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way2geeky · 11 months
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Best Interest - Loki x Reader
Warnings - depression, the avengers being bad friends (They don't really know though), comforting Loki, depressed reader. fluff. some angst.
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"Hello friends!" Thor yelled walking into the Avenger common room with his brother in tow. "What's reindeer games doing here?" Thor moved away from his brother putting an arm around Stark. "He wanted to come. He is putting his past behind him. Now look he is visiting friends." The whole team looked at Loki apprehensively, Tony strode over to the god. Loki sneered down at him, while Tony looked up unimpressed.
"Huh, and here I am thinking you didn't like us. What made you change your mind hot topic?" Loki rolled his eyes, "I'm not here for you Stark. I'm not here for any of you for starters." Steve got up at this now naturally curious about who he is here for. "Then may I ask who your here for?" Steve said putting some distance between him and Tony knowing if he keeps talking him and Loki will fight.
"I'm here captain, for Y/n." No one was truly surprised by this, everyone and their mother knew about the infamous duo. It was painfully obvious the feelings that they had for each other. So, when they ineffably got together everyone was unspoken happy for them. They were mostly happy for Y/n, out of everyone in the group she is the one that didn't get out much.
"Now where is she?" He asked pointedly toward the team's captain. Steve sighed looking down. "Loki, Y/n has been locked in her room for a few days now." Loki tensed "What! Why?" Steve looked down and sighed pinching the bridge of his nose. "You know how she gets in these moods." "Moods! She is depressed you moron! You're telling me all of you are master profilers, assassins, hell some of you are geniuses, and you're telling me you couldn't tell that!"
"We tried Loki, we really did try you know how she gets. She won't let anyone in, she won't eat, won't train. We don't know what she does in there. We knew you were going to come at some point so." Steve said trying to reason, but Loki grabbed his collar and brought him close. The whole team drawing some sort of weapon, keeping a watchful eye on the angry god.
"You are a buffoon, who doesn't deserve her. Instead of helping her you wait it out till someone else can clean up your mess!" Loki throws him to the side and darting through the room. Passing the rest of the Avengers without a second glance. He walked through the halls and stood outside your door. There was no sound coming from your room. He knocks, and nothing happens, no shuffling of feet, no 'come ins' nothing. "Love?" Nothing. "Love I'm coming in."
He murmurs a light spell unlocking your door opening it with a soft creak. You were enveloped in your comforters, staring at the door, looking at Loki in pure exhaustion. "Oh, my sweet girl, what have they done to you now?" He coos as he draws closer kneeling beside the bed. placing his hand on your cheek, he sets aside the hairs that covers your face. He strokes your hair as his other hand takes yours holding it in a firm but gentle manner.
"They told me they don't approve of us." You mumbled looking into his perfect eyes. "I see, well do you believe them?" he asks softly, "No of course not. I just want them to be more supportive." "My love, I am sorry to say almost no one will be supportive with our relationship. They care for you, and they want what's best for you. So much so that they can't see how much they are hurting you. I am a god who creates chaos, destruction, and lies. However, I promise you that I will never be that way towards you." He finishes with a kiss to her forehead bringing her wrist to his lips and giving them a gentle kiss.
"Thank you, will you lay with me?" She asks sweetly, it almost makes his heart melt. "It would be my pleasure." He gets up and round the bed. Laying down and lightly pulls her in his lap. He wraps his hands around her and keeps her close. She could feel his heartbeat, as he hears her gentle breaths. They stayed there as the universe seems to slow as she starts to drift off. "Y/n?" "Yes?" "I want you to know that you're the only person on this world worth a damn." "I love you too Loki."
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softforloki · 2 years
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can you write something about Loki teaching reader's how to kiss, since it's the readers's first time and she really has no experience.
Yes. Yes I can.
Things kind of went of the rails with this one, but it's super cute and I'm very happy with it. It took forever so y'all better enjoy it
Summery: Over the course of many days, Loki peppers you with affection after affection. You're unused to this kind of attention from anyone, but you welcome it regardless.
Word Count: 2,636
Warnings: Swearing
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Quiet Kisses
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It started with a kiss on the hand.
You'd taken it upon yourself to introduce Loki to the world of pop culture. In doing so, you'd practically dragged him to your rooms to watch the first Pirates of the Caribbean movie. Despite his valiant effort to remain aloof, he'd clearly enjoyed himself- enough so that he put up no resistance when you put on the second one.
"Shit, it's nearly one in the morning." You observed, tilting your phone's screen towards Loki so he could see the time as the movie's credits began to roll.
"I hadn't realized it'd gotten so late," He replied, standing and stretching. "I should get out of your hair."
"Yeah, I guess I should let you go." You agreed, a tinge of reluctance coloring your words. "I need my beauty sleep, anyway."
"As do I," Loki's eyes sparkled. "Thank you for tonight, I greatly enjoyed it."
"Thank you for giving me an excuse to watch those movies for the seventeenth time."
Loki chuckled and met your eyes. The quiet smile he gave you made your heart flutter. "I trust there will be more nights like this to look forward to?"
"Oh, oh! Yeah of course." You laughed a little, somewhat incredulous. You knew Loki liked you well enough, but you'd figured that his tolerance wouldn't extend to consistent movie nights. "I'll make you a list of must-sees."
"Excellent." He dipped his head, reaching for your hand. You gave it to him, partly on reflex. He brought it to his lips and presses a gentle kiss to your knuckles. He found your gaze; the way he looked at you over your hand made the gesture feel more than cordial.
Your throat had completely dried up, and you wouldn't have been surprised if your heart beat out of your chest. All you could do was smile weakly and hope blood was still flowing to your brain.
Loki released your hand and moved to leave. He had his hand on the door knob when he turned back to face you. "Next week, same time? Or perhaps it'd be better to start a bit earlier?" His eyes darted to the wall clock, watching as the seconds ticked away to one in the morning.
"Yeah," You croaked, then cleared your throat. "Yeah, that's probably a good idea."
Loki smiled, either completely unaware of the effect he was having on you, or choosing not to comment. "Then I bid you goodnight. I shall see you soon."
"'Night, Loki." You have me a little wave.
He gave you a shallow bow, and he was gone.
You fell back so you were sitting again on the couch, sleep the furthest thing from your mind.
You replayed the last minute over and over again, your thumb unconsciously passing back and forth over the place on your hand where Loki's lips had been mere moments ago.
. . .
Next, it was a kiss on the forehead.
It was one of those days where everything seemed to be going wrong. You'd spilled coffee on your favorite shirt, tripped and fallen on your face during your morning run, been late to a team meeting, and finally, you'd knocked a glass off the kitchen counter when Thor bumped into you.
"Oh, I'm so sorry!" He exclaimed, quickly backing away from the shattered glass and puddle of orange juice. "Let me help-"
"No, it's fine." You gritted out, "I'll do it."
"Allow me." As if summoned, Loki slid into the room. He inclined his head to the mess at your feet, and as though he'd hit rewind on reality, the shards of glass and puddle of juice flew back to the counter. The cup reassembled itself, and the liquid settled back inside it. Loki took a dramatic sweeping bow, looking up at you with a little smirk, as if to say "Ta-da!"
"Excellent! Thank you, Loki." Thor pat his brother on the back as Loki righted himself. "All is well. Sorry about that, again." He said to you.
"No prob." You replied curtly, abandoning your drink and storming off.
Somehow, Loki’s little magic trick and his stupid arrogant smile made you even more frustrated. A day filled with insignificant inconveniences all piled on top of each other clawed at your back, making this latest one grate at you much more than it should’ve.
Finally, back in the peaceful solitude of you rooms, you were allowed a few fleeting hours of respite. Suddenly, someone was knocking at your door.
Loki stood before you in the doorway, his stupidly handsome features twisted into a look of concern. “You looked as though you needed space after the incident with the glass, but I wanted to check on you.”
“Of course I’m alright. Why wouldn’t I be after one of the more irritating days ever?” You rubbed your eyes with a groan.
“Do you need anything?” He asked quietly.
Loki’s expression shifted from worried to surprised as you sniffled pathetically, running your hand once more across your eyes to clear away your pooling tears. “I dunno,” You whimpered. “It’s just been a long day and I don’t even know why I’m crying. I’m sor-”
Without letting you get another word out, Loki collected you in his arms, pressing your face into his shoulder. He rubbed a hand soothingly up and down your back as he rocked on his feet, swaying gently with you.
“I understand what it’s like,” he murmured into your ear. “when small irritations seem like so much more after everything else has already gone wrong. You needn’t apologize, you can cry as much as you like. I’ve got you.”
You cried harder as Loki stepped you further into the room, barely registering the sound of the door closing magically. Neither of you knew how long you stood there for, but he never wavered as you sobbed into him.
When you finally looked up at him, you smiled weakly. “I think I’m all cried out. Thanks, Loki.”
He returned your smile with one of his own, smoothing his fingertips across your face to wipe away stray tears. “It’s my pleasure, love. I’m glad you’re feeling better. Is there anything you want to do? Anything I can do for you?”
You let him take your hands in his, trying to ignore how his thumbs gently brushing brushing over your knuckles were sending jolts of electricity through your body. “Can you... can you stay? We could have another movie night?”
Loki gently placed his lips on your forehead, pressing a kiss into the skin. “Your wish is my command. I would love nothing more.”
If he hadn’t been pressed against you and supporting you, you might’ve passed out on the spot.
. . .
You realized you had to so something when he kissed you on the cheek.
You, Clint, and Natasha had been called in for a mission overseas. You had no clue how long you’d be gone, but Nick Fury had estimated roughly a week when he’d briefed you.
“I don’t suppose you’d let me check in on you from time to time?” Loki stood with his hands in your pockets, an almost bashful look on his face as he bid you goodbye before you boarded the Quinjet. “I do have that cellular device for a reason. Perhaps you could send me a message or call me once in a while.”
“Worried about me, are we?” You teased, choosing to ignore your rapidly increasing heart rate.
“Honestly?” He rocked on his heels, inhaling heavily. “I fully trust that you, Barton, and Romanoff will have nothing but full control of the situation. I will just...” he hesitated, searching for the right words. “Well, I’ll miss you.”
Warmth spread from your chest to the tips of your toes. A wide grin forced its way onto your face as you pulled him in for a hug. “I’ll miss you, too.”
You stood there holding each other for longer than was perhaps socially acceptable. You tucked your face into the door of his neck, breathing him in. He smelled of parchment, pine needles, and a scent that so distinctly Loki you couldn’t describe it as anything else.
You finally pulled back, arms still thrown around his neck. “I’ll text you when we land, okay?”
“Please do.” Loki glanced over your shoulder, seeing Natasha on the Quinjet’s ramp, arms folded impatiently across her chest. “It’s probably time for you to go.”
You glanced over at Natasha and gave her a little wave. “Right. I’ll see you in a few days, then.”
Loki nodded, his mouth pressed into a tight line. He tugged nervously on his shirt sleeve, and nibbled on his lip. As if coming to a decision, he sighed, and suddenly leaned in to kiss your cheek. His lips lingered against your skin for several seconds, and yet, when he pulled away you found yourself thinking, ‘No, not yet.’
“I eagerly await your return.” He whispered, breath fanning across your face.
“Me too,” You breathed, your hand raising to the place he’d kissed you. You held his intense gaze, a million thoughts swarming through your head but none of them making it past your lips.
Natasha called your name, gesturing for you to hurry up. Ultimately deciding that you had nothing to loose at this point, you quickly kissed Loki on the cheek in return.
“Bye!” You hurried, waving as you jogged onto the Quinjet. Nat smirked at you as you climbed the ramp. “I don’t wanna hear it.” You hissed at her.
“I wasn’t going to say anything,” She insisted, though the gleam in her eye spoke volumes.
As the jet prepared to take off, you peered through the window. You saw Loki still standing just off the landing pad. The look on his face could only be described as smitten.
. . .
You were going insane.
Ever since you’d returned from your mission, Loki had been fluttering around you. He was constantly there, sharing meals with you, working out with you, and just simply hanging around you. You were far from annoyed by his persistent presence, though. You were going insane because he kept looking at you with the same blissful, soft expression he’d worn when you’d left- after you’d returned his kiss on the cheek. Every time he looked at you it felt like your brain was melting.
Even now, he hadn't hesitated to offer you his arm when walking you back to your rooms. You grappled for conversation topics just so you could focus on something other than the feeling of his defined bicep under your fingers, and the way his eyes kept finding your own.
"Do you still go for runs in the morning?" Loki asked innocently, stepping out of the elevator with you.
"Yeah, I usually leave around eight-ish. Why?"
"Perhaps I could join you tomorrow? You could show me a bit more of this city. I've yet to discover what it is that makes Midgardians worship it like they do."
You laughed at that, dropping his arm to slip off your shoes. "Honestly it's mostly the people that don't live in New York that romanticize it, but I'd love for you to join me. I probably wouldn't be able to keep up with you, though. You've got the same never-ending stamina as Steve and Bucky."
"It'd be your run, I will be a mere guest. I'm more than happy to take things at whatever pace you like."
"Then you're more than welcome to join me." You smiled at him, knocking a fist playfully against his arm. "But if I don't see you by eight, I'm leaving without you. I like to leave early so the good trails don't get too crowded."
"Understood." He nodded, and that seemed to be the end of the conversation. And yet, neither of you moved.
You opened your mouth to say more, but no words came out. Your throat completely dried up- you just kept gazing into his deep, lovely eyes.
Loki seemed to snap out of it first, inhaling sharply, and rocking on his heels. "I have another request, actually."
"What is it?" You asked quietly, noting that his behavior was oddly similar to when you were at the landing pad, about to board the Quinjet.
"I've been thinking about this for a while, and I've waited because I wanted to make sure we'd both feel the same way about it." He tugged at his sleeve, which you were starting to think may've been another nervous tic of his, along with the rocking.
"And now you're sure?"
"Now I'm certain." He agreed.
He leaned forward, slowly and steadily, as if worried he'd startle you. You didn't back down, but you felt your heartbeat quicken with every inch forward he claimed. He stopped a mere breath away from you, and you put a hand on his shoulder- you weren't sure whether on reflex or intentionally.
"May I kiss you?" He asked, his eyes flickering between your gaze and your lips.
Your fingers tightened around his shoulder, and you took a tiny step back. Barely enough to be considered retreating, but enough so that you felt like you could breathe again. You felt yourself smile, but continued to firmly hold Loki's gaze. "I haven't actually ever kissed anyone before."
His brows raised, and you could see the despair creeping into his eyes.
"It's not that I don't want to!" You quickly amended. "I do, I definitely want to kiss you, I just don't really know what to do."
Light returned to Loki as he shared your shy smile. "That's alright," he murmured, gently caressing your cheek. "I'm more than happy to take things at whatever pace you like."
You chuckled softly at his repeated words, reclaiming the step you took and leaning into his touch.
He place a gentle kiss on your cheek, then at the corner of your lips. He placed a hand under your chin, tilting your head up. "May I?"
You nodded, wetting your lips. "You're going to have to help me out, here."
He smiled at that. "Okay." Loki gently tilted your head to the side, leaning forward so his nose nearly slotted against yours. "Part your lips a little," He whispered.
You did so, staring unblinkingly at him. He was so close.
"Close your eyes?" It was a question, a suggestion. He was giving you the choice, and you felt your heart melt a little at that. He was letting you back out if you had to.
You closed your eyes, letting out a little breath of air. Your hand, still on his shoulder, relaxed and lay there gently.
When he kissed you, you just stood there at first. It took a moment for you to follow the movements of his lips, but you quickly caught on. Timidly, you kissed back, your hand traveling up into his beautiful hair as you grew more confident. He held you tightly to him, one arm encircling your body. He still cradled your face in the other hand, as though you were glass.
You pulled back, lashes fluttering as you gazed up at him. "That was- that was good, right?" You asked breathlessly.
Loki laughed, hugging you back to him, and kissing your forehead. "Yes, darling. That was good."
When you finally stepped away and got a good look at him, he was just as out of breath and starry-eyed as you seemed to be. "I guess I'll see you in the morning then." You breathed, laughing a little.
"Yes you will," He reached for your hand, pressing his lips to the back of it. "Goodnight, then."
As his grip loosened, yours tightened. You pulled him forward, startling him as he stumbled towards you.
"Goodnight, Loki." You smiled, triumphant as you kissed him yet again.
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Summary: While out with Loki, Thor, and Valkyrie, you and Loki are left alone while the other two go off to do whatever, things sure do happen.
Warnings: 18+. Smut. Language. Drunk Sex. Dominate Loki. Sub Reader. Vaginal Sex. Praising.
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Y/n sat down in one of the chairs, looking down at the bottle.
Loki shrugged, sitting down next to her. "Well, if they're not going to drink it then there's no point in us just staring at it as if it'll disappear." He said as he grabbed the bottle and opened it with ease.
"Don't you think we need shot glasses or something?" Y/n asked, rubbing the back of her neck.
"I don't see any shot glasses unless you want to take turns." He shrugged.
"I'm down." Y/n said, leaning herself back against the chair. "But make sure to excuse me if I get a little tipsy too quick. I'm a light-weight!" She smiled, holding the bottle up to her lips to drink some of it.
"It's alright, Y/n. Let's just enjoy the night, especially since those two practically ditched us." Loki chuckled, Y/n nodded, passing the bottle back to him.
That's how the next hour went on, them passing the bottle back and forth between each other until they were eventually all out of whiskey and was left laughing at each others past.
"Goodness, I can't believe that guys dad chased you around like that after only a kiss." Y/n laughed, some of her words slurring but Loki was able to understand her since they were in the same state.
"Exactly! I wouldn't even call it a kiss! We kind of just head-butted each other." Loki laughed with Y/n, whose laughs just got louder. "Do you know how much it hurt running around the place back and forth with a headache?!"
"No, but I can imagine! Damn, I feel bad for you." Y/n smiled.
"No you don't." He huffed, looking up at the sky.
"You're right, I don't." She laughed again, following his gaze to see what he was looking at. "What are you staring at, god boy?" Y/n asked jokingly, resting her head on his shoulder.
"The constellations." He answered.
"Don't you need a microphone to look at those?" She asked, lazily sitting up.
"Do you mean stethoscope?" He chuckled.
"Stethoscope? No no! That's like, a big word, there's no way they use that— I think they use a . . . oh! They use a telescope!" Y/n finally remembered, stretching her arms.
Loki chuckled before pointing up at one of the stars. "That one kind of reminds me of you."
"Uh-huh." She nodded, looking up at what he pointed to. " . . . Why?" She asked.
"Because it's small and in the way of the other big stars." Loki snickered.
Y/n groaned and soon enough sat herself on his lap, eyeing him down, Loki was now laying down with Y/n on top of him.
"Why are you sitting on my lap?" Loki asked, making direct eye contact with her.
"Because I . . ." Y/n paused, struggling to think of something to say. "You know why? Because you're annoying, and I wanted to block your view of the stars!" She scoffed.
Loki scoffed back, placing his hands on her inner thighs. "Hey, that's not fair, you can see the stars but I can't?" He asked, flipping their positions so that he was now on top of her. "You're the only star I want to see, and i'm the only star you need to see." He hummed before he leaned down closer to her face, having their foreheads against each other.
"Why do you say that?" Y/n asked, keeping eye contact with him.
"You want me to say it?" Loki let out a long sigh, burying his face in her neck.
"Go ahead."
Loki snickered a bit. ". . . I think we'd make a hot couple." He admitted, the two immediately began laughing again.
After the laughter died, Y/n felt a smirk forming on her face. "Prove it."
"Pardon?" He asked.
"You heard me. Prove it. Prove that you really want me, Loki."
Loki lifted himself up from the crook of Y/n's neck, looking down at her. He couldn't believe that she said that to him. "Do you mean that right now?"
"I'm on the pill, why wouldn't I?" Y/n shrugged.
"You're going to regret this, darling." Loki said, his voice suddenly got darker.
Y/n's eyes widened, about to say something else but Loki leaned back down and smashed his lips against hers. The kiss was slow, but sensual. He wanted to savor the taste of her lips.
Loki kept his hands securely around her waist, biting down on her lower lip in order to make her open her mouth. Y/n let out some sort of a whine as his tongue explored her mouth, eventually letting their tongues go together until Loki pulled away.
"Loki . . ." Y/n breathed out, watching him trail his kisses down her collarbone. "Loki~" She whimpered, watching his hand palm her clothed pussy. "Loki, please— Oh my god . . . " she whined, nibbling on her lower lip.
"Look at you . . . already whimpering and whining and I haven't even undressed you yet." Loki let out a dark chuckle, using his free hand to fondle with her breasts. "Spit it out already, what do you want me to do to you?"
Y/n let out a transient moan, feeling that familiar knot in her lower abdomen even though he wasn't even touching her all of the way. "Loki . . . I want you to fuck me, I want you to use me until I can't take it anymore." Y/n explained shamelessly, trying to move her hips against him.
Loki gave her a short laugh, watching her move her hips against his hand as if she was looking for more. "My queen." He darkly chuckled, removing his hands from her. Loki didn't waste anymore time and tugged off the shorts she had on, looking down at her panties that were soaked from her wetness.
"Look at you, I haven't even laid a finger on your clit yet and you're already soaked." He said, moving her panties to the side. He let out a groan, placing his thumb on her clit, patting her cheek before he went down her body until his face was eye level with her pussy.
"Loki . . ." Y/n whined after Loki started rubbing her clit at a very slow pace.
"What is it you want from me again?" He acted clueless.
"Fuck me, please." Y/n whispered in a nearly inaudible, shaky tone.
Loki suddenly shoved two digits into her cunt, earning a sharp moan from her. "Sorry, I didn't hear you." He hummed.
Loki roughly rubbed Y/n's clit, thrusting his fingers into her. "Loki, please just fuck me already." She moaned while he smirked, pulling out his fingers.
Loki took off his shirt, tossing it to the side of her head before he began to take off his pants. Y/n watched him with desperation in her eyes, keeping her legs spread for him. "Take your shirt off for me, dear, I want to see every part of you." He smiled lovingly, making her heart melt. Y/n removed her top, placing it next to her which left her completely nude body out for him to see. "You're so fucking gorgeous." He groaned, leaving her flustered.
Loki looked down at her and grinned, leaning down to kiss her again. He held his dick in his hands, stroking it slowly. Loki placed his tip between her folds, letting her wetness coat his cock. "Loki . . ." Y/n whimpered, squirming around a little.
"Shit . . . so tight, loosen up for me, will you?" He smacked her thigh, not wasting anytime and starting to pound into her with a great pace.
"Fuck, faster." She moaned, it being muffled due to her hand covering her mouth.
Loki gritted his teeth, using his free hand to rub her clit. Y/n felt her walls relax around his throbbing cock, taking him well. "You're doing so good, dear." Loki praised, eyebrows furrowing once he felt himself hit that spot.
"L-Loki!" Y/n stuttered with a whine, feeling him hit her spot repeatedly. She was about to lose her mind, he was definitely doing it on purpose to make her reach her high quicker.
With every thrust, Loki brushed against her sweet spot, which left lewd moans leaving her mouth. "Loki! I'm close!" Y/n moaned, her walls tightening up around his dick.
"I know, darling. Let it out." He smiled, tapping her inner thigh. Upon hearing that, Y/n's eyes rolled back as she came all over his cock. But, he didn't stop. Instead he kept going, his dick ramming into her over and over.
"Loki . . ." she moaned, wiggling around. "I can't take anymore~!"
Loki let out a breathy laugh. "You're not done yet, you can take more." He corrected, fingers digging into her bare waist.
Y/n whimpered, looking down at his cock that kept slamming into her repeatedly. "Loki, please . . . just fill me." She begged, walls tightening around his cock again.
"Already wanting me to cum in you, huh? You'll have to wait, dear, I know you can." He hummed, occasionally squeezing her breasts. Y/n moaned, her eyes starting to roll to the back of her head once again.
Loki noticed and chuckled, grabbing her jaw. "Look at me, Y/n." She moaned in response, looking up at him as they made direct eye contact. "You're going to take all of me, alright? You're going to take all of my cum and not waste a single drop." He groaned out, hips continuing to slam into hers.
"Fuck, you feel so good." He muttered, throwing his head back as he felt himself nearing his climax.
Loki kept his thrusts consistent until he eventually shot his load into her, filling her up to the brim. Panting, Loki slowly pulled out and looked down at Y/n.
"I wasn't too rough on you, was I?" He darkly chuckled, reaching for their clothes.
"Just . . . let's get back to my room, please." Y/n blushed, sitting herself up as they put their clothes back on.
"Come on. Hopefully we can make it back to wherever the hell they are." Loki said after Y/n got up, walking out.
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thepilotanon · 1 year
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Been a while since I’ve read some of your Loki headcaons so how about Loki with someone from a big family? You know they have many cousins and siblings and all find Loki fascinating especially the younger ones
I have been to Big Family functions, as a guest, and feel like it will be a crazy (but great) experience for Loki.
My favorite idea would have to be Loki meeting the "elders" of the family (grandparents, great-grandparents, great aunts/uncles), and being bombarded with the sudden feeling that he is meeting the hierarchy of your family calls for him to stiff up and worry about whatever questions they throw at him? Imagine Grandmama asking Loki how old he is, and he responds with the Earth number (around 1,400 years old, ma'am) he freaks when she screams-laughs all heartedly and tells you "I knew you'd take after your grandma, sweetie! Liking those older chaps with long legs and pretty hands does run in the family!" Loki is then proceeded being pampered by the elder ladies, complimenting them for having such wonderful stories of their lives; the elder men constantly try to arm-wrestle Loki and they discuss the whacky technology of Siri or Alexa haunting their homes.
Besides your parents (who whomever raised you), Loki is nervous about all your aunties and uncles with their judgement of him. He knows he made a big mess quite a few times during his visits on Earth, and he's working on redeeming that, thanks to the help of Thor and you. I would think it takes him a while, maybe while there's a sport playing on TV, and Loki asks the dynamics and functions of the sport that they notice that he's actually curious and wonders about Earth now, especially when they see him coming to you and ask what he should do during his visit to help. Your sport-crazy relatives would deck him in jerseys and boards about the games; the chefs in your family will be constantly feeding him with whatever they make and ask for his thoughts on it - and it never ends with the food - and he will sit there and dedicate himself to learn from the family.
Your siblings and cousins may be the easiest for Loki to befriend, especially if you are close to them and told them everything going on in your end with you and Loki's relationship. They tease you two, as close siblings/cousins do, but Loki realizes it's all in good fun and admires their creativity in the jokes (so long as they're respectful towards you. He's fine with being teased about being blue, a cocky god, and sexual jokes, but he wants you to be treated fairly). He'd let the video-game players of your family get a laugh out of him using AR headsets, jump at horror games, and the softer-toned ones will ask him to tell stories or share book interests or crafts.
I think it's important to take note for the younger ones, especially when they were too young/not born during his attempted attack in 2012. Loki notices their shyness and caution, and doesn't intrude himself in their space, but he will "casually" make little magic tricks to pique their interest until they are comfortable with him. He allows them to wrestle on him, play/do his hair for hours until their knock themselves out at night. He squats down to the littlest and youngest ones and listen to them babble nonstop and take it as a in depth conversation where they're in the right. Loki will play with the toy cars and dolls, allowing the kids take control of the narrative, only to retell it to the whole family with a great display, the kids sharing seats on his lap to let him pick them up and declare "The Chosen One of Fast Cars/Dollies/Etc!"
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yanderemcu · 2 years
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Yandere Loki Laufeyson: Mischief love
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Plans for future:
Have a few kids. 4 or 5. Marry you. The Asgardian way. You'll be the queen of whatever planet he picks to live on. He won't let you get a job you don't need it.
Perfect date:
Reading together cuddled up in the library.
Where you'll stay:
A planet he rules so you both get to be the queen and king.
How clingy they get:
Touch starved. Tho not really clingy. 6.5.
How they handle killing:
He's the highest killing level out of all the Mcu characters. Well at least the ones I write for. Daggers/Knives. There is no easy that person will survive.
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lokisransom · 7 months
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Take Me Back To Eden
you radiate a warmth that loki craves, it reminds him of Asgard when he was young, before he thought of it as a place of unjust bias resulting in the anguish of their people. Since the day he saw this father for who he is loki only craved the familiarity and comfort of what felt like home to him. it had always seemed just out of reach, as if the world around him needed him to feel cold and alone, ironic considering his lineage.
The day he met you he could've sworn the universe was just putting him in his place, just another desire just out of reach, something he convinced himself would solve all his problems, or at least help him relax once in a while. You seemed almost ethereal, Moreso than even the god was prepared for. No one on the compound had told him they'd be getting a new teammate or that said teammate would give off an almost hypnotic aura.
Loki knew he needed you the second he laid eyes on you, it took him days to come up with a plan that he thought would succeed, he placed you on a metaphorical pedestal, convinced himself that even his best schemes couldn't trick you into spending time with him no matter the context.
Loki almost idolized you, he'd do things with the justification that you would want him to or that you would approve of his actions, most of the actions using those justifications were selfcare themed proving himself kind of right and definitely not wrong (his favorite type of right) 
he'd gotten into the habit of going off into his own world while in meetings and especially while outside sunbathing, you were always the center of his fantasies, although innocent in nature they were still very distracting. in fact they were so distracting that he didn't notice you standing over him with a smile on your face until you kneeled down next to him  where you poke his sides to get his attention. his eyes snap open the second you touch him, a moment ago he had thought your scent was just his overactive imagination.
the panic set in almost immediately, none of this was how he'd imagined the two of you would talk for the first time, he had always thought one day he would finally walk up to you after a mission, or maybe save you from imminent death, making him your saviour but here you sat with an eyebrow raised in curiosity.
"hey?" your greeting sounded more like a question than you had meant it to but you'd also expected loki to cause chaos at every chance 
"h-hi" the only thoughts running through his mind was how perfect you were up close, he wanted to lean into you and never let you go but he refrained from doing so. you could read him like a book, his every though projected from behind his eyes, his body language screaming that he just wanted to fall into your arms and never leave. 
"you're so much more docile than I expected" your head was tilted and your tone curious. Loki's paused for a moment, thinking over his most recent actions and how they'd been sub par for his standards. he hadn't thought he'd let you distract him that much but he hadn't gone through his usual weekly list of pissing people off with minor inconveniences and moving furniture an inch to the left. his methods have gone soft but he tells himself its just efficiency. 
"i guess i have been more docile recently, you're right to have expected more of me." his gaze drops to the grass below you, the last thing he wanted was to disappoint you.
"n-no, its not that I expected more of you, I've just heard rumors, none of them exactly pleasant. i think its a good thing that you haven't been wreaking havoc. it makes you seem a little more approachable. " your smile softened and your brows furrowed. 
"they don't speak to you much do they" you intended it to be a question but it was really more of an observation. loki just shook his head, he'd always been a loner, always craved recognition and reassurance, always just wanted to have someone to lean on and he seemed to have accidentally chosen you. he really didn't mean to but you just had this atmosphere surrounding you. 
you placed your hand under his chin, gently pulling up so that he'd look you in the eyes, you felt the need to make him truly understand your intentions.
"they don't deserve a glimpse inside your mind, frankly neither do i but id like to change that if you'd let me" if it was the placement of your hand or the tone of your voice he wasn't sure but you had left him breathless, he nodded in response to you, not trusting his voice or even knowing what to say. all he knew was that he needed you, that he'd run to you any time he had the chance, his mind raced with possibilities, plans for long walks, places you might enjoy, he suddenly wanted to know everything about you, your favorite foods, if you had allergies, your favourite color. he needed to know it all, he wanted to crawl inside your mind and aimlessly walk till his legs give out.  
you decided you would join him in the grass, sitting just out of the sun under a tree while he continued laying in the direct sunlight, he turned onto his side to face you, not ever wanting to miss a glimpse of you. even in the shade you seemed to be glowing, it was a nice warm glow that reminded him of an oil lamp or a camp fire on a summers night. 
the sun had started setting, you and loki had fallen into a comfortable conversation that jumped from topic to topic, he would hang on your every word and you returned the interest. it seemed the two of you really were polar opposites, although you'd both spent much of your lives searching for something to even you out, for him that meant sunbathing for hours a day and for you that meant long walks on winter nights. 
loki had kept in the back of his mind that you two might be able to even each other out more so than your current solutions, he didn't want to push his luck though, he had just gotten to talk to you today and he didn't want to push you to far or scare you off, although he did hope that you had the same thought process as him.
of course you had, it was what initially made you want to go to him, you'd heard rumors of him being cold, both physically and metaphorically. you'd always felt like you burned to bright for your own good, like at at any moment you'd combust and be left with nothing but ashes.
you'd always felt like Icarus, flying to close to the sun but not sure you could resist even if you wanted to. it had popped into your mind at some point while you and loki spoke that he could keep your wings from melting in the hot sun, although it would run the risk of the cold shattering the wax that kept you afloat. it felt like you had known him all your life, as if he was there from the start. 
you thought to yourself that maybe both of your lives would have been better if you had known each other from the start, that maybe if you had been Asgardian or if he had been thrown to Midgard at a different time maybe together you would've been  able to avoid the growing pains of life. maybe you would've been able to save his mother or avoid some alien invasions, maybe you could've saved him before he fell and maybe he could've held you before the collapse. 
the chill in the air and the darkness surrounding you is what snapped you out of your train of thought, you'd both spent so long talking that your voices were hoarse and the sun had long gone down, the moon cast a blue sheen on Loki's skin making the green of his  clothes stand out  just that little bit more. the reflection in his eyes drew your attention, he seemed less at peace under the moonlight, almost as if nights in the past had left him sleepless and numb. 
in reality it wasn't the night that was at fault but instead the endless expanse of space and the creatures that occupied it, particularly the ones that dedicated their lives to hunting him down and making him suffer, the sun helped him forget about the darkness that followed him across galaxies. you crawled towards him sitting back on your heels, you rested you hand on his back softly as to not startle him. the look on his face told you everything you needed to know.
"you know you don't have to run alone right?" your words were far softer than either of you had expected, the implication that you'd follow him across worlds hung heavy in the air, although he did understand where you were coming from. in the short time you'd been speaking to one another you'd become closer friends than loki had ever had. 
he nodded in response before hesitantly responding "I know, but its safer if I'm alone.. less people get hurt when I'm alone" his word stung you in a way you didn't quite understand. you knew he didn't want to be alone and that he meant it towards everyone and not just you but you felt the need to prove him wrong which would prove to be a difficult task.  
after a short pause you decided on actively asking him questions that would force him to second guess his train of thought and re-evaluate what his options actually are.
"is there really no where you could go that would be safe? even just for a little while? what about Asgard?" your spitfire questions almost threw his off, he'd never had someone try to problem solve with him because most people just wanted him gone. 
"I mean, technically Asgard would be fine for a while... i never really thought about going back home. there really isn't anything there for me other than potential safety and inevitably the past." that answer felt almost to easy. the only real downside would be the lack of purpose. at least if he stayed here he would have something to fight for even if it wasn't something he was passionate about it was still a reason to get out of bed every morning. he also realized at the thought of leaving he felt an almost dread, not because he'd miss the things he has or the general area but because he'd found a new friend that he really didn't want to get to the point of missing. he didn't want to miss you. 
"if you go to Asgard are you going alone?" you didn't want to outright ask if you could go with him but you were really hoping he'd let you, if nothing  else it would be nice to see a new planet. he could've sworn that his heart fluttered, maybe he could have the best of both worlds.
"would you be willing to go with me?" a smirk creeped its way onto his face and with that you knew you'd finally get to see the chaos loki could bring, a trickster back in the places he learned how to trick people would be a recipe for fun, for him at least. 
A/N- i will be making a part two fairly soonish, also i apologize if this seemed all over the place, it was written in the late hours of the night across several weeks and I'm not great at reading over things before i post them, maybe some day I'll learn ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
PS. this was 2k words, v proud of myself 
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wrenhyperfixates · 2 years
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Boo!
Loki: Boo!
Y/N: Jeez, Loki, I think you just took three years off my life.
Loki, panicking: WHAT?!? Quick, how do I give them back?
Y/N: Oh, don’t worry! It’s just an expression here on Earth.
Loki: In that case, I think you just took 20 off of mine.
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I Can’t Wash Your Handprints Off My Soul || Masterlist
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Loki x commoner!Reader (they/them)
Summary: Loki was in a happy relationship with you until Odin pressured him to break it off and leave because you weren’t worthy of a prince. Loki has tried his best to get over you – to no avail.
An awkward encounter gives him the chance to start talking to you again. Old feelings resurface.
Eventually, you end up in the same dilemma that ended your first relationship – but this time, Loki refuses to leave you.
Warnings: Angst with a happy ending. TW Odin  – Odin being an asshole (what else is new), verbal abuse, Odin just being a royal piece of shit in later chapters.
Contains: jealous Loki, mutual pining, a lot of tension, kissing
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Part 1: Afterglow Part 2: Used to Be Part 3 (in progress)
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Taglist: @lokisgoodgirl @xorpsbane @imalovernotahater @mischief2sarawr @maladaptivedaydreamingagent @mochie85 @moonlightreader649​ @tallseaweed
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renicrusecal · 1 year
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Augmentation
Pairing:Loki x reader
Warnings: Curses and a graphic description
Requested by: no one
Pronouns: They/Them
Authors note: Still got a few weeks of exams but I'll be ale to write more often soon
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Loki's day had gone from bad to worse. First Thor and his friends insisted on sparring with him, which ended with him on his back. Next some pitiful servant forgot to mention his trousers didn't dry properly. And to top it all off, after a series of clumsy mishaps, some brute made him drop his book is a puddle.
He was in a foul mood and wanted to get away from everyone, so he went for a walk. The woodland was usually empty after dinner. He could be alone with his thoughts and get stuck into his new, dry book.
Upon finding a nice log, Loki sat down. But something was wrong. Someone was watching. He stood, put away his book and looked around.
Sat on a branch to his left was some sort of pixie. No taller than a regular goblet with mismatched garments that appeared to be made of leaves.
"Sorry, didn't mean to disturb you." They squeaked, standing up to look him in the eyes. Or nose.
"Are you a pixie? Fae?" A long list of other creatures would have followed if they didn't interrupt.
"Nope, just a regular Asgardian. Sort of."
"What happened to you?"
♤♡◇♧
It only happened a few years ago, but it felt like decades. As usual, Y/N ate their lunch at the edge of the woods. The shade stopped them from overheating and there was just enough light to read in. And, as usual, their unpleasant neighbours decided to come over.
Y/N was considered 'weird', and apparently that meant they deserved to be bullied. Avoiding large gathering and holding no interest in the royal family made them a prime target.
Most days Y/N ignored the group. They made a few jokes, commented on their appearance, and sometimes Y/N made a jab at their sad little lives. Any passerby would assume it was harmless banter, a couple of friends teasing each other.
However, the more Y/N ignored them, the worse the tormenting became.
Somehow one of them managed to get their hands on a potion. It was never supposed to cause any major damage! It just got... Out of hand.
Ink bleeds, and one of them misread the label. What they though said 'stink' actually said 'shrink'.
"Hey Y/N." The tallest said. They never bothered to learn their names. "How's your day so far?"
"It's suddenly gone downhill." They remained aloof as the group snickered quietly.
"Well we've got the perfect thing to cheer you up!" The one was short black hair nudged her redheaded friend.
"Oh yeah," He splashed the potion in their face, waiting for Y/N to start smelling like a rancid boar.
But that didn't happen. Instead they watched in horror as the liquid dissolved into Y/N's skin. They screamed as their bones changed shape, alerting the entire market to the scene. It was the sound nightmares were made of. Penetrating, deafening, mind-numbing. A sound they would never forget.
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Weeks went by and the two quickly became friends. Y/N would listen to Loki's complaining and inturn he would read them stories, update them on Asgard's gossip, anything they've missed.
Soon enough, summer turned to autumn. Leaves began to fall and Loki began to worry for Y/N's health. "Don't you get cold living in the trees?"
"Only at night and in winter." They shrugged and continued reading the book he temporarily shrunk for them. "A small fire can keep me warm."
"Why don't you come with me, you'll be warm and I'll find something more comfortable for you to sleep on."
"Oh no I-"
"You're coming with me." The firm look in his eyes told them not to argue.
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Y/N admired the castle from the inside of Loki's bag. Through a small gap they watched each piece of architecture they past.
"I can't believe you didn't tell me you're a prince." Y/N said, once they were in the safety of his bedroom.
Loki lifted them out, placing them on his bedside table. "I assumed you knew."
"Loki, the only person I spoke to was a squirrel."
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Despite what Y/N would say, Loki knew folded cloth wasn't as comfortable as a bed. He briefly considered buying and shrinking a bed for them, but he knew it wouldn't stay small for long. And it would be incredibly suspicious when extra furniture appeared in his quarters. The only option he had was doll house furniture.
It was Y/N's idea, of course (Loki wouldn't dream of making them sleep on such a thing). This way he could buy it at the market and they could stay in a draw.
It's hard to get anything past Frigga though. No matter how many times Loki told her it was for a project - or even just said he was making a dolls house - but she never believed him. So, like most mothers when their children are hiding something, she decided to investigate.
Grabbing a basket of Loki's clothes as an excuse, she waited until he was busy and walked in.
Upon entering, her gaze was immediately drawn to the incredibly tiny person trying to find somewhere to hide. "You must be Loki's new friend. He didn't tell me you were already living together." Frigga smiled kindly as Y/N's head popped up from behind a pillow.
"All-mother! I can explain..." They walked forwards slowly, sheepishly.
"Oh there's no need for that, dear. He used to bring all sorts of things in when he was younger, I'm just glad you can clean up after yourself. Has he told you about Hábrók?"
"No he hasn't." They grinned, wanting to know more.
Frigga sat on the bed beside them, absentmindedly fiddling with Loki's clothes. "Hábrók was a hawk. Loki chose that name because he had especially long legs-"
"Mother, what are you doing on here?" Loki burst through the door, visibly flushed from the story.
"Well you weren't going to introduce us, so I took matters into my own hands."
"Don't listen to her, Y/N." His tone became defensive, "I was very young when that happened."
"Don't be embarrassed, Loki, it's sweet."
His cheeks remained the same shade, but a boyish grin became evident. "Then you should know, Hábrók was refered to as the best of hawks."
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Frigga became a close friend to Y/N over the next few weeks. She got them far better furniture as well as clothes and food. Every other day they would have afternoon tea and share castle gossip. Being so small, Y/N was able to listen into conversations without being noticed.
Whenever Frigga had a spare moment, she spent it researching spells in old books. She had come to think of them as her own and wanted nothing more than for them to be themself again. She wanted them to go horse riding with Loki and attend banquets without being tripped over.
Finding a shrinking spell was easy enough, but very few mentioned the reversal. Without knowing the original spell, it was possible Y/N would grow taller than the oldest tree in the forest. So instead, Frigga resorted to other methods of research.
She convinced Y/N to reveal everything they remembered about the bullys. Perhaps they would remember the potion, or at least where they acquired it.
One of them, the redhead, had clearly never forgotten what happened. He dedicated the rest of his life to helping others around the village. He did anything from fixing a leaky roof to temporarily setting a broken bone. Unfortunately, he wasn't the one that bought the potion.
Following his directions, Frigga found the one with short black hair. Now it was closer to a buzz cut than a pixie, but she was still easily recognisable. She too had seen the error of her ways and vowed to never be so wicked again. She had married the local seamstress and settled down.
After all that time, she was still a chatterbox. Amid her many tales, she mentioned the old man that lived just out of the village. The one that made his money at the night market selling potions and faulty charms. The same one that would flee at the first sign of trouble.
Fortunately, all she needed to do was buy the potion. From their she could isolate it's ingredients and counteract the magic. It was an easy feat, so long as she wore a disguise.
Frigga had never seen anyone as happy as Y/N when she returned. She had given them the opportunity to live a normal life again. As normal as it could be in a palace married to the God of Mischief.
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On her trip to find the potion, Frigga had come across the old ringleader of the group. He was just as lanky as before, now with a little added muscle and plenty of battle scars. Scars obtained from the life of crime he continued to live.
He was the sole member that never looked for redemption. If anything, he saw the experience as a sign. A sign of how easy it was to get away with such heinous acts.
He enjoyed his life, alas it would not last. Because even Odin had become fond of Y/N and would not let a wanted criminal get away with anything else. Justice had to be served.
He tried to escape once again, but he was captured by Thor himself and thrown into the palace dungeons to serve his punishment.
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champion-prism · 2 years
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all it takes (is patience): 1
Pairings: Loki Odinson x F!Reader
Warnings: longfic, reader has anxious thoughts and is triggered slightly in the first chapter, eventual smut. Slow burn.
Summary:
The situation is one of the few instances of Loki being indelibrate. He hadn't meant anything by it but charity- to provide you, so desperate to learn magic, with a few resources to nudge you in the right direction.
But he finds himself here, a fresh young sorcerer enamoured by the idea of asking you to be his first ever apprentice.
Word Count: 3,826
Cross posted on AO3.
The man, Ulf, looks at you sceptically as you put your best face on, trying to look excited.
Bartending is my whole life, you try to communicate through your peppy expression. I live to serve drunkards cheap ale. It is a passion of mine, to watch them grow as inebriated as they can. Bar-wench is my middle name. 
“You do realise the shift we have calls for you to be here between 10 pm and 2 am at night?” he says, one eyebrow raised at you. “Says here you’re a city scholar. Don’ you kids need your beauty rest?”
You shake your head at him, smiling the whole time, also hoping that the smiling isn’t getting creepy.
“Most of my classes are in the afternoons and early evenings,” you lie, “I usually go to bed around three or four am!” 
The latter isn’t a lie at all, and he believes the whole thing. He has no reason not to.
“Look, kid,” he starts, “we’re in good need of someone to help wit the servin’ and such, so I’m takin’ this seriously. You do me a favour and take it just so, make sure you can handle workin’ four hours every night.”
You nod, hoping your expression is cool and collected rather than over-eager.
“A’ight,” he sighs, pushing back his chair and adjusting the dim light on his desk away from your resume. “Show up at 7.45 tomorrow, Ada will find you an apron. Ya take orders, ya serve drinks. If a lad gets handsy, you holler for me and I’ll break a bone of his, we don’t stand for things like that here.”
You’re profuse in thanking him, relief seeping through your entire body even as some part of you tells you how insane you’re being.
You need a job, but you don’t need it desperately.
Atleast, rationally you know you don’t need it desperately. You have food and lodgings- what you don’t have is pocket money; and you can go without an excess of clothes (although that doesn’t stop you from yearning for them), and you can go without sweets and little trinkets and toys that catch your eye so often.
You’ll still have to go without them, you think as you walk out of the pub, attempting vainly to summon a flicker of light to your palm as you step out into the street. It’s barely a five minute walk to your lodgings, which your landlady hates, but you’re thankful for. 
The flicker in your palm comes to naught, and serves only to strengthen your resolve. You need to save money, just enough to afford a private seidr tutor for a few months. Just someone to help you get started, properly, give you a direction in where to go and how to practise your magic.
You wonder how your landlady- Aunt, as you and your fellow lodgers have been calling her all your years of staying with her- is going to take to your finding a job at the dreaded establishment so nearby. Since the pub opened a few years ago, she’s been in constant fear of it impacting her business, parents not wanting to send their young children to board with her in a “ruined neighbourhood”. No such fear has ever come to anything, but that doesn’t stop her. 
Your lodgings are quiet as you get back, making it to your singular room without having to interact with anyone. You’re thankful for this, changing into comfortable clothes for the rest of the evening as you sprawl out on your narrow bed, staring up at the ceiling and willing yourself to perhaps study just a little bit. 
Instead, you daydream about your new job, and think almost with relish about how much busier you’re going to be. It’s near self punishment, the amount of classes you’re taking, now coupled with the job you’re going to work late nights at. 
Perhaps it will all teach you to be a hard worker, after all. 
You’re almost falling into a doze as someone knocks rapidly on your door. You get up to answer it groggily, only to find Vanais, Riva, and some of the younger girls, who rush into your room with half spoken, half squealed explanations. 
They press up against your window, around four or five of them, as Vanais turns to explain properly.
“The princes are heading out with the contingent to hunt that massive sea serpent that’s appeared near one of the fishing towns,” she says, while her friends peer out your window and into the street. “They should be passing through here in just a little while, the whole lot of them.”
Your eyes widen slightly as you join the girls at the window, giggling a little with them. 
“Do you think we’ll get to see Prince Thor?” you muse, telling yourself you’re indulging the girls when you’re really just indulging yourself. 
You hear the party before you see them, the faint sound of multiple horse hooves growing stronger until, leaning over the younger girls’ heads, you see two horses turn around the very distant corner of your street, to distinct figures upon them. 
There’s yelling and cheering from the other buildings in the street, several people all around having stuck their heads out windows to yell encouragement at the two figures, who you can now clearly see are the princes. They are followed by a solemn, slow procession of soldiers on horses, an altogether smaller group than you expected.
Prince Thor is waving and smiling and yelling back thanks at all his supporters- you blush at the idea of his catching your eye, but you’re on the fourth floor of this building, so while not impossible, it is unlikely. The thought comforts you as you stare shamelessly at him, caught between desiring him, and wondering what it would be like to be that beautiful. 
Not that Prince Loki, riding quietly by his side, does his brother any disservice. He is quiet where his brother is boisterous, but he smiles and tips his head slightly from time to time. He is regally handsome, with a colour palette you can appreciate over Thor’s- his dark greens remind you of the lush woods that flanked your childhood home, of ivy crawling over walls and blanketing fences. You wonder if he can make ivy grow with his seidr, and before envy can prick you, you turn to stare at Prince Thor again. 
The procession passes, and the princes are soon nothing to you but the backs of their helmets, one silver, one gold. You gaze at the different soldiers, all muscular, well built individuals, impressive with their swords and axes and spears hanging off their backs. 
They seem so dignified, so strong, and you tell yourself you’re too old to be swooning over soldiers, in spite of the fact that you’re of the perfect age, the exact demographic of girls that swoon over soldiers. 
You back away from the window, giving Riva’s ear a tweak. 
“You’ve seen enough soldiers,” you say, something of a laugh in your voice. “Get going to your rooms and let me rest.”
The girls comply, and Samis pinches your cheek as she leaves. 
The princes and their procession is the most interesting thing that happens in a while, and you fall into a rhythm with your new job- an erratic, perhaps slightly syncopated rhythm, but a rhythm nonetheless. 
Your mornings consist of waking up late and rushing to your classes. You resolve every night to wake up on time to be able to make yourself a little presentable before you go to your classes, but every day you show up with dark circles under your eyes, your hair unstyled, your clothes the first ones you could grab. 
During the day, you ignore the less urgent of your homework in favour of trying magic. 
You sit cross legged on the floor of your room, faltering and fumbling with the illusion of a few wildflowers you saw on your way home. It's alright- blurred at the edges, flickering, but still passably a conjured up bunch of wildflowers. 
You know you're supposed to command the refraction of light, and perhaps if you went slow enough to conjure the illusion shade by shade, you might do better. 
You sigh as you cease to hold the image, caught between the idea of practising the basics, or trying something new. 
You try simple colours but you're bored of those, so you turn your focus to an eraser on your desk and attempt to draw it towards yourself with magic. 
It doesn't move so much as a millimetre, but your head does begin to throb- from exertion or frustration, you can't tell. 
Levitation is too hard for you anyway, you know that. 
It'll be easier with a tutor, you tell yourself. You try not to think of all the valuable time you're giving up on until you can find a tutor. Until you can amass the money you need to hire a tutor. 
You're quietly resigned to the idea that you will never be a sorcerer, never be a mage. All you really want is a little bit of basic seidr (which seems to come so naturally to many Asgardians), enough to make you happy simply to practice it and play with it. 
You while time away (important time, time you could've used to study the newest trade treatise with Alfheim, perhaps) until it is time to go to work, and you struck with sudden horror at the notion of having to work as a bar-wench forever, lest you ignore your trade and politics studies in this way. 
You shudder these ideas away as you make your way to the pub at quarter to ten, slipping in through the back entrance and grabbing an apron from where multiple ones hang. 
Ada is bustling around between the kitchen and the seating area, and she gives you a brief smile and a “hello there, hon” as you make your way into the kitchen. 
You smile at the cooks, say hello to Magnis, the older man who brings in used dishes and cups, and walk into the pub proper. 
It’s filled with the usual post-dinner bustle, depressed drunks clinging to the bar table whilst others sit in the round tables all over the room. One man, in particular, has most of the patrons’ attention- he sits perched neatly on top of one of the tables in the centre, accommodated by his own lean figure, talking out to several people and nobody at once.
“-yes, I’m quite certain of it,” he says as you walk past with a tray of lager one of your coworkers had handed to you. “They are to return by tonight, high spirited at how quickly the hunt was conc-”
Here you walked out of earshot, not really caring to process the man’s words. You work almost automatically, taking slips of orders from your coworkers, taking them to the kitchen, receiving trays with table numbers on them in order to serve. Your workplace is rather more organised than others of its ilk, and you are grateful for the efficiency it affords you, despite Ulf insisting he remains understaffed. 
You’re in the process of unloading a tray of used mugs at the sink when one of the girls rushes in, excitement shining on her face. 
“Have you been listening to that man ousside?” she asks you, despite Ada’s warning “get back to work” look.
“He seems to think that the princes’ hunting party is going to pass through the city tonight,” she says, “and that we might catch a good glimpse of the serpent’s body as it is carried to the Palace!”
“What are they doing, carrying the beast back to the Palace, of all places?” Ada asks in spite of herself, leaning in with curiosity as most of the dishroom begins to listen.
“It’s to be gutted and skinned,” the girl grins, “and the head is to be turned into a wall mount, and oh, they shall probably use the skin to fashion armour!”
“If that intelligence is true,” you say, “do you know if they shall pass through our street again? They may choose to enter the city proper by another route.”
“Don’t be a pessimist,” she shoots back, although you weren’t trying to be. “We’re perfectly in their way, an’ I know it cause it was from here they made their exit into the country proper!”
You shrug as you and Ada disperse, getting back to work. 
Around midnight, just when the pub seems a little empty and you’ve just gotten the latest bit of gossip out of your head, you hear horse hooves.
Several of them, as it is, but you don’t have the liberty to stop working and go press your nose against the nearest window, wish it though you may. 
Your disappointment is baseless, anyway, because the doors of the pub are soon slammed wide open, and a merry party bursts in.
“Bartender!” yells Prince Thor, and the flush on his face tells you he is already a little drunk. He has an arm wound tightly around his brother’s shoulders, whose face is also rosy. Prince Loki looks at ease, but he doesn’t exude the exuberant energy his brother does.
“My brother,” begins Prince Thor, ignoring all the curtsies and bows directed at him and the brother in question, “my brother is a hunter,” he says, “and my brother is a drinker!”
The group of soldiers- over twenty of them, by your estimation- cheer as they begin to crowd inside the pub, finding empty chairs and tabletops to seat themselves on.
“He has undertaken the task,” continues the older prince, “of outdrinking every. Single. Person. In this pub!”
More cheers.
The Prince roars for alcohol to be brought in as you scurry to the kitchen, sharply directed by a slightly frantic Ada who is heading to the back to tap into her stores of lager, ale, and beer.
You’ve never witnessed a scene like this before. A happy, energetic, wild to be drunk hunting party, just returned- with royals, no less- is a blessing for any alcohol serving establishment which may hope to house the rowdiest, richest, most spoiled patrons it can wish for. What brawls and drinking contests might take place, and how many scattered broken teeth might be found on the floor the next morning!
The part about them all carrying back the serpent’s body was just a rumour, you come to know with some relief. You don’t like the idea of a giant bloodied serpent lying in your streets, waiting for the party to conclude its celebration before it is removed.
Ulf’s delight is a test for you all as you busy yourself with taking orders and rushing to the kitchens with them. You’re so busy, answering calls of “oi, girl!” and “hey, gorgeous, get us some beer!” and “yer uncommonly pretty for a bar wench, y’know” that you scarcely have time to process that you’re in proximity to the royal princes.
You’re not serving them, directly, although true to Prince Thor’s words, Prince Loki is now diligently downing jugs of alcohol in competition with some soldier in front of him. 
His capacity is wonderful, you observe. Three men drunk and down, and the Prince is uninhibited, downing more drink with cheerful alacrity and nary a sign of drunkenness. 
Gone are the dignified, responsible soldiers you saw proceeding through the street. These men are celebrating, drunk and wild and just a little handsy. 
You gather all your compliments of being uncommonly pretty and hope they will at least leave good tips.
Meanwhile, Prince Loki’s sobriety is turning into a point of contention. 
“You cheat, trickster,” says a man, glaring at the Prince with beady eyes with bags under them. “You’re using that, that Norn-f’rsaken magic o’ yours. No man can possibly drink so much wi’out going for as much as a single piss.”
It’s a fair point, you concede, busy with clearing a table close to theirs. You don’t hear what the Prince says in reply, barely registering his voice before the man stands up abruptly, revealing significant height, and no paltry amount of drunken rage.
“Now, now,” Prince Thor begins as you turn in alarm. The big man is blocking the princes from your view, and you try to back off before the man lunges for the younger Prince, only to be repelled by a blast of green.
The repulsion propels his rather large body directly towards yours, and without thinking, you push forth all the magic you can muster in your own defence.
Your eyes are closed shut as he slams into the wall right beside you- his trajectory wasn’t towards yours, after all.
Your weak, flickering attempt at a shield glows in front of both you, and the man, who shoves at the little barrier and breaks it with ease.
“Blasted amateur sorceress,” he hisses at you. “Stay out of this!” He launches himself at the princes once more, and you do not stay to see the ease with which he is reduced to a drunken, unconscious heap on the floor.
You’re rushing out the back, head ringing with how paltry your little shield was- your shield, those little projections you had been practicing diligently, something you should’ve been able to do but you hadn’t, you hadn’t, and what good was any practice when your seidr failed you when most needed?
What would have happened if the man had slammed into you? You couldn’t afford broken bones; you were a scholar. You had classes to attend, for the Norns’ sake!
Nobody pays you any mind. Your fellow servers are delighted at the prospect of having witness a brawl, much less a brawl concluded by the princes. Ada and Ulf are out in the front, trying to calm down as many people as they can, trying to make sure the fight doesn’t escalate and no property is damaged. You burst out of the back door and shut it behind you, cold night air on your cheeks as you stand in the empty alley, eyes stinging.
You find yourself with your back pressed against the wall of the pub, desperate tears rolling down your cheeks. You take deep breaths, more out of necessity than to calm yourself down, your fists clenched and nails digging into your palms. You suppress the urge to dig them with more ferocity into your arms, draw your claws out and leave burning marks on your own skin to stop you from crying.
This is it, you think miserably. You’ve entered one of your upset moods. You cry harder when you think of Prince Loki, the ease of his magic enveloping the area, how a simple flick of his hand could make so much energy bend to his command; effortless, fluid, talented.
You think of your own failed, flickering shield, the words blasted amateur sorceress and the man’s pasty, unshaven, ugly goddamn face burned into your head. 
“Surely you’ve heard worse,” a smooth voice rings out, and you start to see Prince Loki standing by the door you exited from, a few feet away from you.
His expression is impassive but for his raised eyebrows, green eyes trained intently on your face.
“Wha-?” you sniffle, wiping your face with your hands in what you’re sure must be the most vulgar display anyone has ever dared to attempt in front of a Prince of Asgard. 
If he’s disgusted, he doesn’t show it.
“Midnight frequenters of public houses don’t seem to be the most gracious people one meets these days,” he drawls. “Surely, worse patrons have said nastier things to you in the past.”
“But they’re rarely ever right,” you say, voice cracking. “And this one was. I’m terrible at seidr. I’ll never get any better!”
You dissolve into fresh tears, barely realising you’ve just conversed with a Prince without any of the marked deference you should have been showing. As if he were just another patron, just another man. 
You cry harder. 
Prince Loki steps closer to you, waving his hand in what you recognise immediately as a muffling charm, from how the sounds from the pub immediately grow muted.
“I’m sorry, you don’t have to- I’ll stop crying,” you say, trying to calm yourself.
“Don’t have to what?” he asks, tilting his head. His stance is relaxed, as if he has all the time in the world.
“Don’t have to muffle- the sounds, I shall stop crying and nobody shall hear,” you clarify, breathing easier now. 
“I’m not concerned with that. But how did you know I used a muffling charm?”
You speak concisely now, drawing from your theoretical knowledge of seidr as you talk about the signs you noticed- the upward flick of his wrist, the muted sounds from outside, the mild feeling of the air literally thickening to slow down sound. 
“Well articulated,” Prince Loki muses, now barely a foot away from you and leaning against the wall like you are. “Are you a sorceress?”
“Don’t insult me,” you gripe, immediately wishing you could bite your tongue. “I’m sorry, Your Highness, I mean no impertinence. I am not a sorceress.”
“But you’re theoretically versed in it.”
“Only a little,” you admit with a wince. “Only things from the few books I could get my hands on. The man in there was right,” you breathe, admitting your shame out loud. “I wish I was a sorceress. I’m just… not talented.”
He says nothing, looking at you with a contemplative look. 
“You’re rather pathetic,” he observes, after a while. 
You blanch, but say nothing. 
“Not because you’re terrible at seidr, which I don’t really think is as desperate a situation as you depict it,” he clarifies, “but you’re rather a defeatist little thing, aren’t you?”
You give him a pointed look. 
“If I might, Your Highness,” you say, “My interest in seidr developed rather late, and I have not had the advantage of books and classes to cultivate any skills. If not a natural, I might have developed technical skills given time- do I not have the right to lament my obvious deficiency in the only field that engages me?”
Here your eyes fill with tears again, and the prince seems to straighten in some alarm. 
“Don’t go crying again,” he says. “I don’t think you’re deficient. If it’s books you want,” he draws his hand into a pocket, “try the Royal library. The seidr section, the one locked away. Now don’t ever say I’m not a benevolent prince, for I am trying to be charitable.”
You don’t know when you ever accused him of malevolence, but you have no time to wonder out loud- he pulls your hand forward and presses something cold into it, walking back inside the public house.
He is gone as suddenly as he had appeared, and you have a small, golden key in the palm of your hand.
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way2geeky · 1 year
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Change? - Loki x Insecure!Reader
Warnings - insecure reader, inspirational Loki, Body shaming (Which is not true the idea that one body is superior to another is just plain silly. You all are beautiful.)
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Y/n starred at herself in the mirror, her tight dress comes down to her feet. She loved the dress in the store, but now all she can think of is how her body is not right. Her stomach is not as flat as she would like, she is not as pretty as she thought. She has changed her make up three times to try and make the situation better but nothing is helping. She has changed her shoes, her hair, everything and she has come to the conclusion that she is the problem.
She wasn't crying she was just looking. Staring and imagining, imaging herself with the body she dreamed. The body that she has always tried to have but could never achieve. The body that she has cried for many times. No, she didn't cry now, she was disappointed in herself for letting herself go.
In all honesty Y/n was not big, she was not small. She was simply Y/n. I person that was hated from the world because of her body. A person that has always tried to live up to others' expectations even though they were impossible. She was seen as beautiful, lovely, radiant, and the worst thing is that Y/n had no idea.
"My love-" Loki came rushing in book in hand, probably ready to go on a rant about a bad decision that a character did. "You look beautiful." He was wordless, in awe of the women that gave him her good graces. The women that gave him courage to love. Staring at her in admiration. She did not look at him staring down at her feet.
Loki dropped the book on the bed, coming closer kissing her neck lightly. His arms wrapped around her waist. Hands gliding across her stomach, and she winced. Loki immediately stopped looking at her through the mirror. "What? Are you alright?" He whispered worried that he crossed a line somewhere. "Loki?" "Yes," She turned to look at him in the eyes. Hers full of sorrow his full of worry. "Can you change a person physically?" "Well, yes, but why would you-?" "Can you do it for me?" "No." "What?" "No, I won't do it and the fact that you want me to change you physically or not is horrid. Why would I change you, Your you." "Exactly, Loki if you love me you would-" "Don't you dare doubt the way I feel about you. The way I felt a day, a month, a year ago, because trust me I would do anything for you. So just don't. Why in the norns, would you want that?" "Loki, look at me, look at my stomach, my -"
"Your healthy. I will not change that. Why are you all of a sudden asking me to change the very thing that is my muse?" She stayed silent, she didn't feel hurt, confused mostly terribly confused. She knew Loki loved her. She loved him more than words. That's why she wanted this, that's why she bought the dumb dress in the first place. "Well, I noticed that I don't dress like the other girls on the team do, and I just wanted to give you the best version I can be, so I bought this dress, and It doesn't fit right so If you just shrink me, I'll be beautiful."
He had tears in his eyes, "no" He whispered lowering his head. "I don't want the version of you that changes herself. I don't want the other girls, I want you. Now, what I will change however is that dress." "What?" "No piece of scrap fabric is going to make you feel inferior. I think I'll burn it or throw it out a window. Who knows the day is young." "I don't want to burn it." "Fine, the window please my love gets into an outfit that makes you comfortable, then I will read to you." He then left with a peck to the lips getting her favorite book. "Loki," "Yes my beloved." He answered searching the shelves for your book. "Thank you, I love you." He turned to her, blush creeping up into his cheeks, "I love you more, Oh and Y/n?" "Yes, Loki." "You are the definition of stunning."
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lokidokieokie · 2 years
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Accidental Confessions
Summary: After a mission to collect a special vile, the team unwinds on the quinjet back to the Tower. What happens when Tony decides that it was a good idea to unleash whatever was inside?
Warnings: Language that Steve wouldn’t approve of :)
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It was meant to be a simple mission: go in, collect the vile, get out. 
But, of course, it wasn’t as simple as it was meant to be. You guys were the Avengers after all. 
Something that Nicky happened to forget to mention was that the abandoned Hydra based you were meant to collect this vile from...wasn’t as abandoned as everyone thought it was.
They were fucking everywhere. The Hydra agents were like cockroaches: no matter how many you killed, fifty other ones seemed to take their place. And they just wouldn’t fucking die!
Like what were they made out of? Titanium? You had to stab one at least five times before they even screamed. They’re some special breed of Hydra crazy. 
But thank whatever Gods are out there (cause there has got to be more than Horns and Golden Retriever), Clint somehow managed to bypass the killer cockroaches and grab the vile (let’s all be real here tho, he definitely used the vents).
So with a final ‘Sayonara Fuckers,’ you left the building with a bang...like a literal bang. You (hopefully) managed to kill that infestation with the amount of C4 that you guys placed in the building. 
If not, it seems more like a Nicky problem.
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Once everyone boarded the Quinjet, a symphony of groans and grunts filled the silence. Everyone seemed very happy to be on-route back to the Tower. 
“What did we even endure that torture for?” Pietro questioned, looking at Natasha and Clint. 
This seemed to spark some sort of curiosity from everyone, and everyone locked their eyes onto both the super-spies...well everyone beside Tony, who was too engrossed by something on his phone to care.  
“Don’t look at me! I’m just a dude with a bow and arrow.” 
“You’re still a super-spy!” You argued. 
“Potato, potahto.” You rolled your eyes. How was this guy one of the top agents at SHIELD?
“Triple Imposter, got anything to share?” Tony, everyone’s favourite billionaire, decided to discard his phone and join the conversation; must’ve been one worth having. 
“Even if I did, I wouldn’t tell you.” 
Everyone rolled their eyes at that. Of course she wouldn’t. 
“Take it from me, my friends, it is better to leave the unknown untouched.” 
Speaking of things that should be left untouched; your eyes drifted to the form separated from the rest. Loki: your secret crush. 
You had been crushing on the raven-haired god for a while now, and found him incredibly distracting during missions because of it. Like the way he moved so gracefully while slicing into the enemy was just...indescribable.
Okay, okay, you could describe it: it was hot. Like burning molten lava hot. 
But it wasn’t just his hotness; the longer you got to know him, the sweeter he became. It was subtle things: like how he remembered how you took your coffee, or how you could both talk for hours about the newest books you were reading. 
You could feel a smile forming on your face just thinking about it, and scowled. That was why you needed to quench these feelings, and fast. If anyone on the team (god forbid Nat) found out about these feelings, you would never hear the end of it. 
That was why you decided that it was better to wait for the feelings to pass; no matter how much you longed for your fantasies to become reality. It would take time--an obnoxious amount at that--but they would eventually fade. 
“What’s got you looking both happy and sad, N/n?” Nat asked. If there was one thing the assassin was great at, it was reading Y/n...and knowing if she was lying. 
So everyone could understand her utter disbelief when you answer, “A multitude of things really. Specifically, the fact that I’ll never be able to love without fear of having it jeopardised by a variety of factors.” 
You clamped your hand over your mouth as everyone shifted their eyes onto you. You did not intend to be truthful. Why would you be truthful? Inner turmoil isn’t meant to be shared. It’s inner for a reason!
“I-” Nat stumbled. “I did not expect you answer that truthfully.” 
“It’s not like I wanted to! I don’t like talking about feelings...like ew!” You shivered. Feelings are scary...
Suddenly, Thor’s laughter filled the room. “I don’t understand why my inner turmoil is so amusing, Poptarts!” 
“Forgive me, Y/n. I did not intend to mock your feelings. I am merely amused by Loki. He just admitted that he-” A hand was quickly placed over his mouth before he could continue. 
“It would be wise to keep your mouth shut, Brother.” Thor nodded his head and complied, but the smirk that lingered on his face spoke a thousand words. 
“What’s next? Bruce is going to suddenly declare his love for Nat?” Tony mumbled. 
The Scientist and Assassin were wide-eyed. “I-What?” Bruce spluttered. 
“Did not mean to say that.” Tony sheepishly smiled. 
“Something is clearly going on guys.” You spoke, a few murmured in agreement.
“It’s gotta be coming from that vile.” 
Tony smirked, “Let’s test that theory, shall we?” And with that, Tony proceeded to smash the vile on the ground. The glass shattering, and releasing whatever gas was in that vile. 
“Why would you do that?” Pietro screamed, “You might’ve killed us all!” 
“Relax, Speedy Gonzales, it’s gotta be some sort of truth serum...and I want to know all of your secrets.”
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Ever since Tony has unleashed whatever was inside that vile, everyone seemed to separate themselves from the others. Who would want to willingly reveal the multitude of secrets they had? You sure had a few to keep. 
You decided to head to the back of the ship, and continued to stare at the floor. You couldn’t fathom the possibility of accidentally slipping up and revealing your crush on the mischievous god. 
Only the universe knows what sort of shit show that would bring. 
You were brought out of your thoughts by the very man who occupied your mind, sitting next you. You shifted your gaze upwards to meet his, and instantly paled. This was not going to go well.
“I couldn’t stand being on my own for any longer. I hope you don’t mind...” He trailed off. 
You shook your head; too afraid to open your lips incase words just decided to spill out. He smiled, noticing her sheepishness. 
God you loved that smile...
“I love your smile too, Y/n.” Your cheeks turned crimson. 
“Stupid truth serum.” Loki laughed. 
Guess you could somewhat tolerate this truth serum if you got to hear that sound.
“Odin’s beard, you two should just confess that you fancy each other!” Thor shouted from the front of the ship. 
Tony smirked, “It would ease the sexual tension.” 
Wanda gasped and whacked the back of Tony’s head. “There is a child on board.” She proceeded to clamp her hands over Peter’s ears. 
He huffed, “I’m almost eighteen, Miss Wanda.” 
“But seriously, you guys just need to bump uglies. Get it out of the system.” Tony ignored Wanda’s threatening glare. 
Both you and Loki remained silent; still too scared that the serum will reveal your biggest secret: that you wouldn’t mind if you did. 
“It’s not that hard, guys. Just start by admitting that you like each other.” Nat smirked, catching onto why you were being so quiet. You glared at her. 
But, it seems like both you and Loki had a need to correct their words, as you both ended up simultaneously blurting out:
“But I don’t like him, I love him!”
“But I don’t like her, I love her!”
Everyone on the quinjet snickered. They knew this was coming. However, your eyes widened, as did Loki’s. This was not how you wanted this to go. 
“FUCKING TRUTH SERUM!”
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Hope you enjoyed some random shit my brain concocted :)
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softforloki · 2 years
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A lil request! If you want to write!! Can you write one where reader and loki sketching and painting together?! Like a small date they decided to go near lake!!
Well well well. If it isn't me finally getting some goddamn work done.
Been putting this off because I haven't felt like writing much lately, but this is a super cute idea and I'm ready to crank something out!
Summery: You invite Loki to join you while you paint a landscape. He decides he'd rather put you to paper instead.
Word Count: 1,512
Warnings: Mild angst. Like SUPER mild. Like a smidgeon of angst. But mostly fluff
Masterlist
Paint, Pencils, and Precious Love
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It was astonishing what you could do with a palette of fifty-two colors.
You sat in the grass, legs folded comfortably as you studied you painting, propped up in the small easel. Your paintbrush dangled from you teeth, and your brows furrowed in contemplation. Your eyes darted between your landscape and the watercolor palette balanced on your knee, planning your next move.
Loki set down his sketch pad and slid his pencil in the metal spiral holding the pages for safekeeping. He craned his neck to see your work. The painting was done in greens and blues, and depicted the lake you sat at. The water was calm and serene, and reflected the image of the old tree that hung over it. You'd even added little ducks and a boat on the lake.
"It's lovely, darling." He commented, pulling your scrutinizing eyes away and to him.
"It needs something." You replied testily. "It needs more color, but I don't know how to work it in."
You turned the easel so he could see it better. Loki privately thought that every piece you created was perfect no matter what, but he assessed the work nonetheless, your words turning over and over in his head.
"You could take some liberties over here and add different plant life," He suggested, gesturing to the grassy riverbank. "Add some flowers, or perhaps make the tree bear some sort of fruit."
You tilted the painting back towards yourself, eyes narrows as you considered. "That could actually work," you murmured, tapping the bristles of your brush gently to a color in your palette.
Loki smiled softly as he watched you return to your work, newly invigorated. He picked his sketch pad back up to resume his own project.
His smile only grew when you peered back up at him from the pages. He'd drawn you exactly as you were: lovely and ethereal, with your paintbrush hovering above the canvas as your lips curved upwards in calm relaxation.
He retrieved his pencil and continued shading the tiny squares of paint on the palette in your hand. It wasn't easy drawing a thirty-two color set with a single pencil, but Loki was careful to adjust the force of the lead on his paper to represent the different colors with as many different variations and shades of gray as he could.
When you'd invited Loki to come with you on your latest on-location painting expedition, how could he have refused? He loved watching you work, and felt honored that you even let him be in your presence when you painted. He'd developed a fond devotion for the quiet stretches of time when he watched you do magic with your medium, or when you were both working on individual projects.
The lake you'd taken him to was beautiful and picturesque, but after a few minutes of attempting to put it to paper, he'd found himself quite distracted. Loki had abandoned the lake in favor of capturing a far more exquisite likeness: you.
When he was satisfied, he placed the pad in the grass and focused all his attention on you. Your lips were pursed in concentration and you leaned over your canvas as you moved your brush in careful, concentrated strokes. Loki leaned over to see what it was you were detailing when you quickly shifted the painting away from him.
"No peeking!" You admonished, flicking your brush at him. He scoffed in indignation as tiny speckles of pink appeared on his gray sweater. With a roll of his eyes and a wave of his hand the paint vanished.
"Fine then," he huffed, deliberately placing his sketch pad facedown in retaliation. "Keep your secrets."
"I shall." You stuck your tongue out at him.
Loki playfully tossed his pencil at your head, only for you to catch it between your pointer and middle finger. You met his gaze again, arching an eyebrow. "I'm keeping this."
"Do with it as you will; I'm finished."
"Really? How'd it go?"
"Perfectly. I'm very pleased with how it turned out."
"Awesome! Give me like five minutes and we can do a grand reveal."
"Take your time, love." Loki settled his chin in his hand and watched you continue.
You refocused on your work, but your eyes kept flickering over the canvas to look at him. Loki tried to suppress the smile that threatened to overtake him every time your eyes met his.
"Cut that out," You demanded.
"Cut what out?"
"You're staring at me! It's distracting."
"Oh, I'm terribly sorry. Am I supposed to just not look at you?"
"That's exactly what you're supposed to do."
He groaned, flopping dramatically on his back to stare up at the sky. "Will this suffice?"
You giggled. "Perfectly amendable." You agreed.
Though he could no longer see your face, Loki felt his heart soar. He sighed, cushioning his hands behind his head and shutting his eyes.
After a few minutes of quiet, he felt something poke his cheek. He cracked an eye open to see you leaning over him, gently pressing the end of your paintbrush into his skin. "Ready when you are, captain." You grinned down at him.
Loki pushed himself up, capturing your lips in his own. He savored your quiet squeak of surprise as he slide his fingers up your arm. "You're transcendent," he murmured against your lips, as if in explanation.
"You haven't even seen it yet," You laugh breathlessly.
"I'm not talking about the painting, though I'm sure it's a masterpiece." He hummed, trailing his fingers over your shoulder, neck, and gently resting his hand on your cheek. "You are magnificent, darling. You're the masterpiece."
You ducked your head a little, averting your gaze. He let you hide your face in his shoulder, gripping his waist. Loki didn't fully understand why you seemed embarrassed or felt the need to retreat whenever he praised you, but he found your trepidation endearing and mildly heartbreaking. It was as though you didn't believe you were worthy of admiration. It made him want to scour the cosmos in search of the more priceless treasures to present to you. He wanted to seat you upon a throne of gold and wait on you hand and foot.
He wanted to show you that you were worthy of everything the universe had to offer, and so much more.
"Will you show me what you've done, now?" Loki asked quietly, stroking your back gently.
You pulled back, nodding mutely. You rubbed your hand across your eyes, sniffing a little. You leaned over to carefully grab your canvas.
He gently took the proffered painting. You'd painted little pink blossoms on the tree, turning it into an apple tree. You'd even added a few fallen petals laying on the surface of the lake.
"I really liked your fruit tree idea, but I figured that since this is a landscape in spring, it wouldn't be fully ripe, and I'm pretty good at apple blossoms, so I decided to go with that." You rambled as Loki studied canvas. "I also like that the pink adds just enough of a pop of color, it looks really good with the greens and blues."
"It's gorgeous. I love it. You're absolutely right- the apple tree ties it all together perfectly."
You finally relaxed, smiling shyly at him. You murmured your thanks as he passed the painting back. "Can I see yours now?" You ask quietly.
Loki smiled warmly at you, retrieving his sketch and handing it to you. His smile only grew as your eyes widened upon seeing just what he'd drawn.
"Oh, wow." You breathed. "Wow. I didn't....oh. Oh my gosh. This is.... oh my gosh, Loki."
He chuckled as you continued to sputter though some sort of a reaction, his expression growing fond as you looked back and forth between him and the sketch. "Yes?" He prompted.
"I thought you were drawing..." Your gaze flicked to the real-life lake and tree and them back to him.
"I started with that," He admitted, leaning closer and resting his chin on your shoulder to peer at his work. "But then I realized you were a much more desirable subject."
You wriggled closer to Loki, your back pressing against his chest. You nuzzled your nose into his cheek, whining softly in bashfulness. He wrapped his arms around your middle in return, smiling into your skin.
"Can I keep it?" You asked, voice barely above a whisper.
"Only if I can keep yours." He replied.
You nodded against him, glancing up to catch his gaze. "I was gonna give it to you, anyway."
Loki laughed, pressing soft kisses to your shoulder and neck. "Lovely, precious thing." He breathed into you. "My most spectacular, dearest, darling.
He he continued speaking words of praise and poetry into your skin. He held you tightly and loved you so fiercely that you shook from the intensity of it all.
"You're so good, Loki." You whispered. "You're so good to me. I love you."
"And I love you. I'll love you until the end of time."
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Tis the damn Season
Oneshot #55 - part 3 (and last part) to White Horse
Pairing: Loki x reader
Warnings: Might have a bit of mentions of violence, alludes to sexual content but doesn’t actually involve it
Tags:  @peachybaes , @wolfish-trickster , @writinguntilmyheartgivesout  and @nms224​ (thank you guys for the support on White horse, and on Good 4 U, you have no idea how ecstatic they made me, my heart was very happy, I appreciate you, and all my other readers and I hope you enjoy the finale to this little series 💖💖)
A/N: AAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!! I never thought I’d actually finish this part because I kept alternating between what I wanted to do with it but I am so happy with how it did turn out!! Honestly you don’t have to read the other parts to understand this one but I would recommend it. Anywayyyy, ENJOY!!!!!
You take a deep breath as you collect your thoughts, walking carefully through the doors to enter the golden Asgardian palace for the first time in forever.
Your eyes flit over to a flash of green and gold and you panic, turning the other way to run from that which you feared seeing again so much.
You hadn’t been home in ages, too taken with the cultures and ways of mortals on earth to want to come back. The only reason you’d returned was because your mother had begged for your presence at the annual royal celebration that had become tradition for you to attend. Other than that, you were completely uninterested in being back in this realm.
“As I live and breath... hello to you fair y/n.” The familiar teasing voice says calmly from the distance. You freeze in place, cursing him and his buttery smooth voice in your head as you turn, your grimace quickly replaced with a smile.
“Your highness.” You greet quietly, wanting nothing more than to leave this awkward interaction.
“I believe we’ve known each other long enough that you may call me my name y/n.” He challenges, his smile turning to the mischievous smirk.
“Of course... Loki.” You murmur through gritted teeth. He nods in approval tauntingly.
“We’ve missed you around here. Lady Sif and I have had to find different ways to entertain each other.” He says, his grin staying in place as your demeanor shifts a bit out of place.
If I wanted to know
Who you were hanging with
While I was gone, I would’ve asked you
“Of course. I’m sure you found your ways though. You always have.” You reply steadily, turning to step around him to find your way to your family. “If you’ll excuse me.” You mutter on your way around him.
You wait, expecting him to step in your way and block your path but to your surprise, the gesture doesn’t come.
“We will be seeing each other.” Loki hums from behind you. With that, a feeling of surprise longing and unease settles in your stomach as you make your way away from him.
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“My darling y/n, you look lovely.” Your mother cries as you watch yourself in the golden framed mirror.
She’s not wrong, you know it. You do in fact look amazing, shimmering in a dark y/f/c ensemble fit for royalty, decked out in an array of gold and silver detailing.
But the reflection in the mirror was almost unrecognizable. You know this was how you’d dressed and looked before you left, but this style, this lavish look was like it belonged to another person. You felt like you couldn’t possibly be the one looking back at you in the reflection.
“Thanks mom.” You murmur appreciatively, ignoring the pit of doubt in your throat.
Your mother leaves, hurrying off to ready herself for the festivities but you crash down onto your bed, staring up at the decorative ceiling. Not every household had paintings over their heads, but you were one of the luckier ones, with flowers and a meadow painted above where you slept, keeping you grounded and relaxed in your worst moments.
“You know my love, those flowers are just like you. Wild, beautiful and full of life.” You hear his voice in the back of your mind but not in the invasive way it normally was. No, this voice was sweet as honey, one from a distant memory. A smile came to your lips uncontrollably as you remembered the moments he’d traced symbols over your bare arms with his chilling fingers, wrapped up in the soft sheets together, having sent shivers up your spine every time.
If you were being honest with yourself, you’d longed for that familiar chill when he’d spoken with you in the halls.
It’s the kind of cold
Fogs up windshield glass
But I felt it when I passed you
“Come on y/n, we can’t be late.” Your mother calls and you quickly run down to her, wanting to escape your thoughts more than anything.
You fix your hair as you come to a slow down the end of the hall, quietly following the rest of your family towards the city square.
The Center of Asgard is buzzing with activity, kids running around the town square. You laughed a little as a little girl ran around your legs but a moment later a little boy chasing her catches you off guard. You move to jump out of the way but the heel of your shoe gets caught on a woman’s dress and you trip towards the ground.
A second later you’re gazing into the cloudy eyes of the crowned prince, his arms holding you upright easily.
“Are you alright?” He asks, a look of genuine concern on his face. Your y/e/c widen as you stare up at him, your mouth slightly ajar in shock.
“I-I’m fine thanks.” You mutter, pulling yourself out of your trance. He pulls you up with him as he stands straight, sticking his hands in his pockets awkwardly.
“Seeing as you are in fact fine, would you do me the honour of accompanying me in a dance?” He asks, a flicker of hope in his eye.
There’s an ache in you
Put there by the ache in me
“Sure.” You say after a hesitant pause as you brush nonexistent dust off your clothes.
A tentative smile plays on his lips as he pulls you into his arms for a dance, leading the way to the makeshift floor, the motion like a second nature to him.
“Even after all this time you still know how to dance so well.” You tease with a smile. He chuckles, the sound filling your ears happily.
Asgard may have been where you’d grown up but it felt like you’d outgrown it. Everything about Loki though, somehow, you could never be done with him. Not without lying to yourself anyway.
“So, you and lady Sif hm?” You ask with a smirk as he laughs a little harder.
“Goodness no. If she knew I had told you such lies she would have my head on a platter.” He admits, making you giggle yourself.
“Glad to hear.” You hum as he dips you towards the floor, meeting your eyes. You both stare for a moment, reminiscing.
But if it’s all the same to you
It’s the same to me
“It has been rather dull with you gone you know.” Loki teases, pulling you to your feet and twirling you around effortlessly.
“I always have been the life of the party.” You joke with a wide grin as he pulls you back into him.
“Or all others just simply cannot compare to you.” He shrugs with a knowing smirk as you try to hide your blush.
You spend the night twirling away in his arms, watching the festivities take place around you and slowly remembering why you hadn’t left Asgard sooner. The beauty of the kingdom at night, the lights like fine glitter against the gold of the palace nearby almost too much to bear.
Loki watches in amusement as you take everything in once again, smiling at the small sparkle in your eyes.
“You always had a way of making it seem as though you were only just seeing the city for the first time, no matter how many years you have spent here.” He notes, his lips pursed in concentration.
“Well to be fair, it’s like I’m seeing it through new eyes today.” You say with a grin.
You try to ignore the obvious frown on his face, not wanting to further ruin the mood.
“I see you have been enjoying your time on Midgard then.” He says, an undertone of bitterness evident in his voice.
You sigh, crossing your arms at the topic.
“Yes Loki, I’m enjoying my time doing what I wanted to do, now if you’ll excuse me.” You mumble, walking quickly away from him, narrowly missing his arm reaching out for you.
You head back inside while he stands there, letting out a groan of frustration at his own stupidity.
He gives up on his own common sense and chases you, grabbing your hand gently. “I am sorry. I should not… I do not know why I brought that up. I allowed my own pride to get ahead of me.” He admits, frowning at you apologetically. “Would you please forgive a dear old idiot prince?” He teases and you snicker, a smile cracking through your angry state.
So we could call it even
You could call me babe for the weekend
“I don’t know Loki, you really acted like a dick.” You sigh honestly, laughing again when he looks at you quizzically. “a jerk, an ass, a true idiot.” You elaborate, giggling. He nods, finally grasping your meaning.
“I know. I really did. But I have seen how you feel without me there. I just.... I am not ready to let go of you yet my love.” He murmurs softly, taking your hand in his carefully as though it might break. A familiar shiver runs up your hand and down your spine, the tingle of it sending a nostalgic twang to your heart.
“Please Loki don’t call me that. I can’t... It’s too much.” You plead quietly, your voice barely a whisper as the words escape your lips. He nods in silent understanding.
You stand in quiet peace, you not pulling your hand away from his own and tentatively leaning against the railing, leaving your hand with his for the comfort.
“Did you know that it’s actually a holiday on Midgard right now too? Well, not really a holiday but it’s what they also call the ‘Holiday season’. It’s beautiful there right now too, all decked out in lights and colours and sweets and different ornaments they hang from their trees. They have a lot of different holidays celebrated by all different people, that’s what the midgardians call themselves, and it’s really strange but at the same time it’s almost magical.” You explain, wanting to share your experiences with him to try and show him why you felt interest about Midgard.
“And which is your favourite?” He asks quietly, nuzzling up to you as he used to, wanting to hear your voice regardless of the fact that it was about the place he now so loathed.
“Well I like them all. And they have this stuff falling from the sky called snow, it’s like a white powder. Kids play in it and you have to shovel it in the morning to get to work, that I had to learn the harder way.” You ramble, laughing at the memory of your first snowfall not long ago. “It’s so different from Asgard, they’re so much less formal there. It’s really strange, talking in shortened terms, different technologies. It’s really fascinating Loki.” You finish and his faint smile is much bigger than it was, the sound of you happy and passionate about something making him overjoyed despite his resting bitterness.
“Is it as magical as this?” He asks, holding out his palm and creating a burst of mini fireworks in his hand.
“Loki I don’t mean literally magical. I mean more figuratively speaking. It’s their most romantic time of the year, that’s why they feel it’s magical.” You explain briefly, smiling with a blush at the sparks of colour in his hand. You go to push down his hand and as your body moves ever so slightly, you’re facing each other, truly eye to eye for the very first time in so long, the literal and figurative sparks flying around you.
Tis the damn season, write this down
I’m staying at my parents’ house
Loki takes careful action, reaching up and brushing his thumb over your bottom lip slowly, teasingly. He cups your face there, the thrill of feeling your skin on his skin sending a small rush of adrenaline through his cold veins as he pulls you in. You don’t protest, letting him lure you back as you’d once so feared but in the moment, couldn’t one bit imagine why.
He waits a moment for the protest that doesn’t come before leaning in and brushing his lips on yours, first gently but rushing into needy rather quickly. He kisses you passionately, his tongue soon slipping in your mouth when you grant it entry and pulling you along with him, hidden around the corner of the balcony safely while the two of you ‘properly’ re-greet each other.
“Stop... stop.” He says breathlessly, planting needy kisses along your face to cool down, only making you feel more wound up in the process.
“I must confess something before we continue.” He says, still in his daze of the moment. You nod, not sure what you can say, all thoughts sucked from your mind the moment your lips met.
“I told your mother to ask you to come back for the celebration. I chose the outfit you are wearing right now and by the norns, I am glad I did because you are truly a vision but the point is, I deceived you to get you back here.” He says, the words flooding out of his mouth.
You let out a small snort, falling into a small fit of laughter. He looks completely bewildered, shocked by your reaction.
“Loki, you’re the god of mischief. I have loved you for far too long not to know this. Did you really think I wasn’t going to be the least bit suspicious when my mother asked, no, BEGGED me to come home for this day and made such a big deal out of it when she’s never really cared for it before?” You giggle as you go through your explanation.
“I knew this was your doing almost as soon as I received the invite. I was only slightly suspicious at first but then my mother visited me and begged me to come and I knew right away you had something to do with it.” You laugh and you get really confused as you see him grinning like a mad man. “what?”
“You said you love me.” He says, beaming with excitement. You blush scarlet in realization.
“I- no- that was not what I meant to say!” You stammer.
“Oh but it is what you said, I caught it. You still love me darling.” He smirks in a cocky manner and you sigh, not wanting to argue with him in such a nice moment.
“Yes alright... yes I love you. I have always and probably always will Loki.” You admit with a grin not nearly matching his own.
And the road not taken looks real good now
And it always leads to you in my hometown
“I love you too. Always have always will.” He promises, pressing another kiss on your forehead.
“I’ve missed you so much Loki. I tried to meet other people but... I really don’t know how to get over all we’ve had, even if I do like being on Midgard. Would you ever consider coming there with me?” You ask quietly, blinking up at him with eyes full of hope.
He stares back at you, taken aback by the question. Never once had he imagined such a question coming from you. Sure, he’d pondered the question himself many times but never from you, he imagined you would wish to lead a separate life from that which you’d shared. 
“My beloved... I am not sure that idea is the best one... those residents of Midgard surely remember my... faults. I am sure that many loath my existence. I could never live there, with you, risking your life and safety to their wrath. I am certain harm would come to one of us and if it were you... I could not forgive myself.” He frowns, holding your face in his hands.
“You’re an infamous trickster, surely you can mask your true identity from them.” You frown, your eyes glazed with unshed tears, your lip starting to wobble, staring down at the city you used to run around with Loki in. The strong memories were intoxicating to you both and you knew that.
I parked my car, right between the Methodist
And the school that used to be ours
“My love please do not cry, I so hate it when you cry. I did not say I would not find a way to make us work. If it is truly what you want, We will find a way. I promise you. I only said that me living on Midgard is not the best plan.” He explains with a promising smile as your hopeful gaze returns.
Where all these hopes were coming from, you honestly didn’t know. You were in a bad place with your feelings for Loki for a long time. There were times you wanted to come back to Asgard to strangle him and others where you wanted to come back to hug him tight and never let go.
You were at peace with your feelings for him prior to the return. But now, you realized feelings so unresolved and so strong weren’t going away so easily. It was so strong you couldn’t in good conscience ignore him or ignore them. They needed to be revived or put to rest, but you were having a harder time than ever deciding which was the answer.
“I hate that you make me feel like this.” You sigh, leaning into him.
He chuckles, pulling you in closer. “I am well aware, and yet I love it just as I love you.” He teases, kissing your forehead gently.
The chill of his fingers soothes you in a way, making you feel more at home than you imagined before your return. It was odd, you had never thought being in his arms again would feel the same. You thought you had matured enough to feel no such feelings if he ever laid a finger on you again but his touch is somehow making you feel like nothing had changed and like the past few years were completely frozen in time.
The holidays linger like bad perfume,
You can run but only so far
“This does not mean I wish to remain in Asgard Loki. I love you more than life itself but I stand by all that I’ve said thus far. I am your equal, not your lesser and you have to treat me like it and let me make my own decisions.” You warn, looking back at him, your posture slightly stronger and the confidence in your voice unwavering.
“I understand my love. And though I do not at all agree with your home of choice, I shall not interfere with your wishes again. I have learned what it is like to live in spite of you and I never wish to live in such a way again. I cannot bear to lose you over my own stupidity again Darling.” Loki vows, squeezing your hands in a sort of promise.
A year ago, you would have never believed the words coming from his mouth. You likely would have ran before he could speak even a sentence of all that he had said at this point. 
But you had definitely grown and you could tell Loki had too. His full blown anger seemed to have dissipated over time and you could hardly judge him if it hadn’t, having had a few meltdowns on the subject yourself over your time apart. 
The anger was no longer fresh, more like a plant, growing and growing until it slowly died and shriveled away.
Of course, you knew that this might be the worst idea either of you had ever had. Of course you knew it was risky and trivial. But you didn’t care as much. The change you saw in Loki now from the Loki you’d seen all that time ago was intense and it was all you’d hoped for.
“You know, you WILL have to come and stay at my place at least sometimes...” You teased, making him let out a dramatic sigh.
“Or you could come here and I could avoid all those Midgardians who absolutely loathe me...” He offers and you shake your head slowly, laughing as he pouts.
“It’s called compromise darling, you have to learn it eventually.” You tell him, sticking your tongue out as he groans even louder. 
The two of you remain giggling on the balcony for a large majority of the festivities, pointing out places on Asgard you hadn’t been in forever. Neither of you were certain of what the future may hold for your relationship and neither of you spoke about it, deciding that the love you shared in that moment was enough to last you a long while. At least for the celebration, you had no worries except each other. 
I escaped it too, remember how you watched me leave
But if it’s ok with you, it’s ok with me...
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thepilotanon · 1 year
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If Kylo Ren and Loki fought over you who would you pick?
Why would I pick when I can have both??
I never mind treating myself to more than one dessert, honestly. Learn to spoil yourself, sweet beans, because you deserve it!
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Blue Christmas
One-Shots Masterlist | Complete Masterlist | Secret Santa Masterlist
Summary: You ask Loki to give you something special for Christmas. A/N: This is a Secret Santa gift for @divine-knight-hand. I wanted to give you everything you requested, my love, but I already wrote something similar a while ago. For the sake of not sounding repetitive, I altered your request just a little bit. I hope you still like it. However, please check out the other story because it checks off all your points! And is Christmas-themed! Mayari: If You Let Me. Also, sorry for the cringy title. I couldn't think of anything else. Pairing: Loki x Female Reader Word Count: Over 2.7k Warnings: Explicit. Smut. P in V. Jotunn Loki (yes, cuz he's a whole warning!)
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You crossed your legs as the last rays of the sun were trickling down on your body. Your book was discarded on the ground as the condensation from your Pina Colada dripped down onto the side table.
Loki had surprised you and whisked you away to the Fiji Islands for Christmas— no more crowded New York streets. No more dirty ice falling onto you from the splash of an oncoming taxicab. And certainly, no more missions and assignments till the New Year.
It had been an exhaustive nineteen-hour flight. Especially since he didn’t tell you anything he was planning. When you came home to your room earlier that day, you were greeted by Loki with two suitcases on either side of him.
“Merry Yuletide, Darling,” he said as he rolled your luggage over to you and kissed you on your lips in greeting.
“Loki- what?”
“No time to explain, we need to leave now in order to catch our flight,” he said ushering you out the door by patting you on the bum. You jumped up with giddiness, planting a lipstick-stained kiss on his cheek. He was always surprising you with little trinkets and excursions.
“Thank you, sir,” you said in a deep voice.
“Ooh, you dangerous nymph. Go on. I need my wits about me till we get on the plane. I can’t have you distracting me.”
“Then, after?” you asked luring him to a sinful promise.
“After,” he promised in the same breathy tone.
That was two days ago. Loki had kept his promise, and then some- inducting you both into the mile-high club several times over.
Now, here you were in a private villa surrounded by an infinity pool that stretched towards the Pacific, watching your godly boyfriend come out of the water. He ran his hands through his hair, combing the droplets from his tresses. Beads fell down the defined lines of his muscles causing you to heat up in the already balmy weather.
The sight of Loki, wet and in nothing but short swim trunks, was enough to make you convulse. You were sure that if Michelangelo had a model for David, it would’ve been Loki. And knowing Loki, you wouldn’t have been surprised if it was him.
He came up to you, lounging on your chair, and shook his wet hair in front of you to tease you. “St-stop!” you laughed as you playfully pushed him before you got completely wet.
“Awe, come on, Darling. I thought you liked me wet?” he charmed as he sat next to you and leaned in for a kiss.
“I have to admit, it is kind of refreshing.” You said as your hands guided themselves around his slick body. “It’s so hot here. I might need something to cool me down,” you tempted.
There was a flash of understanding in his face. Nights of hedonistic pleasure and anticipation of his moods taught you how to read him. If you weren’t so attuned to him- so zealously infatuated with him and his praise over you, you would have missed it. But you didn’t.
“What’s wrong?” you asked.
“Nothing. I just-” he paused for a second, trying to find the right words. “There was a reason why I chose Fiji.”
“You mean, the beautiful waters and sandy beaches weren’t enough of a reason?” you joked.
“It’s in the southern hemisphere. Which means that it’s summer here whilst still cold and winter back home.”
“Why would the season be an issue?”
“Contingency.”
“Contingency, for what?” you asked confused.
“It was about what you wanted for Christmas,” he answered slowly. Confusion still clouding your memory. Little bits and pieces of a long-forgotten conversation nipped at your mind as you tried to piece together what you had asked him to give you.
As if to remind you, Loki raised his hand and cupped your face. As he did so, his fingers turned a beautiful shade of blue. It was fair, yet sharp. It reminded you of the color of blue thistles on a cold afternoon.
As he touched your cheek, a shiver ran down your skin making you shudder for the first time since you arrived. Realization struck you as you remembered the conversation you two had a month ago.
“I think I know what I want for Christmas,” you lured him in. “And what is that, my Darling?” Loki said absentmindedly while looking through his mission briefing. “You." “You already have me,” he scoffed, placing a kiss on your forehead. “I meant…all of you…the other you…” you trailed silently. Loki looked at you bewildered. There were many nights he had dreamt of taking you in his other form, wondering how you would react to him. He’s postponed showing you this long because he was afraid of his feral nature. He would be at the mercy of his urges and base needs. Loki wasn’t quite sure how to ease you into that new situation. Would he be too much for you? Knowing your adventurous spirit, you wouldn’t mind having his beastly side take you. “Why, you little nymph. Now, why would you want to see that side of me, hmm?”
Excitement bubbled up inside you. “Loki, I-” you started, but he quickly put a finger to your lips to quiet you.
“I want this, Darling. And I want it with you. So, if at any point in time, you want to stop, you know our safe word.” You nodded your head enthusiastically and Loki chuckled. “But I should let you know, that…there was a reason why I’ve waited this long to show you. I become somewhat different when I change. Jotunns, in their very nature, are severe. Harsher. They have to be, to live in the climate they do, and survive.”
You sat there, fervently hanging onto every word Loki was saying. “We relied upon each other for strength, for warmth, basic needs…” Loki trailed off, tracing your lower lip with his cold finger.  “You can imagine the creativity we had in finding ways to keep our blood warm and stave off the frigid climate.” You nodded solemnly at his words as if they were gospel.
“If we do this, I need you to be in control. Do you understand me, Darling?” he asked, inching closer to you. You felt a shiver run down your body. You focused on his eyes as his lips weaved a spell for you to follow. “I won’t know how much is too much. How rough is too rough.”
Loki grabbed your hips and sat you on his lap. The sudden move made you yelp into his arms. “Sorry, my dear. You see, I’m already too excited. My body is reacting to you.” He ran his nose up and down your neck. His cold hands encircled your back, caging you on top of him. “I’ve wanted to take you like this for so long.” His hands entwined themselves with your hair and pulled as his lips met yours in a crushing kiss.
You held on tightly, with your legs wrapped around his waist, as Loki stood up and walked both of you to the edge of your bed. When he broke the kiss, you heard him moan before he continued to suck a bruise onto your neck.
You felt his body change. The hairs atop your skin began to stand as the temperature began to drop. The once-sweltering heat that prickled your skin was replaced by the cool tingles of his touch. It surrounded you and enveloped you in a cold caress. You finally understood the need for a warmer climate. With a slight force, he released you from him, falling onto the soft mattress below.
That was when you had your first glimpse of his true self. The beautiful shade of blue you had seen earlier spread throughout his body. His form was somehow sharper, more jagged. Yet still soft and giving. He had markings defined by fine lines and grooves. They traced over his muscles and sinew, highlighting the best parts of himself. You followed them with your eyes as it led your stare down to his protruding cock. Your jaw went slack as you noticed how hard he was for you already.
Loki watched you appraise him. Your wanton eyes grew darker, and your breathing got quicker. His senses picked up every reaction that your body was going through. He was prepared to confront your fear or disgust, but he couldn’t see that in your face. Instead, he saw hunger and need. He could smell your desire growing for him and it made him feral. He wrapped his hands around his shaft, stroking himself to the sight of you, ready and waiting on his bed.
Loki felt ravenous as he knelt over you on top of the sheets. He spread your legs apart, seating himself in between the warmth of your thighs. His heavy cock resting atop your wet cunt. His hands eagerly tore up your swimsuit as they explored and venerated your body. His lip’s sole mission was to mark bruises where his hands had trailed, following the chill of his touch.
“…Loki…”
“Shh, Darling. I won’t hurt you. Unless you want me to,” he winked as he nipped the underside of your breast. Too many emotions. Too many thoughts. They were swirling at the forefront of his mind wanting to be said. His desire for you was overwhelming him.
In this form, he felt more primal. His emotions were stronger and almost frightening, but all he felt was fire. Everywhere. An all-consuming heat that wouldn’t dissipate until he had claimed you. His need for you was never as aggressive as it was right now. If he wasn’t careful, he knew he could easily hurt you. He needed you to be in control.
“Don’t stop,” you begged him.
“And what would you have me do my Darling?” he breathed onto your skin. “Tell me, and I will comply.” Loki was giving you the green light. The authority to take over because he wasn’t sure if he could be gentle enough not to harm you.
Oh, but the fire. The fire inside him wouldn’t relent. “Shall I force my cock down your throat till you gag for me to stop?” he suggested with a grin. You bit your lip and moaned as the image took hold in your mind. You moved your hips involuntarily, rubbing against his hefty shaft.
“Maybe I’ll edge you for the rest of our stay. Keep you here tied to our bed, my little slave, until I’ve properly bred you.” Loki seized your lips and held you down on the bed. His cold hands capture your wrist in an icy grip.
“S’cold,” you gritted.
“You can take it. You don’t mind a little bit of frostbite. Don’t you, my love?” He ground his hips as he bit into the soft flesh of your shoulder, leaving teeth marks in their wake. You felt his hard cock rub against your sensitive nub. It elicited the most erotic noise from your lips. Loki fought to keep his composure. With every moan you made, it got harder and harder for him to control his urges.
“I thought this was supposed to be my Christmas present,” you sighed, regaining some form of authority and clarity. You intertwined your fingers with his and signaled him to turn over with your hip. You pushed his shoulders down onto the bed as you straddled his waist.
Loki looked up at you in all your glory. Your beautiful face shining down with love and adoration was enough to heal the worry and anxiety he was feeling. “I want to admire my present,” you pouted as your eyes took all of him in.
His mischievous smile broke through as he raised his arms and placed his hands behind his head. “As you wish,” he hissed as the corded muscles in his biceps swelled.
You traced his beautiful blue markings down from his arms to his pecs. “You’re beautiful,” you whispered absent-mindedly, getting lost in the exploration of his body. Loki blushed at your words. He had never heard that word describe his Jotunn form before and it ignited a warm glow inside of him. Different than the fire, but still heated.
You leaned over him as your study led you to his neck and handsome face. You traced his dark lips as he opened them. His bright ruby eyes concentrated on you. “I love my present,” you whispered before you gently kissed him. “Thank you.”
Loki deepened the kiss, his tongue invading yours, as he wrapped his arms around you once again. His cold touch left a trail of goosebumps as he squeezed and grabbed your ass. He raised you slightly with one hand. And with the other, he guided himself into your entrance. The slick of your arousal coating the tip of his hard cock. “Are you ready for me?” he grunted. You nodded your head, keeping your lips on his, not wanting to break contact.
He thrust deep into your body. His heels held on against the mattress of the bed. He held your hips stable as he continued to drive upwards slowly- savoring how snug you were around him.  Every pull of your tight pussy made him moan your name. “…yes…”  he whined.
You sat up, holding onto his shoulders for support. “I need you, Loki,” you pleaded. Your nails dug into his dark skin as your hips took over his strokes. “…deeper…faster…”
“Take me then, Darling. Use me.” He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. He wanted to do this for you. To be good for you. With each push of your hips, he unraveled each time. Crowning to a tight knot in his abdomen.
You waited patiently for him to open his eyes and see the love and pride you had for him. When he did, you were met with an intense sparkle of carmine. Desire and vulnerability shone through, swirling in his gaze. His brows furrowed with pleasure as he bit his lip. “…oh, fuck…” he cried.
You moved faster. Your swollen clit rubbed against his dark curls adding to the already heightened pleasure you were building. You took his hands from your hips and guided them up your body. You placed them over your bouncing tits and he squeezed- rubbing your hardened nipple with his thumb.
“That’s my good little whore,” he gasped. “You like it rough don’t you?” You squeezed tighter around him in answer and Loki couldn’t stop the wolfish grin on his face.
He swallowed thickly watching you enjoy his touch. “Loki” you screamed. The only indication that you had reached your climax and was about to topple over. You trembled over his body screaming his name over and over as you came down from your bliss.
“Don’t stop, Darling.” He pushed harder into you. “Ride me,” he commanded. Loki watched as you clenched around his hard cock- disappearing into your wet folds. The sight was enough to make him tremble.
God, he was so much bigger in this form. You had to push hard to meet the hilt of his shaft. You raised your hips and dipped back down eliciting the deepest groan fleeing his lips. “That’s a good girl,” he whispered. “Fuckin’ good girl.” His head tilted back and the desire to claim you came back. He had to take you faster. Harder.
He dug his heels back into the mattress and slammed his hips upwards. The gasping air leaving your lungs, the wicked moans filling his ears. All of it coerced him to cum inside you- finally releasing his pent-up yearning. Loki couldn’t stop the moans or praises leaving his lips. Your name peppered in with teasing curses and praises.  “You always know how to make me feel good, don’t you, pet?” he prized as he took a deep breath to steady his exhaustion.
“Mmm, yes sir.” You kissed him ardently, taking his breath away from his already spent lungs. You trailed your kisses down to his neck and onto his panting chest. Each kiss made your lips tingle and chilly.
“We should probably get ready for dinner. What say you, my love?”
“Hmm? Maybe in a while…I’m not done playing with my Christmas gift yet.” You responded as your lips traveled further down towards his already hardening cock.
Loki smiled as he closed his eyes, savoring the feel of your warm tongue on his cool skin. “In a while,” he repeated. “Fuck…in a while.”
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