he did indeed stay longer than a week.

Dating Christopher, you felt that just maybe you could be happy with him, and it certainly had its benefits. When you casually mentioned needing a vacation asap, he reserved a private jet and a suite at a luxurious villa with a private beach. You sipped margaritas while swimming in the salty sea by day, and fucked Christopher on the large four poster bed by night.

Arriving back in New York, your skin was tanned and tingling when you unlocked your apartment door with a smile hovering on your face. It dropped when you walked through the door, your bags thudding on the ground.

"I honestly wasn't even sure if you would show up."

His dark locks were longer, his physique fitter than the last time you saw him. He stood from the chair he'd been reclining in on the far end of your apartment, keeping his distance as if afraid to frighten a spooked animal. Mouth agape, you stared at him, recalling all the fantasies you'd had of him showing up unannounced.

"Are you going to say anything?" he asked, right when you said, "What are you doing here?"

He chuckled, his entire face lighting up. "I missed you. I came to see my friend."

"Is that what we are?" you scoffed.

He tilted his head to the side in speculation, considering your words, and you told yourself to not look down. You would not be the weaker person here.

“I believe you made it clear we wouldn’t be more…” he replied.

His pace over to you was slow and steady, and you hadn’t even noticed his movements until he was directly in front of you. Your heartbeat quickened at his proximity. In all your wildest dreams, you had imagined him coming back to you, standing in front of you again, how you wouldn’t stop yourself this time, wouldn’t hesitate to wrap your legs around his waist and pull him into you and never let go. He was so close that you could smell his intoxicating scent, a mix of forest and leather you couldn’t quite ever put your finger on.

His words brought you back to reality as he clasped his hands behind his back. “I wanted to make sure you were ok, y/n.”

Your stomach tightened as you turned and looked up at those blue-green eyes with genuine concern. Part of you wanted him to capture your lips with his, the other part wanted him to leave and take this desire with him. You ached with him being so close to you again. Your mind racing, thoughts scattered, you blurted out the words before you could think, “I have a boyfriend.”

You cringed internally as soon as the words left your lips. He plastered a smile on his face, nodding in understanding.

“I look forward to meeting him darling,” he said without taking a beat. He leaned in and kissed the crown of your head, but the touch was so light you couldn't feel it, and it made you crave him more. “I’m glad to see you are ok.”

And then, he vanished into thin air.

*****

Loki's surprise meeting was not mentioned to Christopher the next time you saw him. He kissed your shoulder while waiting for you to finish getting ready for Tony's annual charity gala. The grand scale events were not something you usually attended, but as an investor, it went unsaid that Christopher was expected to attend and wanted you there as his plus-one. "You look beautiful tonight."

He ran his hands down the sides of your black dress as you secured earrings in place and gave him a smile in the mirror that didn't reach your eyes. You were tempted to fake an illness, feign a headache, complain of cramps, but hated that Loki had that kind of power over you. You were not his puppet, not his plaything, and certainly not his mistress, and would not play into his hand, but your nerves were almost making you shiver.

When the limousine arrived outside the gala, it was like a Hollywood red carpet event, filled with dozens of photographers and media outlets. The chauffeur opened the car door in front of the red carpet and the two of you walked down hand-in-hand with smiles plastered while flashes attempted to blind you.

As a news outlet asked to speak with Christopher on camera, he squeezed your hand and you slipped into the background to find a familiar face inside. Crystal chandeliers hung from vaulted ceilings while champagne flutes were passed around by tuxedoed waiters.

"Enjoying your first red carpet event?" Natasha asked as she sauntered past a waiter and grabbed two flutes, handing one to you.

"I'm not sure how you get used to these? I'm still seeing spots from all the flashing."

"Why do you think Tony wears those glasses?"

You giggled and sipped the bubbly drink, chatting with her until Tony pulled her away to meet a high-profile politician. Setting the flute down, you made your way over to the bar for something less alcoholic–the last thing you needed tonight was large amounts of alcohol in your system. Waiting to get the bartender's attention, you felt his presence before you saw him. "Have you actually decided to show up in the flesh tonight?"

He leaned up against the bar to face you, but you kept your gaze straight ahead, watching the bartender shake a mixed drink. "How was your vacation?"

"Uncomplicated."

The bartender poured a few more drinks, making his way slowly down to you at the other end of the bar.

"I thought you didn't attend these things. Too stuffy… isn't that what you said?"

The bartender was almost within earshot, handing a cranberry vodka to a woman with far too much makeup. "I guess some things have changed Loki…" and then to the bartender, "Hi, can I get a Pellegrino with lime?"

The bartender handed you the glass in seconds flat and you turned to look at Loki for the first time that night. He looked absolutely delicious in his black Armani suit, a strand of hair falling out of place that you resisted tucking behind his ear as he leaned toward you. For a moment, there were no words to be said, eyes locked and silent desires exchanged.

"Enjoy the party," you said, and turned in your heels, away from him.

*****

The party had been in full swing, with Tony taking the mic to announce the exorbitant amount of money raised for charity and words of recognition for those mass contributors, Christopher being one of them. Standing with Pepper on the balcony, you applauded with the crowd, smiling down as Christopher raised his hand to accept the thanks. Tony wrapped up his speech, giving the stage to musicians for the night, and your smile faltered as you watched the dark-haired god make his way over to your boyfriend. No…

Weaving through the crowd, you wondered what game he was playing at. He was infuriating and you almost wished he had stayed on the other planet. Slowly walking up to the two men, Christopher held his hand out to you. You leaned into him, whispering in his ear while ignoring Loki, "Let's get out of here."

Christopher gave you a knowing smile. "I can't sweetheart. I need to stay. Do you want me to call you a car to take you home?"

You sighed in disappointment. "No, it's fine. Maybe I'll walk."

"I'll take her home," Loki suggested, the way he said it more a settled matter than on offer. When you attempted to protest ("Oh no, you need to stay. I couldn't ask you to do that. They're here to see you, too."), Loki shook his head. "I insist, darling. I would hate to send you out on your own. And I can guarantee you no one is here to see me."

You turned to Christopher, expecting him to protest as well. Surely he wouldn't want the God of Mischief taking his girlfriend home. But Christopher smiled obliviously, "Thanks, I appreciate that man."

You grimaced at him, at Loki and his smile that told you more than you wanted to know. But, you took his arm when he offered it, kissing your boyfriend on the cheek as you left. The two of you walked in silence through the crowd, out into the fresh air, down the sidewalk to your apartment. "I should have brought a change of shoes."

He looked down at your stilettos, and with a flick of his hand, the heels were replaced with walking shoes. "Thanks."

"Are you happy with him?" The question made your stomach turn in knots. A traffic light turned red, illuminating Loki's face.

"What does that matter?"

He studied the sidewalk as he walked. "You don't seem happy."

Your feet stilled as he took one more step before turning back to look at you. Pedestrians passed you by on the sidewalk. It was hard to tell which was bubbling to the surface–hurt or anger.

"Why did you come back here?" you cried, raising your voice and causing passerbyers to turn and look. Eyebrows drawn together, he slowly took a step toward you as you spoke, the traffic lights turning from red to green. "I don't see any threat to Earth. You aren't fighting anything or protecting anyone. You were only supposed to be here a week–a week!–and then go back to your consort."

He took another step toward you. "Are you quite done?"

"No, Loki, I'm not done! Am I happy? Of course I'm not happy. Because every man I meet is not you. You ruined me. And when I finally realized I was in love with you, you left me!"

He stood there as you tried to hold yourself together. You wouldn't cry over him. "I didn't have a choice."

You shook your head, looking up at him. "You always had a choice, Loki."

Turning from him, you started to walk away, green light turning to yellow. This was why you hadn't said goodbye. This was why you stopped looking up at the stars. Your chest clenched, your head throbbed, your eyes burned. And then, your wrist was clutched gently, and you were turned back to him, your chest pressed to his, his hands capturing your face, his lips colliding with yours. The pain wrapped around your heart released a little as his lips soothed you, his tongue dancing with yours. The lights and sounds of the city dissipated and as you slowly pulled away, breathless and heart pounding, you found yourself in your darkened apartment with him.

"You shouldn't have done that," you whispered.

"No, I shouldn't have." And he leaned in and captured your lips once more. He pressed you up against the wall, leaning down to kiss the soft delicate skin of your neck as you fumbled with his belt and pants. The strap of your dress fell down, your breast exposed and nipple snatched between his teeth, making you gasp.

Lifting his head, his eyes looked deep into yours, his mouth open and wanting as you fumbled your way through to free his hardened cock, releasing a staggered breath when your hand came into contact. He hooked his hand around your leg, lifting it up, your dress falling wayside and your underwear ripped off. The urgency, the time wasted, the rush of need. He slowly sunk the tip of his cock into you, and then all at once. Your breath hitched, then a small shriek escaping your throat from the insatiable pressure.

"You ok?" he whispered, and you nodded quickly, wrapping your leg around him to press him deeper into you.

The thrusts were hard and fast, as if he would lose you at any moment. Your ass pounded into the wall over and over again, a delicious ache that would form into a bruise no doubt.

"Lo…Lo…Loki…" you struggled to get out. Your brain had turned to mush long ago and was being scrambled as the coil inside of your wound tighter and tighter.

"Yes my love," he breathed.

"I'm gonna–" You couldn't finish the thought as the coil snapped, an animalistic cry coming from deep inside of you. Your body turned to jello as he barred your weight, lifting your other leg and carrying you to the bedroom as your body shuddered from the aftershocks of pleasure. Trying to steady your breath, you looked around as he made his way to your bed, whispering, "What are you doing?"

He placed you gently on the feather down comforter and smiled. "It's not over darling. I've only just begun."

He stood, lifting the bottom of your dress. "May I?"

You nodded and a current of green washed over your body. You shivered in spite of yourself as he stood taking in every inch of you. Starting with the inside of your foot, he placed kisses, some delicate, some passionate. Up your calf, your knee, your thigh, across your hips, up your stomach, between your breasts, up your neck, and to your lips. He broke your kiss momentarily to tell you, "I love every part of you."

And then he kissed you again, your eyelids, your forehead, the tip of your nose, making you giggle. The two of you explored each other's bodies, what you enjoyed, what you wanted more of, what you'd never experienced before. He made you cum twice more that night, and when the sky started to turn pink, your legs entwined with his as he drew pictures on your back with his finger, you closed your eyes enjoying this one perfect moment.

You knew it was temporary. You made your peace with the fact that he would leave again, you calmed your heart with the fact that you would always be his, but would never have each other the way you both truly wanted. Because he was a god, and you were a mortal.

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luringfantasy · 7 months

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One by One pt.5/?

PRELUDE

You were snooping around Loki's stuff to find his chest full of sex toys. He was not very pleased about it and has decided to punish you by using all his toys on you, one by one...

based on this imagine

previous main masterlist

Warnings: slight pet play? thigh riding, oral (m & f receiving), I think that's it let me know if I missed something, thankyou MINORS DNI

NO PROOF READING

Stupid author remarks in yellow.

LOKI'S VOICE IS A SEX WEAPON (part b)

Loki stirred, opening his eyes, a shit eating grin plastered on his face. How is his face so expressive at times? “Finally! Good girl” he said hoarsely, his hand gripping your own, moving it onto his crotch which bulged more and more in a matter of seconds. You knew what he wanted, so you got to work, undoing the ties of his black pants, he pulled the fabric enough to give you the access you wanted (needed).

You pulled out his glorious purpose (lmao sorry for that..) .. You pulled out his glorious cock using your hands to touch him as much as you could. It was on a colder side, you were using your hands to warm him up.

The heat coming from your hands was making him lose his control, but he held on to it, barely, for you. All he did was praise you, and moaned your name desperately.

After getting him nice and hard, and massaging his cock and thighs for a few minutes, you started planting small kisses and kitten licks along the shaft and at the head, which made him twitch in your hands. Sometimes he would buck his hips into your hands or mouth, control slipping from him in those moments, but usually he sat there relaxed enjoying the attention he was getting from you, calling you his good girl in his deep voice, only broken sometimes by his high pitched moans.

You went nice and slow, slowly taking him more in your mouth, swirling your tongue around the tip. Sometimes letting him slip completely out of your mouth, and blowing a tasing stream of air on it. That seemed to catch him by surprise every time, but from the drops of precum that would leak during, was proof that he liked it.

Few minutes of this and Loki came all over himself, also getting some of his cum on you.

Before you could do anything he magicked away everything, leaving everything clean, and his pants tied up neat. You were very disappointed (I am too).

But your disappointment didn’t last very long, Loki pulled you up in his lap, and slowly started to unbutton your shirt. His eyes never left your, it was too intense, you were struggling to maintain eye contact, but you had a feeling that if you looked away he won’t appreciate it.

With your last button undone, Loki promptly places his hands on your waist, kneading your flesh there. This time you closed your eyes and let a moan slip from your lips. “Sinful. So good for me.” Loki praised you, while his hands traced you back, reaching to undo the clasp of your bra. He then magicked away the garment, leaving your shirt intact. This confused you a little but you didn’t question. You were enjoying the proximity with him. Lost in the feeling of his hands all over you, it took you a while to realize that the only piece of clothing on you was your shirt. Loki had magicked away your pants and panties, and his leather pants were getting stained by your arousal.

But it felt so good, the feel of leather on your lower lips was something very new and exciting for you. His hands moved back to your waist, gently guiding you to move along his thigh, high thick thigh, his strong thigh, his leather clad warrior thigh. He pushed you down a little and you gasped, the simulation was now very direct. You moaned his name, while he kept moving you back and forth, flexing his thigh whenever needed, making little gasp leave you. Sometimes even moving you side to side, spicing things up a little.

You were not in control, you were just a body experiencing pleasure at the hands of this very handsome man, or rather this ethereal god!

“Oh God!” you exclaimed as you came. It was a different experience, thing were nice and slow and so fucking pleasurable for the first time with Loki. You slumped over him, too tired to hold yourself up on your own, while he pushed your shirt down, planting small kisses over your shoulder and neck, making you squirm on his lap.

“Fuck me Loki” you demanded, voice still sounding breathy from the intensity of you ‘first orgasm’.

Loki just smirks at you and lifts you up, walking you to the couch beside the armchair. He quickly places you down climbing up on you, strandling you quickly before you change your mind about anything. His hands start wandering on your body and you know he is going to be a tease, not giving you what you want, rather need, immediately. All you can do is take it. You wanted to be good.

You whined and moaned, whimpering, whenever he touched a sensitive spot on your body. His fingers traced your neck, your back and breast, reaching your sensitive inner thighs and arms. The sensation was almost ticklish, barely there, leaving you yearning for more.

After being satisfied by his work (making a desperate mess out of you), he starts to get off of you. You were looking anywhere but at him, not being able to take his teasing AND maintain eye contact. It was too intense, and he did not ask you too.

He moans around your swollen clit. “What the fuck!” you didn’t realize when he went down there, he didn't give you any warning, or touched you there, just reached out and took what he wanted to (in his mouth).

You can’t stop yourself from grinding against his face, his tongue. It felt heavenly. He would suck on your clit for a while, then give you kitten licks, maintaining a steady pace, which was slow but extremely precise. You were climbing the ladder steadily. But he didn’t like it. You moving meant he wouldn’t be able to give you PRECISELY what he wanted to, and that wouldn’t work now would it?

His hands gripped your hips, tightening his hold on you whenever you tried to move even a little bit. That would probably leave bruises!

What’s worse was that everytime you tried to move, he would slow down a little, or change pace abruptly, stringing you up tighter and tighter, but letting you fall down a little bit in between. (I guess there’s no Loki without some fun and frustration).

So you focused solely on keeping steady, but with no ropes and cuffs to keep you in place, it was really difficult, self control at times like these wasn’t really your thing!

“Be good.” he growled, moving one hand down to gather your slick from the entrance, and swirling it around. The dual sensation, however faint, had you howling in pleasure. An expression of “I know I am a god in bed too” crossed across his eyes. The cocky bastard! You wanted to roll your eyes at him for this, but as his fingers entered you, your orgasm had you rolling your eyes instead.

“Fuck!” you wailed, and screamed not able to keep yourself steady. But Loki still kept a firm grip on you, fingers seeking out all the sensitive spots on your wall, massaging them, simulating them very very slowly, dragging this out for you for as long as possible.

It was too intense, everything turned white behind your closed eyes, your body stretched and stiff, experiencing the best orgasm ever, and your ears started ringing.

Loki’s POV

She looked absolutely delicious when she came. I wanted her to come on my cock for so long! But making her wait was worth it. The way her cunt tightened around my fingers was absolutely sinful. And now I fuck her!

I .. wait, did she just pass out on me?! ‘Oh you little minx, is this how you repay me? Or this revenge on me for making you wait?’ I chuckled saying this, knowing full well that my little pet was in deep sleep.

I undressed her completely. Her body was glowing from the layer of sweat it had on it now. She looked like an angel.

It was very difficult for me to clean her off without sneaking in touches here and there. After I cleaned her I wrapped her in the fuzziest thing I could find, which she snuggled with instantly. Looking absolutely adorable, my nosy little pet!

I knew she was bothered by something. And I was surprised that she came to me seeking her solace. But now that it has happened, I am glad she came to me.

I am enjoying playing with her. She is more resilient than I thought. Maybe sometime when she is good like today I can reward her instead of punishing her.

Your POV

You woke up in a warm butter bowl. Wait no, that’s not correct. So.. You woke up naked with the softest fuzzy blanket wrapped around you. You find your phone and check the time to realize that you have been sleeping for 4 hours. You take a few minutes to think about what happened, with you in the office and with Loki. You couldn’t help but smile at it.

“DING” (internal brain noises). Call it post coitus clarity or whatever. The ding of your brain had you reaching for the bath gown and rushing out the door, you knew how to solve the issue at the office.

As you walked towards the apartment door, Loki called after you, looking a bit confused, asking you where you were going dressed like that. “Loki, there’s this office thing, and I. I have to attend to it. I have an idea. I won’t bore you with the details. I have to go. Quickly.” you said words, not in that particular order.

Loki though seems to have understood, as his magic dressed you up quickly. You turn around to leave. But stop to look at Loki and whisper a small thankyou. As you reach for the door handle, you feel him right behind you, How?

“You won't be thanking me when I see you on Saturday darling, I still need to fuck you. I hope you rest well little minx, because I don't plan on stopping like I did today” he growls, and licks your ear, making you blush deeply. You start leaving but at the last moment turn around to get on your tiptoes and plant a small kiss on Loki’s cheek. Loki’s eyes widen a little, and his features are adorned with the cutest smile you have seen on him.

You didn't admit it before but you did not, you were looking forward to Saturday.

(here's a gif of THAT smile, enjoy lovelies)

Thankyou so so much for reading my work. I think this series is reaching its end. I will soon start working on my first kinkoctober works. Please leave a link/name of writers/works who do kinkoctober. I need references. Thanks again! Love you all!!

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theladyofmanyfandomsfanfiction · 6 months

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Imagine Loki stealing your pie at the TVA…

The TVA was about to burst at the seams, Loki and Mobius were dashing about, and you didn’t know how to properly deal with the mayhem. So after a comforting chat with OB, you took his advice and went up to the kitchens to eat something sweet.

As you wandered about examining the availabilities, a slice of key-lime pie caught your attention. You remembered Mobius raving about it a while back and decided that there was no time like the present to give it a taste - at least, while the present existed.

Opening the small door, you reached in to grab the plate. Suddenly, a shoulder bumped into yours gently as slender hands also reached in for the same dish.

“Hey, that’s mi-” you began to say as the dessert was promptly lifted from your hands. You turned to scowl at the thief when a swift kiss was placed on your lips by none other than the raven-haired trickster.

“Thanks.” He said quickly.

With a soft sigh, you watched Loki head back to a table, set the pie down and take a seat. You grabbed a fork and followed him, pulling a nearby chair to join his side.

“One of these days kisses aren’t going to be good enough for pie thievery.” You told him. You drove the metal utensil into the dessert on Loki’s plate and took a generous serving for yourself.

Loki popped a piece of the pie in his mouth and shrugged. “What else would I compensate you with?”

Mobius had been silently listening to the bickering while he looked for his own pie amongst the varying foods and smirked to himself. “I can think of something…”

Choking, you pointed your fork at the man almost immediately. “Do not finish that sentence.”

Mobius raised his hands in defence and then his eyes lit up when he spotted a slice of key-lime pie behind you and beelined for it. “There you are.”

While he busied himself, you were thankful that Loki was too preoccupied to have heard the comment.

~ More imagines here ~

#theladyofmanyfandoms #theladyofmanyfandomsfanfiction #gif is not mine #imagine loki #loki imagine #loki fanfiction #loki x reader #loki laufeyson imagine #loki laufesyon x reader #loki series imagine #loki series x reader #marvel x reader #marvel imagine

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itsybitchylittlewitchy · 1 year

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Today's just been one of those days. All I want and need is to curl up in a cosy cabin, listening to the rain hit off the window while I cuddle up next to loki under a blanket with a book and a hot cup of tea 🥺

#loki hug #comfort character #today has been a struggle #imagine loki #loki imagine #cuddle #cosy #loki laufeyson #tom hiddleston #loki #marvel #loki x reader #lokean #loki fanfiction #loki odinson #loki x you

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ladylovesloki · 2 years

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Something Real

Pairings: Loki X Reader

Warnings: None yet

Summary: Reader is raising her twins in New Asgard, the sons of Loki. One night reader and her boys are having a fun Friday night when they get an unexpected guest.

I don’t know where this is going yet…we’ll find out together…🤷🏻‍♀️

“Vali! Momma said we need to finish our homework before we can play!”

Vali rolls his eyes at his twin brother, “relax Narfi, I’m just taking a little break.”

Narfi exhales and continues doing his work.

“Narfi! Vali! Are you guys done with your homework?” You yell from the kitchen where you are preparing dinner.

“Almost!” Vali responds back quickly getting back to doing his work. Narfi grinned at his brother and finished the remaining problems in his math homework.

“Done!” Narfi announces proudly, he packs up his books into his backpack and runs to the kitchen to claim his plate of food.

Vali once again rolls his eyes at his brother, over the little goody two shoes attitude. Vali was more prone towards mischief and having fun! Narfi was definitely a momma’s boy.

Vali finishes his work, puts away his things and heads towards the kitchen to wait for dinner.

Narfi was filling his plate and Vali apparently didn’t feel like waiting so he used his developing magical ability to get his serving so he didn’t have to wait.

“Hey!” Narfi yelps.

“Vali, how many times do I have to tell you? No magic in the house. You remember what happened last week don’t you?” You ask exasperated.

“I’m sorry mom, I’m starving! You know how much I love your lasagna..” boy gets his flattery from his father.

“Mmhhm..come on boys sit down and eat.”

The three of them sit down at the dinner table and have idle talk about their day. The boys talked about how school was and what they were learning, any assignments they have due. Narfi was excelling in his studies of course, the boy loved to read and he absorbed all of it like a sponge. Vali was doing well enough in school, he loved his physical activities and magic school. Thank goodness for New Asgard, if not for the remaining Asgardians she would have no idea how to raise such magical children.

Also the idea of them being alone terrified you, they had such a long lifespan and with Loki gone..you were the only parent they had left and you had maybe 60 more years left if you’re lucky. Thor usually came around to help with the twins, they were the only family he had left and you knew he would always be there for them.

You loved those boys. They were a piece of Loki. The only piece of Loki left.

You met when he tried taking over Earth, he was enamored by you and when he was posing as Odin he brought you to Asgard to be with him there. You knew it was wrong but you fell in love with him and Odin was an asshole. The last time you saw him he was shoving you onto the escape pod with his people when you were all escaping Ragnarok. He tricked you into believing he was going to escape with you but in the last moment he shoved you forward and closed the door behind you.

You screamed for them to open the doors and slammed your hands against them. The people inside the pod grabbed you so they can strap you in and all you could do is stare at Loki while he looked sadly at you through the window. Tears were falling down his face and once he saw that you were safely strapped in your seat with the rest of the people he pressed the release so the pod can fly off the doomed vessel.

To this day you hear yourself screaming for him in your dreams.

You found out you were pregnant shortly after you arrived on Earth.

At first you were devastated, you wanted Loki to be here with you. You weren’t supposed to do this alone. But then you saw it as a blessing, a part of him will live on. And then you found out you were having twins, Thor was so happy he burst into tears.

The birth was tough, they had never seen a jotun/human hybrid before so the healers didn’t know what to expect. Luckily Thor asked for the assistance of Pepper Potts and she was able to get the best doctors that were still there after the snap. They worked alongside Asgards remaining healers and delivered your twins successfully.

Years went on and then after the Avengers defeated Thanos, Thor took some time to travel around the universe. The boys were older and they were starting to go to school, you made sure to teach them your Earth customs while they were also living in New Asgard surrounded by Asgardians learning their culture as well.

The boys are now going on 8 years old and are currently in the 3rd grade. They have their math, science, social studies and language arts classes but they also have seidr lessons. Another trait that they inherited from their father and they almost destroyed your house on multiple occasions. Never on purpose of course, most of the time it would be completely random. You didn’t know anything about magic so you asked one of the Asgardian healers at work and she recommended one of the old seidr teachers that survived Ragnarok.

So now twice a week after their other classes, they have their seidr lessons.

They know who their dad is. You explained to them about what happened in New York, how he was controlled by Thanos, you didn’t tell them how he died..maybe when they were older. You did make sure that they knew he would’ve loved them desperately. And you know he would have, you just hope you are raising them the way he would’ve wanted.

You all finish your meals, “alright guys, you wanna watch a movie or have a game night?” It was Friday night so no need to be up early the next day for school and being Prince Loki’s baby momma has its perks, like not working on the weekends…

Narfi looks at you, “can we go outside and make s’mores?”

You nod, “sure baby we can do that..Vali? You ok with that or did you want to do something else?”

He shakes his head and leans back in his chair, his eyes trained on the ceiling, “no, s’mores sounds good. Just gimmie a minute, I’m stuffed..”

You giggle at his silliness, “alright boys, help me clean up here and we can go outside and get the s’mores started.”

They help you clean up after dinner and collect all of the items for their s’mores, you get outside with some blankets just in case you get cold. The boys of course never get cold..

You start the fire in the small pit you have in your backyard and hand the boys their tools for s’mores.

You are about to get started roasting and then you see an orange door pop up out of nowhere on the other side of the backyard.

You stand up and make sure the boys are behind you, you get your phone ready to call Val just in case.

You wait a moment and then out steps Loki.

He’s wearing a dirty button up, a tie and slacks. His short hair a mess and he’s covered in bruises and cuts.

He looks at you for a moment, “y/n?”

“What the hell is this?” You ask breathlessly.

“Mom?” You hear Narfi behind you sounding so small and afraid.

You turn and look at the twins, “go inside and lock the door, do not come out until you hear my or Aunt Val’s voice. Understand?”

Vali stands tall, “no mom, we’re not leaving. Is that….?…”

“I don’t know who that is baby, but it is not your father.” You try to calm him.

“I beg your pardon? Did you just say father?” You hear Loki ask behind you.

You turn around, “You..You don’t talk!”…you say sharply to him.

He holds his hands up in surrender, his eyebrows raised at the tone of your voice.

“Mom…that’s dad..”

“No baby, it’s not. Your dad died, I wouldn’t lie to you about that.”

“How can you say that?! He’s standing right there!”

“Vali, let me talk to him alone and see what this is about.”

“No, we talk to him together.” He insists.

“No Vali, he could be dangerous..”

He ignores you and looks to Loki.

“Are you my dad?”

Loki looks uncomfortable, “I…It’s hard to explain.”

“We have time it’s not a school night.”

“Vali! Go inside with your brother.”

“No! You lied to us. You just wanted to keep us from him!”

“No baby, I promise you. Let me talk to him, when I know it’s safe you and your brother can ask all of the questions you want.”

Vali looks at you and then looks at Loki.

“Don’t hurt my mom.”

“Loki holds up his hands again, “I wouldn’t dream of it.”

Vali takes Narfi by the shoulders and leads him inside, no doubt to sit by the window and keep a close eye on the two adults outside.

You watch them close the door and you turn your gaze to Loki.

“Who are you?”

“I am Loki, though not the Loki you knew. I am from a different timeline.”

“Ok..and what are you doing here?”

“As I said..it’s hard to explain.”

“Well like my son said, it’s not a school night…I have the time.”

“Are they truly my…your Loki’s children?”

You take a moment to think about how you should answer him, he could still be an imposter just wanting to hurt you and take your powerful children. You can imagine the children of Loki would sell for a high price.

“Yes.”

“And he died?”

“Yes, Thanos…” you clear the lump in your throat and try to hold back your tears, “Thanos killed him on his way to Earth. What are you doing here?”

“I am looking for a new timeline to call home, you see my timeline no longer exists. I have no home, I have been traveling to different timelines to find one where I can assimilate myself into. So far this is the only one that seems like it would fit my needs.”

“Your needs? And what would your needs be?”

“Peace. I just want peace.”

“So you choose a timeline where you have kids? You sure you don’t want to search some more?”

“No, please..they seem…wonderful. What family do I have left in this timeline?”

“Umm..your brother is still alive..that’s it.”

“Ah..I was hoping I found one where mother might’ve survived..”

“This is crazy, why should I believe any of this?”

He takes a few steps towards you closing the distance, “I remember you from New York, you tried desperately to save me, to reach to my humanity. To be honest with you whenever you were around the Other’s influence was less effective. The last I remember of you, I had left you at your home far away from the city to keep you safe. I promised you I would come for you after my victory.��

“Yea well you lost and went to Asgard and then you came and got me like 2 years later. We lived on Asgard together for a while and then when Ragnarok happened we all came here..well you died on the way..”

“Yes. Thanos..he..he his dead on this timeline now yes?” He asks nervously.

“Yea he’s dead, thanks to the Avengers and then some.”

He breathes in relief, “good…good.”

You take a good look at him and he looks disheveled, “did you want to come inside and get some water?”

“Yes, water would be lovely, thank you.”

You make your way to the house and you hear the sound of the boys running from the window, probably getting into a position to make it look like they weren’t watching them from the window.

“Boys? You can come out..”

You see them walk out of Vali’s room hand in hand.

“Ok guys..this is a lot to take in..I’m not even sure if I understand it to be honest..come sit and I’ll explain.”

The twins sit down and you tell them what Loki told you, “so you see guys, your father, from our timeline did die. This Loki is from a different one where you guys don’t exist yet.”

Narfi finally finds his voice, “so this daddy doesn’t love you?”

You look over at Loki and he again had a very uncomfortable look on his face, “no baby, this Loki doesn’t love me.”

He looks down sadly, “oh..”

You lift up Narfi’s face with your finger, “what’s wrong baby?”

His blue eyes fill with tears and he sniffles, “I was hoping that this daddy would stay with us and we can be a family…but if he doesn’t love you then he won’t want to stay..”

Loki kneels in front of Narfi, “oh my boy, I have to learn my place here in this time, I wish to spend as much time with you two as I can..if that’s alright?”

Loki looks over to you, silently asking permission. You look over at the twins and they have the same look on their little faces. Spitting images of their father.

“It’s getting late, we’ll talk more about all of this in the morning.”

“But mooommm!” Vali let’s out a wine, “but mom nothing, you guys are up way later than usual. Come on go brush your teeth and get in bed.”

“Fiiinnee..” they both walk over to you and give you a hug and a kiss.

Narfi walks over to Loki and puts out his hand, Loki looks down at it and then takes Narfi’s little hand in his giving it a little shake.

“It’s nice to meet you.”

“It’s nice to meet you too Narfi.” Loki looks over to Vali, “and you as well Vali, I am glad to see your mother has a strong protector in her home.”

Vali doesn’t say anything, just looks at Loki suspiciously and reaches for Narfi’s hand. “Come on Narfi, let’s get ready for bed.”

The twins leave you and Loki in the living room and you look over at Loki, “hungry?”

He thinks a moment, “actually yes..”

“Ok, I’ll fix you a plate.” You get up and go to the kitchen, you grab some of the left over lasagna and warm it up. As you’re getting his meal ready, Loki walked into the kitchen and watched you work.

You place his plate on the table and pull out the chair, “your meal your highness.”

He laughs and you are hit was a pang of sadness, you missed Loki so much, but this isn’t your Loki.

He sits down and starts to eat, “this is delicious!”

You giggle, “thank you. You can sleep in the guest room, it used to be Thor’s old room so you might find some of his things in there still.”

He all of a sudden looks upset.

“Ah, so even the woman that bore my children was enamored by my brother. Tell me. Did you immediately jump into my brothers bed after my death or did you wait until my body was cold at least?”

“You don’t get to do that. You have no idea what it has been like. Your brother was all we had after you died. I have never, will never sleep with Thor. I haven’t been able to sleep with anyone since you died. I can’t stop seeing your eyes when I close mine, your laugh, your smile..your death broke me Loki, if I wasn’t pregnant with the boys….”

You dry your eyes and stand up from the dinner table, “the bathroom is down the hall, last door on the right. The guest room is next door to it, you can use that for now while we try to get ahold of your brother to figure out what we’re going to do from here.”

You don’t say anything else and you don’t give him the opportunity to say anything, you just turn around and leave towards your room.

You get to your room and close the door, you rest your back against it and slide down, tears streaming down your face. This was too much. How were you going to do this?

Knock Knock Knock

“Y/n” you hear Loki’s voice on the other side.

“What?”

“Can we speak? Please?”

You dry your face once again, stand up and open the door.

You see Loki, looking down in shame.

“I’m sorry y/n. I had no right. You are absolutely correct, I have no idea what it was like for you after my…his death. I am thankful my brother stayed and helped you with the twins, it’s what I would expect of my family.”

You look up at him and finally meet his gaze, “thank you for your apology Loki, I forgive you. I’ll see you tomorrow morning, we’ll talk more ok?”

“Yes. Until then.”

He turns and walks down the hall, you close the door again and get ready for bed. Anxious for what tomorrow is going to bring.

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fanfic-collection · 3 months

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Imagine Loki at some sort of press conference, spotting you in the crowd. He murmurs how beautiful you are, not realizing you (and everyone else) can hear him.

#imagine loki

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theartofimagining13 · 1 year

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Imagine:

It’s yours and Steven/Marc’s wedding day but your ex Loki decides to show up and make trouble. The venue quickly turns into a lethal battlefield with the two men fighting over you.

#I miss Thomas... don't y'all miss Thomas? Goddamn it he needs new projects. Cool ass projects. Give me violence William #Imagine Loki #Imagine Moon Knight #Loki x reader #Marc Spector x reader #Steven Grant x reader #Loki #Marc Spector #Steven Grant #Oscar Isaac #Tom Hiddleston #Imagine #Moon Knight

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space-mermaid-writing · 2 years

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The witchling and the god [Loki x Witch!Reader] Chapter 1

This is now your job. Why? Because you’re a witch. You’re not sure why this qualifies you, but here you are, giving it a shot. What could possibly go wrong?

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Chapter's Note: Well, here it is! A brand new Loki x Reader series. It's finished on paper and will be updated regularly. New chapters every Saturday. As always: thanks to my lovely beta @zaria-04

Chapter 1: You have my attention

You flash your brand new work badge at the SHIELD agents that greet you after you step out of the elevator. They also take a look in your bag, but find nothing they don’t like and let you pass.

The next door leads you into one of the large suites of the Avenger Tower. It’s an open room concept: a luxury living room with a kitchen, a dining area and a bar. There, one of the walls is one giant window with a magnificent view over the city.

There are several doors into the private rooms. The two Asgardian princes live in the suite, but you see neither of them. You take a quick glance at your watch, and see that you are on time.

"Hello?" you call out questioningly to the room as you walk through it. There's no answer.

You place a bag from a bakery on the coffee table. Everyone likes pastries, right? And it's still early enough that it could count as breakfast.

Then you sit down on the couch and wait. For this occasion you've chosen a smart casual outfit with pants and a beautiful blouse. Not quite the style you normally prefer, but it fits the job and the city.

You somewhat wonder what you are doing here.

A few days ago, Stephen Strange contacted you with a request for a job. They were looking for someone to help Loki fit in with the team. To become socially acceptable, so to speak.

He had been given the choice of sitting in a cell in Asgard or serving some sort of community service probation on Midgard. Probably neither option had appealed him much, but as far as Thor had let slip, ‘unworthy people were still more bearable than the stern presence of father’ – Loki’s words

In any case, the Avengers and Shield both felt that as long as Loki was on Earth, he should be under supervision.

Strange asked you because they were looking for someone from outside, preferably someone with skills. The Sorcerer Supreme himself doesn't have the time or inclination to deal with this. But he recommended you because he seems to think you're quite good at dealing with people.

This elicited an amused snort from you, because you've spent the last decade in a small cottage in a remote part of Europe, meeting people only when work requires it.

But apparently the Avengers were desperate enough that they invited you in for an interview anyway. You got a plane ticket emailed to you, which merely elicits another laugh from you.

On the day of the interview, the door to Tony Stark's office suddenly lit up as you stepped through.

"I take it you're the witch Doctor Wizard told us about?" He greeted you with raised eyebrows.

"And you are the flying tin man," you replied just to tease him.

He took an instant liking to you and that was a good foundation for this job interview. He explained to you the details of what this was all about.

"We need someone who tries to understand him, if that is even possible. Some kind of responsible contact person. Preferably someone who won't be easily intimidated by him."

"A babysitter," you summarized.

"Babysitter, friend, chaperon. Call it what you will, Sabrina. So far, Loki has been too unpredictable and therefore a threat. Thor can't be by his side 24/7. Besides, the relationship between the two isn't always the best either. If you're successful, we'll be all eternally grateful. And, of course, there's hard cash money in for you."

"I don't know if I can make a difference," you admitted, "You can't change people just like that."

He didn't seem to hold it against you and merely shrugged.

"It's worth a shot. I won't hold it against you if it doesn't work. We're just running out of options here."

That did make you a little curious.

"What else did you try?" you asked.

"A lot. So… yeah. It can only get better."

He offered you a drink, but you declined. You took the job, because you were curious. It was not everyday you get the chance to meet Norse gods.

If they would show up, that is.

You wait an hour before you get up and leave. You leave the paper bag, otherwise there is no evidence of your visit. As agreed, as soon as you're back in the elevator, you call Stark to give him a report.

"You lasted longer than I thought, Sabrina," he greets you, right after the first ring, as if he had waited for your call.

"That would probably be more impressive if Loki had actually shown up," you reply, giving him a brief summary of your less than eventful meeting.

"According to Jarvis, Loki hasn't left the floor," Tony notes after a brief pause. "It's a game for him. Everything is."

"Well, I've got time. And honestly, I'm not complaining when I get paid for just sitting there," you say with a shrug.

"That's the spirit. See you tomorrow, Sabrina." You guess Tony really likes giving nicknames.

You leave the elevator and walk through the corridors. Tony has given you the key card to a room where you can make yourself at home. Not that you plan on staying here outside of your job hours, but it's nice to have a retreat where you can be undisturbed. Plus, you can set up a permanent portal to your home there. It's easier and faster than having to open a new one every time.

The door to your room is in the middle of the hallway and you can recognize it only by its number, because they look all the same. You hold the key card in front of the scanner and with a short ‘beep’ the lock opens.

You step inside. The room looks like a spacious hotel room. In the front there is a small sitting area with several armchairs. A work desk is facing the wall. Further back is a queen sized bed and on the wall opposite is a dresser with a TV. Everything is in neutral colors.

You see two more doors. One leads to a modern, bright bathroom, while the other to a walk-in closet. You choose the latter to set up your portal. You take chalk out of your bag and draw runes on the door frame, muttering words softly. It's a complicated pattern, but over the years you've memorized it. You always know your way back home.

After you have made the last line and said the last word, the chalk lights up briefly and burns into the frame. You touch a specific rune and open the door. On the other side you see the kitchen in your cottage.

Satisfied with your work, you step home.

The next morning you walk at the same time into the suite of the Asgardian princes. And you are greeted by the same picture as the day before: a seemingly empty apartment.

"Hello?" you call out questioningly, announcing your arrival. Even if you are sure that you haven’t gone unnoticed.

Again, you get no answer.

On the coffee table is still the baker's bag you picked up yesterday and when you look inside, you see that the contents are untouched. As if no one had been here in the meantime.

"It’s very nice of Stark to send me a new pet toy," you suddenly hear a deep voice. It sounds like a dark velvet cloak wrapping around your shoulders. Not comfortable and relaxing, but heavy. As if it wanted to capture you and never let go.

The voice sounds so close behind you that you whirl around in surprise, your hands clenched into fists.

In front of you stands Loki, grinning amused at you. This is exactly the kind of reaction he wanted to evoke. He wears Asgardian clothes: dark trousers that seem to be made of leather or a similar material and a wraparound dark green tunic , decorated at the edges with fine golden lines. Everything fits perfectly, as if it were tailor-made for him.

You draw your brows together and your expression turns cool. You hate being startled like this.

"I'm not a toy," you clarify. Thankfully, your words sound more confident than you feel. Your heart is still pounding up to your throat, but you try to calm it down with a deep breath.

"My name is-…"

"I don't care," Loki interrupts you, seeming almost bored. "You won't be here for long anyway."

What a nice greeting.

Loki's eyes scrutinize you closely, wandering down your body and back up again. Outwardly, he can't see any trace of fear on you. Just maybe a hint of discomfort because he's standing in your personal space.

"You're different. What are you? Another PR agent? A SHIELD agent? A psychiatrist?"

His voice turns to liquid oil running down the back of your neck. It's like he's trying to make you slip so you'll make a mistake. He takes another step toward you, but you don’t retreat. Instead you look up at him, almost defiantly.

Your fingers next to your body are tense, ready to defend or even attack should he venture any further. But you don't intend to let him upset you so easily.

"Neither," you reply shortly, breaking eye contact now to circle the coffee table. You sit down at the same spot as yesterday and invite Loki with a gesture to sit down as well.

He ignores this invitation. "What are you then?” he demands to know instead.

"Does it matter?" You cross your legs and tilt your head. "I thought I wouldn’t be here for long anyway."

Loki eyes you again, but this time with more interest. You imagine to see the corners of his mouth twitching upward minimally as he finally sits down on the couch.

"You have my attention."

That's a start. The beginning of a normal conversation. You just have to play your cards right. You pull out a small notebook and a pen from your bag.

"Do you prefer to be called Mr. Odinson or Mr. Laufeyson?" you ask the Asgardian.

Immediately, his face darkens. "I despite both," he hisses.

You don’t press into details. "So just Loki?"

"'My Prince' or 'Your Highness' will do."

He grins slyly, showing his white teeth. It's like the smile of a snake about to lunge forward and bite. His whole attitude is like someone who is used to making everyone jump at his every command. You make a little note in your book.

Spoiled brat.

"I understand that you are Asgardian Royalty but I don't care about titles or ranks. How about Mr. Loki?"

It annoys him that you don't react to him. "How would you like it if I called you ‘my little pet’?"

"I wouldn't like that."

"If you say so, pet."

This is going to be a long day.

"I think it's quite fitting,” Loki smirks.

You look at your watch. "Well, it was certainly nice to meet you, but I'm afraid I have to go."

You actually don't but you have enough of Loki for one day. If anything his presence is draining. You heard what he can be capable of and even though you're not afraid, you're still on guard. After all, you've been walking this earth for some decades and you're not reckless.

You rise and Loki nods to yesterday's bakery bag, still untouched on the table. "Your offerings have not found favor with this god. Take them with you. I don't want them. Make an effort next time."

You are exceptionally calm as you turn around to him one last time. "I will make as much of an effort as this god deserves."

The door closes before you can hear his answer.

So that was the famous, infamous God of mischief. You don't wonder why so many people seem to have quit this job after only a few days. He is intense. But at least he showed up today and you were able to talk to him. You count that as a success.

You send a short report to Tony as you take the elevator up. There is an area that has been described to you as a general location in the tower. Curious about it, you head there.

It's on the upper floors and turns out to be a large lounge with access to an outdoor area. There are several couches, a large bar and a stunning view of the city.

Through an open passageway, you see a kitchen area. There, you look through the cabinets for a bowl to put the pastries from the bag. Just because Loki doesn't want them, it’s no reason to throw them away. You take one for yourself and put the rest at the bar for everyone.

Your cottage is located in the middle of nowhere, a good distance away from the nearest village. There are a few small trees around it and it is bordered by berry hedges. In the back you have several herb beds, which you always take care of diligently.

The house itself is not very big, but it is enough for you. The main room is a large kitchen, where you spend most of your time. Even now you are standing there. Around you float several bowls and a whisk that moves by itself, stirring a batter.

You open one of the many cabinets at the wall and search the compartments for a particular jar. Most of it is sorted alphabetically, because otherwise you would lose track with all the ingredients and supplies you store here.

"Caterpillars, caramel chicken beaks… ah, cocoa."

You pull out a jar of brown powder and add a few spoonfuls to the bowl with the spinning whisk.

Cooking and brewing potions are often not so different. You just have to be careful which pot you use for what.

Today you're baking, because spurred on by Loki's words, you want to bring him something he'll like. Normally, such challenges don't interest you, but in this case it's different. Last time you brought him something from a baker. This time he will get something from your own kitchen. And you'll be damned if he doesn't like it.

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