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imnotrevealingmyname · 2 years

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Sleepy

Loki X Fem!Reader

Warnings: None?

A/N: I've honestly given up on getting any interaction from y'all at this point but still, just as a reminder, I will block people who like but don't interact.

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Loki bent over her to brush the hair out of her eyes. "Someone's sleepy,"he mumbled, smiling lips shaping the words on her forehead. She frowned, and he held in a snort.

"Not yet,"she grunted, continuing to scroll, eyes fixed on the screen.

Loki rolled his eyes, straightening up and sinking down onto the other end of the sofa. He pretended to watch something on his phone while eyeing her discreetly.

One, two, three, four…

"Mmph!"

The phone slipped from her fingers and fell on her face, making her jump back awake. She made a small noise and straightened her glasses, and Loki was torn between amusement and a desire to wrap her up in a blanket and kiss her nose. Which she probably wouldn't appreciate at this moment, given how stubborn she was about going to bed early.

She looked disgruntled for a moment, fumbling with her phone as he still assumed a mask of casual indifference, biting back smiles. He pretended not to hear her guilty laugh that she quickly turned into a cough, which then transformed slowly into a tiny yawn which she quickly tried to suppress.

Little minx.

Loki kept a keen eye on her, trying not to laugh as she glanced at him quickly to check if he had noticed. He pretended not to have seen anything, but the sparkle in his eyes must have given him away.

"Gah,"she made a half annoyed, half amused noise, and half-heartedly threw a cushion at his leg. "Stop looking at me like that."

"Like what?"

"Mm!"she scowled, clearly biting her lower lip to conceal a smile as she shifted on the couch, taking the antimacassar with her as she scooted closer to him and rolled over so she was lying on her belly facing him.

Loki went back to his pretence of ignoring her and of not seeing her scooching closer and closer until her head was practically in his lap.

When she finally collapsed in his lap with a groan and looked up at him with big, pleading eyes, looking slightly sulky, he laughed, bending down to plant the tiniest of kisses on her nose. She crinkled it up, making a soft sound of content and closing her eyes.

"Bed, sweet?"

"Mm."

She was already out like a light when Loki carried her to bed.

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dangertoozmanykids101 · 1 year

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Mistaken: An Arranged Marriage Bratva Romance, by Arianna Fraser (aka @caffiend-queen )

Look what arrived last night!!! Written by our very own brilliant @caffiend-queen !!

I love the cover my dear. But of course we all know that our main anti-hero / dastardly villain / antagonistic Adonis REALLY looks like, don't we y'all.

The REAL Maksim Morozov

I continue to ramble and swoon over this book and its characters after the break below. I've chosen gifs to fit my mental picture and a theme song I've assigned to @caffiend-queen 's book.

Walking with his bodyguard.

Always on the phone.

Weight of society's underbelly rests on his shoulders. Wide wide broad muscular shoulders that block out the sun when he towers over his beautiful Ella Givens, our brilliant protagonist and heroine in this story.

And the Real Yuri Morozov - Maksim's second hand man and cheeky loyal brother.

Don't forget, he's Maksim's right hand man. So dangerous!! *Gulp.

He's the personable friendly brother. He's the lucky one who doesn't have to strike fear in everyone ALL THE TIME. He's allowed to smile and laugh sometimes. OMG I WANT TO FUCK THE BROTHER! I'm Team Yuri all the way!! Am I allowed to call out a Team Yuri?

Damn. It would have been so much easier to pick out the right image if the characters were simple and two dimensional. RIGHT?

But like all of @caffiend-queen 's characters - these two men - two terrifying, beautiful, brave, ruthless, loyal, sexy, kinky, fucked up, violent, infuriating men have a lifetime of experiences that add up to who they are today. There are so many moods, so many hats, so many roles they play with every different character, who they are to them, how they act with them. How much they reveal and when. When do they let their guard down versus when they don't. In the end, the men are just living roles they were dealt within the world they were born into. Trying to survive, thrive even, and take care of their family.

OMG.... The ACTION SCENES!! This is so intense I've been on the edge of my seat!

Y'all gotta read this!!!

Check in with @caffiend-queen for info. It hit the 'bookshelves' just this month. Both e-book and the hard copy. I love it!

One morning I heard the PERFECT theme song for the chapters I'd been reading the night before. The entire drive to school and back I had to play it multiple times. (And it's now my son's favorite song, so he has been requesting it specifically each car ride for a couple weeks. It goes to say that the whole family can sing it word for word by this point.)

I'm so excited to have all y'all listen to it and tell me if you can see the intense action scenes from the book play out in your mind like they do in mine when this song plays. Please let me know what you think??

Give And Take, by Poor Man's Poison.

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cozy-the-overlord · 2 years

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Taking Notes

Summary: You need a whiteboard. Loki offers to be of assistance.

Word Count: 1,926

Pairing: Loki x Gender Neutral Reader

A/N: This spawned when I was obsessively outlining my creative writing honors thesis and complaining that I needed a whiteboard, and @naterson jokingly suggested I write on Loki. This is very silly and ridiculous and not particularly good, but I finished it so I figured I might as well post it. I pictured this reader being the same as that in Burning The Midnight Oil, but this isn't a sequel or anything-- you don't need to read that to understand this.

Thanks for reading!

Warnings: Shirtlessness? Loki is shirtless for most of this, but it’s all very silly and innocent-- nothing sexual

Tags: @lucywrites02 @gaitwae @whatafuckingdumbass @the-emo-asgardian @imnotrevealingmyname @electroma89 @lokislittlesigyn @moumouton4 @theredrenard @justdontmindmetm @lostgreekgod @naterson

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“Okay,” you say, and bite your lip. The marker is thinner than you expected it to be, but that doesn’t stop you from anxiously clicking the cap on and off and on and off again, the snapping noise blending into the backdrop of your notes-strewn dorm as you study your … canvas. “Are you ready?”

You can’t see Loki’s face from where he’s standing, face towards the wall and bare back to you, but you can tell he’s smirking. “As I’ll ever be, darling.” He stretches his arms out behind him, flexing the lean muscles of his shoulders, and chuckles at your soft inhale.

Cheeks aflame, you uncap the marker a final time and prepare to write.

Luckily your roommate is gone tonight, because you don’t think you would be able to explain this to her. You’re not even sure you can explain it to yourself. It had started when Loki arrived earlier this evening— it’s become an implicit understanding that he stay the night whenever your roommate is out, something you’re exceedingly grateful for (it spares you from the shame of having to admit you hate spending nights alone)—to find the unhinged chaos of a notorious procrastinator flying around the room, trying to do a month’s worth of work in two days.

“I need a whiteboard!” you had shouted at him, rummaging through your notes like a raccoon in a dumpster. The outline for your honors thesis was due at the end of the week, and there was too much to write, too much to keep track of, too much to see all at once. You had been violently suppressing the urge to go “fuck it” and just start writing on the wall above your bed.

Loki, for his part, had seem torn between confusion and amusement. “I beg your pardon?”

“A whiteboard!” You couldn’t find the scrap of paper with the character names you decided upon. “I need to write it all out so I can see it!”

Sometimes, you wonder what it would be like to have a normal boyfriend. How would a regular person have responded to such a dilemma? Suggest taping your notes to the wall, perhaps? Offer to help you organize everything? Certainly not smirk like a little gremlin with mischief in his eyes and purr, “Well, you could write it on me.”

Then again, you were the one who, after realizing that this was an offer put forth in the upmost sincerity, cocked your head to the side and said “okay.”

It had been goofy, the two of you rushing off to make a post-midnight Walgreens run for body markers (Loki had been fully prepared to let you scribble all over his back in Sharpie, but you had to draw the line somewhere), goofy in a fun, silly sort of way. It was cathartic—after so many hours stuffed away in your stuffy little dorm, the night air was fresh on your skin, and it felt good to giggle. But now, holding the marker just above his shoulder blades, you suddenly feel overwhelmed in a wave of self-consciousness.

“Don’t keep me waiting, darling,” Loki teases, but when you don’t answer he turns behind him to look at you. “Is something wrong?”

You hesitate. “This is weird.” You glance back up at him, not sure what you’re seeking. “This is weird, right?”

“Very,” he agrees. “But that doesn’t make it any less delightful.”

You raise an eyebrow. “Me taking notes all over your back is delightful?”

“Of course!” Loki smiles. “Any moment spent with you is delightful.”

Oh. Well that’s just incredibly sweet. Your eyes drop to the floor, unable to hold his gaze nor stifle the grin spreading across your face.

He’s laughing at your reaction, but it’s a warm sound, so light and airy it makes you feel weightless. “Do you still wish to continue?”

You mumble a yes, toying with the marker cap as he turns back towards the wall. Goodness, his back. His back is so gorgeous. You feel slightly lascivious, just ogling him like this, but you can’t help yourself. He’s just so smooth. You want to run your fingers down his spine, trace the lines of his body beneath your hands. You’ll never get over how soft his skin is. You love lying in bed with him, head on his chest, drawing circles on his stomach with your finger as he sleepily plays with your hair.

But enough of that thought.

Loki twitches when you write the first letter, and you pull back in an instinctual panic.

“Are you alright?”

“Oh, perfectly,” he laughs in an exhale. “It’s a rather odd sensation, is all. Warmer than I imagined.”

That made sense, you suppose. You’ve been clutching the thing in your hand for goodness knows how long, after all, and Loki tends to be ultra-sensitive to any kind of heat. Still, you hesitate a moment before continuing.

It’s an interesting experience, writing on someone’s skin. Certainly nothing like the whiteboard you coveted earlier. You’re certain that the awkward heat in your cheeks will be there to stay for the whole of this process, but as you delve deeper into your notes, the frenzied writer who blocks out everything else around them begins to return. As stressed as you’ve been recently, you’re excited for this project. The decision to apply for a creative writing honors thesis had been a horrifically last minute thing, one that involved a sleepless night or two of panicked planning and crying to Loki over the phone because he was out of town and couldn’t be there in person to talk you through things, but now that that stage was through, there was almost something soothing about it, planning the characters and situations and drawing out this world that previously existed only in your mind. It was almost entrancing enough to distract you from the fact that your whiteboard is breathing.

Loki chuckles as you kneel on the floor behind him—you’re only trying to reach his lower back without straining your own, but the position also puts you in a direct line of sight to his, ah, posterior, and of course he knows it.

“You’re a thorough little thing, aren’t you?”

Your cheeks flood with heat. “Stop it!”

“I’m only making an observation.”

“Well—” you can’t think of a comeback. “… stop.”

Loki cackles.

But you find your revenge soon enough, when your fingers brush across the side of his ribcage—completely by accident, you weren’t even paying attention at first—and you can’t help but notice the way his muscles tense.

Well, isn’t that interesting.

You smirk and do it again.

A hand grabs your wrist, so suddenly you let out a squeak. Gosh, his hands are big. You look up to see Loki glowering down at you. “Stop that.”

You, however, are glowing with the power of new discovery. “You’re ticklish!”

“I am no such thing.”

“Oh?” You drop the marker to tickle his ribcage with your free hand, and he swats it away with his. He’s trying to keep a straight face, but you can see the smile straining to escape behind his eyes as he scolds you.

“Naughty thing.”

“Hey, this was your idea—”

“I was offering assistance. You are exploiting my goodwill.”

“Yeah?” You’re struggling to hold back your laughter. “So you just offered to strip for the greater good?”

He raises his eyebrows, holding both of your wrists now as he pulls you to your feet. “Are you telling me you didn’t appreciate my charity?” he asks, voice dripping with faux indignation. “After everything I’ve done for you? Oh, you wound me, darling.”

You’re definitely giggling now, wishing you could hide your face against his shirt as you squirm against his grip, but of course, he’s not wearing one, and somehow the thought of pressing against his bare chest doesn’t do anything to soothe the flustered hive buzzing within yours. You opt instead to nuzzle against his neck, laughing as he squirms from the sudden movement.

“You are so ticklish.”

“And you’re incorrigible,” he mutters, nosing against your hair. “Preying upon my weaknesses with such giddiness. Have you no shame?”

You’re going to respond, but your words are swallowed whole by a monster yawn that you can’t quite stifle in time. Loki frowns.

“It’s late,” he says. “I ought to have insisted you go to bed ages ago.”

“It’s not that bad,” you say, although the dull ache behind your eyes says differently. “I’m usually up way later than this.”

“That isn’t the convincing argument that you think it is, sweet.”

No, you supposed it wasn’t. You know he’s right—you’re definitely going to hate yourself when you have to get up for class tomorrow morning. But you don’t want to go to bed. Bed would signal the end of the night, the end of your free time, the end of this ridiculous, lovely moment with Loki, and you don’t want it to end just yet. Instead, you wrap your arms around his neck, feather light touches on the top of his back as you begin to sway.

Loki raises an eyebrow. “And what are we doing now, love?” Even so, he follows your lead, rocking gently back and forth in place, letting you melt further into his embrace.

“I don’t know,” you hum. “Dancing.”

He laughs. “Is that so?”

“Mm-hmm.” Your hand slips a little too far down his back and you cringe at the feeling of wet paint. “You need a bath.”

“That’s your own doing, I’m afraid.”

“You can’t go to bed like that,” you huff. “I just washed my sheets.”

“True,” he says, his breath warm on your cheek. “But you can.”

“I don’t want to though.”

“I know,” he says. “But it’s late darling. You need your sleep.”

“I have so much to do tomorrow.” The stupid outline is just one of your headaches. You really should have finished it tonight. Stupid, letting yourself get distracted like that. You ought to know better …

“Hey, none of that.” You don’t know how Loki can always tell when you’re slipping, but he does, and holds you closer, tipping your chin up so you can’t avoid the fixedness in his sparkling eyes. “You’re a deeply talented, capable individual, more so than anyone I’ve ever met. You have nothing to fear.”

You laugh, even as your cheeks heat up at the ardor in his voice. “Now that’s a lie if I’ve ever heard one.”

“It most certainly is not.” Loki is firm. “I don’t lie to you, darling.” He gives you a gentle smile. “Which is why I must insist that you go to bed. I’ll join you after I bathe.”

You relent with a sigh. “Okay.”

…

You’re nearly asleep by the time he comes back, just awake enough to recognize the scent of your cucumber body wash as he joins you beneath the blankets of your cramped little bunk. He murmurs an apology but you hardly register it, tangling yourself in his embrace at first opportunity. Loki lets out a breathy chuckle at your clinginess—any other instance you might have been embarrassed at yourself, but it’s dark and you’re tired and so you nuzzle against his neck, unashamed in your cuddling. He presses a kiss to the top of your head and you melt.

“I enjoyed being your whiteboard tonight,” he whispers against your hair.

You giggle despite yourself. “Yeah … I did too.”

Even in the dark, you can tell that he’s grinning. “I thought you might.”

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shiningloki · 4 years

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Get On Your Knees And Pray To Me - Chapter 16

Get On Your Knees And Pray To Me - Chapter 16/?

(LOKI X READER)

When the Goddess of Sex dies, Odin is desperately searching for someone to fit her role. The lust and passion are disappearing from the realms and he needs a suitable replacement. Apparently, Loki is extremely interested.

After becoming the God of Sex, Loki hears you praying to him about how you want to lose your virginity. He's curious about you and decides he'd like to your answer your prayers in a bit more personal manner.

Loki comes to you, ravishes you, and when neither of you can resist the temptations of one another, you quickly enter into an intimate deal full of pleasure, lust, and your complete submission.

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Chapter 16: A Wake Up Call Between Your Legs

Word Count: 9598

Summary: For the first time since Loki met you, he decides to stay the night in your bed. Holding you has roused some interesting thoughts on Loki’s end, so it’s time to take a look into his mind and what goes on throughout the night. And in the morning, it only feels appropriate for Loki to devour you thoroughly.

NSFW, SMUT, DOMINANT LOKI, MORNING SEX, SPANKING, TW: CREEPY MEN (seems appropriate to tag this)

Loki slept peacefully.

It was a marvelous thing, he realized, how blissful a long, peaceful sleep actually felt. He had not slept that way in years - decades, centuries, he lost count. He really had not slept normally since that terrible night when he was fourteen, but with you, that changed. The warmth of your body lulled him into a deep, restful sleep.

Loki did not even intend to fall asleep. Honestly, he was planning on just holding you throughout the night. When you fell asleep on his chest and your snores filled the room, Loki had chuckled and kissed the top of your head. Those snores, as stupid and as horrid as they were, were yours. They were a sign of your life and rest and simple existence. Your snores bounced off the walls and rang in his ears, and he loved it. He loved hearing you and feeling your breath reflect off his naked skin. It made him hold you a bit tighter, impossibly closer to his body.

And those very snores helped drag him to the depths of unconsciousness. It was a mix of your snores, your body heat, and your arms around him that came to form a cocktail designed to send him to sleep. Loki tried to fight it - because sleep brought nightmares, nightmares brought disturbance, and disturbance brought him away from this beautiful, perfect moment - but you brought him far too much comfort.

On nights where Loki actually managed to sleep - whether that was with the use of alcohol or not - he usually found himself waking up nearly every hour. And each hour when he woke, it was from a dark, dreadful nightmare. They varied, and there was never really a pattern to how they occurred, but at least once a night, he imagined his assassin kneeling over his body with a knife in their hand. Sometimes Loki managed to disarm the assassin, sometimes Loki was killed, sometimes the assassin wasn’t even the man who had tried to kill Loki when he was younger. Many times, it was Odin.

Remembering that night thanks to his subconscious was one of the reasons Loki didn’t like to sleep. But still, there were other night frights that chilled his bones and brought tears to his eyes. His nightmares, though they were annoying, had admittedly good range. Loki dreamt about everything from his demise, to Thor abandoning him, his temple being destroyed, Frigga getting hurt, David Bowie not writing a song about him - the vanity in Loki hated that one - to poison, flames, plague, death.

But over these past two weeks, Loki was now having a new nightmare - one where he lost you.

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atc74 · 4 years

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OC Appreciation Day 2020

We all know that the reader insert rules in fanfiction, but sometimes, someone creates an original character that is so well thought out and written, that there is no denying their pull. When you read a novel, it is composed of all original characters, so let’s put aside any preconceived notions we might have that brilliant fanfiction can only be, should only be, reader insert.

The characters we create in our fantasies are strong and flawed. They’re overweight and don’t fit society’s mold. They’re shy, or bold. They are outspoken, or think they’re broken. We laugh, we cry, we scream. We have beautifully bright hair and crazy tattoos. We smoke, we drink, we swear. We don’t all having long, soft flowing locks. We are men and women and we come in all shapes, sizes, colors, and flaws.

No, you didn’t miss the fact that I changed from ‘they’ to ‘we’. Sometimes our OC’s are US. And there is no shame in that.

So where does all of this lead, you ask? Well, we’ve seen angst, smut, and fluff appreciation days. What we want now, is to read YOUR OC’s!

Together with @iwantthedean ( @arrowsandmixtapes), @alleiradayne, and @d-s-winchester ( @captain-s-rogers) I present to you the second ever,

OC APPRECIATION DAY, Saturday, August 1, 2020.

Do you have an OC you want to share? Have you been thinking about writing an OC, but are nervous or scared of how he/she will be received? Does your story already have an OC? Here is your chance to introduce them to the fandom!

This is currently open to all Supernatural and Marvel blogs. To participate, you can do one of two things:

Reblog your own OC’s and tag #OC Apprecation Day 2020 and #OC’s Are People Too, and be sure to tag us so we can enjoy them too!

Submit your fic to one of us to reblog for you

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Get ready for some great material! We are so looking forward to this!!!

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#oc's are people too #oc appreciation

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imnotrevealingmyname · 2 years

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Loki X Fem!Reader

Warnings: Food

A/N: longest date I've written for this series so far. Possibly my favourite. :3 same as always btw, don't like this fic if you won't reblog or comment as well, if you don't wanna be blocked

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Go on a late night road trip.

Ithaca was gorgeous, perfect for a weekend trip, Loki had assured you, lying on his belly, naked, scrolling through a road trip planner website that looked like it hadn't been updated in years. Sure, it was the one of the longest late night road trips you had ever planned, but he seemed extremely enthusiastic about it.

"It's gorgeous, love, look, it has gorges,"he grinned, showing you the phone. Then he laughed at his own pun as you slapped his ass lightly.

"You saw that on there, didn't you?"

"I did not."

You rolled your eyes.

Later that night, the two of you were dragging two backpacks stuffed full of snacks into your car. Then he went back inside the Tower for more, and came back with an armful of boxes of scones and doughnuts that you didn't even remember buying.

"Where did those come from?"you asked, staring as he adjusted translucent, slightly shimmering bands of seiðr over the snacks that now flooded the backseat and the trunk.

"I'm not sure we'll even need that much, but okay."

"Better safe than sorry,"Loki said unapologetically, eyes softening as he reached back to push a large box into place before easing his seat backwards. "I sometimes forget how short you are, darling,"he muttered under his breath, revving up the car.

"Hey!"

He laughed, leaving a trail of dust behind you as the car came to life.

As it turned out barely half an hour into the drive, he had been quite right to bring so many snacks. You reached back to grab a second box of gulab jamuns from one of the bags, grinning at Loki's narrowing eyes and reaching out to pop two in his mouth.

"Famgk yoo,"he managed around a mouthful of the sweets.

"Mm, lub you."

He slowed the car down a little and pecked you on the cheek in response.

After the container was empty, you sat back and sighed a little, lowering the window further to let the wind in. It wasn't cold enough to sting, but cold enough to make you hum in contentment as the light moisture in the air caressed your face in a flurry of gentle brushes, leaving your face and hair with just a faint dampness.

You gazed at Loki fondly, long yellow and orange lights cast over his face by the passing lamps, sometimes veiling it in shadows tinted in blue, the moonlight swirling in the verdant depths of his eyes.

You may have dozed off a little while singing some old Hindi songs for him, while recounting stories of road trips from your childhood when your family would sing those songs in a (usually quite off-tune) chorus to accompany the radio. He sang old Asgardian folk songs to you in return, and it lulled you to a light slumber.

You woke up again (or had you even been sleeping? You didn't know- that was the beauty of late night road trips, they always had something ethereal and almost eerie about them) a little while later. You seemed to be on the same road still, and Loki was now singing a low, soft tune now. It rose in gentle eddies and waves. You vaguely recognized a few words here and there, drawing from your memory of him murmuring them in your ear in the middle of the night, dense with feelings that were unspoken but yet heard. He often said those words softly enough that you could barely hear them over the waft of the wind or the flutter of the curtains or the light whisper of the AC, but he had said them often enough that your ears could form some vague meanings around them.

He quietened after a while and sighed when you stroked his hair.

"Do you wanna switch now?"you asked softly, his face lighting up in the liquid glow of Google Maps. You brushed a thumb across his forehead, feeling him lean into your touch.

"Yes, please,"he said quietly, giving you a soft smile as he pulled over. Your stomach lurched a little when he agreed so quickly. It felt good to see him not balking when asked for his preference and when having his needs considered. He had gotten so much better at that recently, at asking for what he needed and wanted and not hesitating to accept when offered respite from something. You were proud of him.

You knelt up on one knee to press a kiss to his temple when the car had stopped entirely, before he pulled you in to smile against your lips.

When the two of you stepped out, he stretched, groaning and yawning loudly. His shirt rode up, revealing a few inches of smooth skin and slightly tensed muscles, and you wrapped your arms around his waist, gently working your fingers into the small of his back to ease the pressure off him. He groaned again, burying his face in your hair and curling his body inwards to release some of the pressure from his shoulders. You stayed like that for a while, swaying slightly from how tightly you held each other, before getting back into the car in switched positions.

Within a few minutes, Loki was fast asleep, and you couldn't help stopping the car again to take a picture of him. You felt like a creep, but he looked breathtaking, and it was consolation enough, you figured as you restarted the car.

He turned to give you a shy, sleep-heavy smile sometimes, saying something incoherent before slipping back into a deep sleep.

Maybe love was singing softly to your sleeping love as he hummed back in his sleep, then.

Seems nice.

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dangertoozmanykids101 · 1 year

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Help! I'm stuck on a plot detail.

This was going to be thanksgiving. It still might, or maybe it'll be Xmas. But a couple paragraphs turned into more. Plus I can't come up with the initial detail that ignites all the drama in the first place.

*GROOOOAN* Can y'all help a girl out?

Okay, here's the premise:

Steve says something at Loki's expenses that makes everyone laugh, except Loki. The joke and laughter continues. Loki's irritation just makes it funnier and funnier until Loki is furious, snaps at Rogers and storms outside to walk it off.

What was the joke?

Continued plot:

As Loki walksbs.d grumbles and stews and ruminates about it. Once he hears the laughter continue and assumes that Steve has followed him out onto the walking trail in order to continue mocking him. Loki begins yelling for Steve to knock it off, stating that Steve is going too far. Asking why Steve would harass him like this. It seems out of character for Steve, but the more Steve laughs, the angrier Loki becomes.

In the end, *spoiler*

In the end, Steve feels awful that he offended and upset Loki. He didn't mean anything bad by it and attempts to explain. Loki finally forgives Steve and they all respect each other again.

UGH!! What could Steve have laughed about that would offend Loki so much? It can't be super offensive and mean, because this Steve is a likeable kind one. He, Bucky, and Sam might rough and tumble a bit, joke around - boys will be puppies boys type of thing. They may get carried away sometimes, but... Maybe Thor wants to get into the action and awkwardly makes things too much. Too rough, too cutting of jokes. But Steve laughed or added more and that's when things crossed the line.

It's while Loki is walking it off that things get crazy.

But what was Steve laughing at?

Help!!! My mind just goes blank!

I know everyone is busy, especially now. But I'm still tagging several of you, because who knows, maybe you'll see this and *Bam* the answer will just pop right into your head without even trying???

@caffiend-queen @nildespirandum @boredbrooder @ladyoftheteaandblood @mooncat163 @grufflepuff-writes-stuff @redfoxwritesstuff @alexakeyloveloki @latent-thoughts @emeraldrosequartz @just-the-hiddles @shiningloki @punemy-spotted @deceitfuldevout @myoxisbroken @jtargaryen18 @imanuglywombat @bluestaratsunrise @talklokitome @lokisgoodgirl @xorpsbane @frostbitten-written @mastreworld @kind-of-crazy-butthatsokay @imnotrevealingmyname @itscomplicatedx @nonsensicalobsessions @tilltheendwilliwrite @what-is-your-plan-today @springdandelixn @fictive-sl0th @holymultiplefandomsbatman @searchforanotherway @tarithenurse @sidepartskinnyjeanslibrary @wrathkitty @villainousshakespeare @angelriverwrites @nekoamamori @maiden-of-asgard

Anyone?? If you have an idea, please let me know. If I get multiple ideas, I can definitely use them for future spats between the two super heroes. If I haven't tagged you, please still make suggestions. I'm really stuck. And besides I love talking with people about plot Ideas. :-)

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imnotrevealingmyname · 2 years

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Interlude

Loki X Fem!Reader

Warnings: PMS mention, food, painkiller mention, unedited so please be nice

A/N: my date for this month draws ever closer and I'm dreading it so I wrote this to cope. Also, as usual, don't like this if you won't reblog/comment, if you don't want to be blocked. If you wanna be blocked then sure

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Mornings sucked. Especially when you woke up feeling like someone had carefully and methodically murdered all your innards and left a bloodbath behind.

In this case, it was literal. PMSing was bad enough when you were prepared, but your uterus had apparently decided it would be a pretty fucking good idea to start a war inside you early this month. Feeling too shitty to fight the slowly rising pound in your head and in your stomach, and unable to feel any wetness around your nethers yet, you stuck a hand down your pants. Ah. All clear, so far.

Your stomach gurgled and protested, and you whimpered into your pillow, pulling your body pillow under yourself to straddle it so you could rock back down against it and ease the pain.

"Loki?"you grunted, eyes screwed shut. No response. Ugh.

You glanced up, head screaming when you opened your eyes to an empty, cold spot beside you. The entire apartment seemed to be devoid of any sound or life. You made a noise that was somewhere between a groan and a sob, and cushioned your head with your pillow and Loki's pillow so you could check if the bathroom door was locked, perhaps. Nope. All you achieved was to get your forehead raging even harder.

At least the curtains were still closed, you thought. Then you spotted a small heap of objects beside you that you had not noticed earlier. Now that you had seen them, you wondered how you hadn't before.

Reaching out with one creaking, groaning arm that sounded and felt like it belonged in a century old haunted house with a few ghosts and a banshee, you drew them closer to you. Your heart nearly leapt as you almost crushed your glasses in the pile, but then somehow shoved it onto your throbbing face with one hand, trying to maintain a position that would let you keep your head half sunken in the pillows but also not snap your glasses in half (because of course, that would only make your day better.)

Squinting and blinking, pushing a finger under your glasses to wipe the dried rheum from the corners of your eyes, you took in the stuff littering your bed. Then, in spite of yourself and your current condition, you smiled fondly.

A small bottle of water, a single tablet of your go-to painkiller carefully cut out of a blister pack, a pack of Wai Wai, your favourite lunch box, a spoon, four dark chocolate bars, a KitKat, your phone, and a small yellow sticky note (the ones you usually left notes for each other on when one of you had to leave urgently). You hummed softly, pulling off your glasses in mild irritation, and squinted at the note.

Ástin,

I apologize for leaving you while you are in pain. I have gone to the Indian grocery store to get some more snacks for you. I hope you feel better after drinking the water and taking the medicine I left for you. 🖤

He had signed his name underneath, in an elaborate calligraphic font that you knew by heart now and could never figure out how he managed to do that even when he was in a hurry.

And then, in a postscript, almost as an afterthought:

Please drink the water first, lovely. Wai Wai after. Love you, can't wait to kiss you better.

You made a small sound of pleasure, rubbing your slightly cold nose, and sighed as you pulled yourself onto one elbow to take the tablet. You wondered distantly if he had put a spell on it, because it eased your body far quicker than it usually did, and you felt yourself sinking further into the blankets and into a deep slumber.

You did hear Loki come in just before you passed out again, and you stirred, giving him a groggy smile before falling back asleep with his lips on your temple.

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imnotrevealingmyname · 2 years

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Homesick

Loki X Fem!Reader

Warnings: Hurt/comfort vibes (kinda)

A/N: Just some Bong stuff, iykyk. As always, I'll block you if you like but don't reblog/comment.

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"Fucking hell, turn that wretched thing off,"Loki grumbled beside you, and you made an irritated sound, grabbing at your vibrating phone and pulling it back under the blanket.

"Sorry,"you whispered, turning your head to kiss his cheek. "Go back to sleep."

You turned the brightness on your phone down so it wouldn't disturb him, and settled back down.

His arms tightened around your waist and he pulled you close. You sighed happily, arranging your earphones so the cords wouldn't dig into your face, and opened up the recording you had downloaded last night.

The skies outside were still pitch black, and would remain so for at least another hour or so. At least you could use that to imagine you were still back in Kolkata, lying in bed, half asleep with Mahishasuramardini playing on the radio.

Except, you didn't fall asleep as quickly anymore, lost in your memories of the first Mahalaya you had woken up for.

How long had it been since you had last visited during the Puja? Six, seven years? More?

You buried the rush of nostalgia against the pillow, eyes burning with unshed tears.

It wasn't actually Mahalaya yet, of course. There were still around ten hours left for the actual tithi and for the actual recording to play on radio. But you followed the tradition early, as always, to make it seem more real. You wouldn't get the feel of it if you chose to listen to it in the mid afternoon. And you had work.

You might just stay in today, though.

You were just beginning to doze off a little when Loki stirred behind you, lightly stroking your hip.

"Give me one end,"he said quietly, holding out a hand. You took one end of the earphones out of your ear and handed it to him. He hummed in contentment, and you bit your lower lip, eyes closed, trying not to cry as he held you at four in the morning and listened to the Mahalaya recording with you.

When "Tabo Achinta" started playing, you wondered if you had ever made it this far into the programme.

Sensing the tension coursing through you, Loki bent over you to kiss your face. "Why don't you visit this year?"

"Work,"you whispered back, hating yourself for your answer. You had visited about a year and a half ago, but it just wasn't possible to visit every Puja.

"You're going to visit next year to renew your Visa, right? Why not during Durga Puja?"

"I'll have to see if I can even get a date,"you said dejectedly, turning a little to tuck your head into his neck. He sighed, falling silent, pretending to not notice the few stray tears wetting his exposed skin.

"Do you ever miss Asgard?"you asked, after a while, not looking up at him. He didn't respond for a long time, but then nodded once. Just one jerk of his head.

"I should not, but some things cannot be helped, apparently,"he said gruffly.

You kissed his neck, damp from your tears, and slid your hand under his shirt to feel the slow rise and fall of his chest under your palm. His skin was comfortably cool, dented here and there from the creases in his shirt and the blanket. Your fingers traced over the tiny scars littering his chest, and found the long one on his side that travelled from near the middle of his ribs straight down to his abdomen. He shuddered a little, leaning into your touch.

Just as the song ended and Birendra Krishna Bhadra started reciting hymns and prayers again, you looked up at him.

"We'll be alright, you know."

Loki stared back at you in the tremulous darkness of early dawn, and you wondered what he was thinking. "I know."

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imnotrevealingmyname · 2 years

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Cockblocking 101

Loki X Fem!Reader

Warnings: Suggestive themes, nakey Loki, poop mention

A/N: This is totally not inspired by me waking up three days in a row to run to the bathroom while on my period. As always, I'll block you if you like but don't reblog/comment.

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If it seemed slightly off that Loki wasn't there to greet you with his mouth over yours and by carrying you to the bathroom for a shower, if the living room seemed all too quiet and dark, you didn't notice.

You were too busy cursing at your shoes that just wouldn't come off, and then kicking them haphazardly out of the way and struggling to get your pants off from around your ankles while wobbling towards the bedroom.

The door was open by just a crack, and a sliver of light fell out of it over the dark floor of the hallway. You nearly tripped over the protruding door stopper with a loud,"Fuck!" and were greeted with a loud snort.

"Well, someone's eager today."

You looked up to see a very amused, very naked Loki sprawled across the bed in a way that would have been very appealing to you at a time when your intestines were not trying to empty themselves of their contents.

You gave him a once-over that you hoped was seductive and not pained and awkward, and then tripped the rest of your way to the bathroom with hurried apologies.

"Don't go anywhere, I'm coming!"you yelled, somehow shrugging off your underwear just before disaster could strike.

You could hear Loki laughing over the sound of your bowels groaning in relief, and you scowled. "I can hear you!"

"And I can hear you, love,"he called back.

You joined in, laughing at the hilarity of the situation, now that the tension had passed.

"Did I kill the mood? Sorry."

"Not really, but you did make quite the racket trying to find your way to the bedroom."

"Yes, yes, very funny,"you grumbled. "Can you please turn on the exhaust?"

"Of course."

"Don't laugh at me!"

"Of course not, love. Why would I ever do that?"

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