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thirsty4villains · 2 months
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Cool Heat
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Summary: You're an assistant for the Avengers. Loki has been hiding up in his room for the past week. You go to check on him and he's reverted back to his Jotun form, but he's not quite himself. The two of you discover that Jotuns go into cycles of heat, and Loki hasn't been in his Jotun form for over a millennia...
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: Mentions of dubcon
Tags: Loki lives in Stark Tower with the Avengers, PIV, smut, humor, romance, Jotun!Loki, dom!Loki, spanking, more tags to be added
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Notes: THANK YOU GUYS FOR BEING SO PATIENT, I'm sorry this chapter took so long to roll out. Real life stuff, I hope y'all understand. Please enjoy!
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CHAPTER 4
You woke up feeling more rested than you did most mornings. If you knew Loki was this good at sex you may have hit him up earlier. Asshole or no, he knew what he was doing. Last night’s events replayed in your head repeatedly: your dream that wasn’t a dream, your conversation, and ultimately the conclusion. They spun around in your head as you tried to assess because it was hard to believe that you had sex with Loki. You also wondered, was it wrong that you weren’t angry at him for having sex while you were unconscious? It definitely wasn’t right of him, but you’d been feeling so lonely and horny – horny for him – that you didn’t care. You quite enjoyed it, actually.
After mulling these thoughts, you took a shower, got dressed, and threw the sheets in the washer. It was nearing 11:00 am on a Tuesday. Shit, you were supposed to submit some reports to Coulson by nine!
You ran to the elevator and went back up to the penthouse. Gathering your paperwork and opening your laptop, you opened up the S.H.I.E.L.D. database and began uploading the work you should have submitted two hours ago. Thankfully, there were no text messages, emails in your inbox, or missed calls on your phone, so Coulson must be preoccupied this morning. Hopefully he wouldn’t notice the time stamp that read 11:28am.
In this moment you were eternally grateful the majority of your work was remote because if you came into S.H.I.E.L.D. headquarters three hours late because you slept in, Fury would have your head.
With that problem finished, you went to check on Loki. Back down in the bedroom areas, you stood in the hallway and knocked on his bedroom door. A sense of deja vu swept over you.
“Come in,” the god’s voice said behind the door.
The knob turned and you entered Loki’s room. He sat on his bed, staring at the wall opposite him. He seemed not all there.
“Loki?” you asked. “How are you feeling?”
“Not worse, but not better, either.”
“So you’re still..?”
“Still enormously frustrated sexually? Yes.”
A wave of insecurity washed over you. “It wasn’t… bad, was it?”
He shook his head. “Quite the contrary, it was exactly what I needed. I felt better, instantly. But it came back as soon as I awoke this morning. The fundamental issue I am facing, however, is this dreaded blue color – and these horns. I cannot will this form away with magic no matter how hard I try.”
You apologized for his state.
“Are you not disgusted by me?” the god asked. “After last night?”
“I already told you that it’s okay, you weren’t yourself,” you said.
“I also meant… after.”
“Like, the actual sex?”
He nodded.
“Are you not disgusted by this brutish, carnal form? How rough I was with you. These horns… these claws…” He sneered after looking at his own nails.
“No.” You blushed. “It was really hot, actually.”
For the first time in days, he laughed an actual, genuine laugh. “Sincerely? You human women are so strange. No Asgardian woman in their right mind would bed a Jotun.”
“Their loss,” you said.
He furrowed his eyebrow at you but also, perhaps there was a hint of a smile?
“No matter, my predicament is… URGH!”
Out of nowhere, Loki curled his right hand into a fist and punched the wall. Little pieces of drywall flew outward. Loki retracted his hand and a fist-sized hole was left behind in its wake. He dusted off a thin layer of powder from his knuckles.
You jumped back. “What was that?!”
Loki’s shoulders heaved. “I don’t know! That’s the problem! I don’t know. I have no clue why this is happening now, and why it’s so drastic. I get these changes in mood, like I’m nothing but an adolescent again who cannot even master his own emotions. I feel virile yet emasculated. We had intercourse, so why was it not enough?”
He punched the wall a second time. With gritted teeth and labored breaths he stared at it and you were unsure if the god was lost in thought or would lose his temper entirely. You watched his pecs and the dark blue ridges upon his body move up and down with his breaths. His lean arms, the biceps on them; those horns, those eyes…
Okay, snap back to reality. Loki’s having a crisis. Sex is the only thing that made him feel himself again, even if it was just for a few hours. Like he said, he was in heat; maybe just one go isn’t enough to get the job done.
“Well, we know what we have to do, then.” You outstretched your arms, offering yourself.
He turned from the wall. “What are you –”
“What position do you want me in, Loki?” You interrupted, asserting yourself. You fought the blush creeping up your cheeks. “On my back? On my side? Do you want me to blow you first? Pick one. You want to fix this, right?”
Loki stood there in shock; examining your face, your body language. Or was he checking you out? He dropped his fist that was prepping to punch the wall and his lips stretched into a devious grin.
“On the bed, all fours.”
“Now we’re getting somewhere,” you replied.
Stripping yourself of your clothes, you approached his bed, staying in the crawling position upon his mattress.
To your side he stripped as well, and he was already rock hard. That blueish purple cock sprang from his pants, rearing to go. He climbed onto the bed behind you, examining your backside. You jolted forward as his cold hands touched your thighs. You’d forgotten how cold he felt. His icy fingers traced the smooth skin of your legs.
Then out of nowhere, he spanked you. A cold, red handprint decorated your bottom.
You gave a small screech, jolting forward again – both from the low temperature and the sudden smack.
“You like that?” he asked.
“Mm-hmm,” you muttered, nodding.
Another smack, and this next screech was mixed with a moan.
“Your assertiveness was quite endearing, but remember your tone when speaking to your king.”
He spanked your ass again.
“My – my king?” you asked.
“Yes, your king. Did I not mention to you the other day that I was kept as a bargain by Odin? I wasn’t any Jotun child, I was Laufey’s son, the king of the Jotuns.”
Another spanking. You felt yourself grow wet amidst the pain.
“N – no, you didn’t mention that part.”
“Though I failed to conquer Earth, and Thor is the first heir to Asgard, since Laufey is dead I am still a king in my own right – of Jotunheim.”
“Oh. I’m sorry, my king.”
He gave you one last spanking, a lighter smack, a playful one. “I forgive you,” he said, lowering himself over your back, so his lips could graze your ear. He placed his hands on your butt, to soothe the irritated skin. The iciness felt good but you also squirmed due to your skin being so sensitive there.
With his new position, his cock rested against your cunt. You prevented yourself from lurching forward. He rubbed the cold member against your lips.
“Now your king shall claim what is his.”
Without further warning, Loki penetrated your opening, sinking completely within you. His chilly member made you clench around him. You gasped as you acclimated to him. Oh god, he was big. You didn’t know how you could forget since the last time you fucked him was literally hours ago, yet you were still in awe. His cool, dextrous fingers brushed your hips, finding the perfect place to grip in order to rail you. Then, he moved within you, and you already felt your juices coating him and your own thighs. Completely at his mercy, you allowed him to take all of you, as you kneeled on the bed, all fours, like an animal. He slipped in and out of your cunt at a deliciously fast pace, hitting the right spot every time. Your arms barely kept upright as you tried to keep up the weight of yourself and your balance as the god of mischief rocked your body.
While fucking you, Loki removed one hand from your hip to grasp your hair and tugged. Your head tilted backward so that you were forced to look straight forward instead of below. On one hand you could count how many times you were in Loki’s room, and you didn’t realize until now that he had a mirror mounted above the bed frame, so when he pulled your hair you were forced to look at the scene. You, your tits hanging, on hands and knees, and the blue god of mischief with one hand fisted in your hair and his cock taking you for all you’re worth. His mouth flashed a devious smile as your eyes connected through the mirror, and his red eyes gleamed of hunger and dominance. He tightened his fist in your hair and spoke.
“Enjoying the view?”
In your pleasure you found it difficult to form words.
He spanked your ass. The combination of that, your hair, the view ahead, and your cunt sent sparks through your body. A high-pitched moan escaped your lips.
“I asked you a question.”
Your legs quaked like jello, but you managed to say: “Yes!”
The light in the god’s eyes danced. Another smile graced his face, “Good.” 
He released your hair. Your head fell forward again, your arms collapsed underneath you, and now your face was buried in the mattress. With nothing but your ass in the air, Loki continued to drive into your pussy, chuckling at the state of you; tired, splayed out, and completely surrendered to him. He gave another playful spanking on your behind.
You gathered the blankets underneath, balling them in your fists as Loki delivered your pleasure unto you. All you could do was hold on, listen to the sounds of his hips slapping your skin and the wet noises of furious lovemaking, and praise his body into the bed. Your legs, before jello, were now an autumn leaf shaking in the wind and you knew you were so close. Loki dug his claws into your hips, claiming you once again and you were gone. Shouting into the blankets, your cunt tensed before finally releasing, and you climaxed on the god’s cold, pulsing cock; riding the waves and yet somehow keeping your ass in the air.
Your climax, however, was the catalyst for his own and Loki burst within you, sending a final few thrusts into your hole. He filled you again, uttering his own release to the heavens. Then you both collapsed onto the bed.
When he found the strength to roll off you, you excused yourself to his bathroom to clean up. After that, as well as re-brushing your hair and getting dressed, you entered his bedroom again to find him on the bed reading a book. Loki was still naked as the day he was born. One long, lean blue leg was crossed over the other as he lay back. Your eyes traced the ridges of his Jotun form up along his toned body, then up his face and ending at the curve of his horns. His eyelashes fluttered against his ruby-red eyes. How in the world did he see himself ugly in this form?
You spoke up: “It’s getting close to afternoon. I’m gonna make breakfast. Want anything?”
Loki looked up from his book and nodded. “Yes, I’ll be up in a minute. I’ll have whatever you are having.”
“Cool,” you said, returning upstairs to the penthouse.
In the kitchen you pulled out the cookware and ingredients to make scrambled eggs and hash browns. The items sizzled on the pans, filling the kitchen with the aroma of eggs, potatoes, and spices. Your stomach growled in approval and restlessness. Loki joined shortly behind you, now clothed in his usual garb of black and green. His horns stood high and mighty, even regal, atop his head, cutting through the air.
“This is the first time I have been out in this state at midday in nearly a fortnight,” Loki remarked. He looked around the room, almost as if he’d forgotten what it looked like bathed in noon’s light. 
“That’s rough. I’m sorry,” you said. “How do you feel now?”
“Better – much. I had thought I would need intercourse once and this would go away. Now, I am not so sure. I am hoping… soon.”
You nodded. “Yeah, especially since we don’t know when the others will come back from that mission, and if you’re still ‘sick’,” you airquoted. “...by the time they get back, I’m pretty sure they’re going to start getting nosy, maybe even suspicious.”
Loki growled, not enthused by that thought. A slight tingle tickled your southern area. Instantly, you wondered: were you an asshole for being attracted to his irritability? It’s not like you meant to, but the growling was, well…
“Do you need help with the cooking?” Loki said, interrupting your thoughts.
“Yes, thank you.” Good distraction from that moral dilemma. Thank you, Loki. “Actually, could you help clean up? Put some of the things away for me while I watch the stove?”
The god nodded and proceeded to help with his tasks. Cabinets were opened and closed as he put the spices away, he went and washed the silverware you weren’t using anymore, and threw the eggshells and other trash in the garbage. The food would be ready in just a few minutes.
The kitchen grew quiet again when he finished. So quiet, you thought he may have slinked off somewhere – to the bathroom or something. Until you felt a pair of hands on your hips.
“And you are well after our encounters?” he asked, his voice low and husky. His cool breath tickled your ear. 
One of his hands moved lower, cupping your ass slightly. A jolt of electricity flowed through you. He had you pinned between his front and the kitchen counter.
“The eggs,” you said in protest. 
“What about the eggs?” he quipped, squeezing you lightly.
“They’ll burn. Don’t distract me.”
“Then don’t get distracted.”
Loki proceeded to move his other hand to your other ass cheek, kneading both hands on your behind through your shorts. His mouth lowered closer to you, gliding his cold tongue against your neck. The hairs on your arms stood on their ends, goosebumps budding. The god licked slowly, deliberately. You shivered and Loki chuckled lightly against your skin. He bared his teeth -- his fangs -- and grazed the points over your carotid.
You tried to pay attention to the cooking food; flipping over the eggs, watching the potatoes, adjusting the heat as necessary. However, you were facing much difficulty ignoring the rising heat within your body.
Loki switched between teeth and tongue, lapping and nipping at your neck. You gasped when he bit your earlobe, smoothing over the pain with another lick. One of his hands moved to your front, sneaking underneath your shorts and underwear to play with you. His fingers toyed with your slit, wetting them in your slick and using his lubricated digits to circle your clit. You did your best to not lurch into the hot stove with his cold hands pleasuring you. Your hands gripped the handle on the oven as you moaned aloud.
“I told you not to get distracted,” the god teased. You opened your eyes – which you didn’t realize you’d even closed and quickly removed the eggs from the heat. The ends browned a bit, but they were nowhere close to burned; just a bit more cooked than you’d like them to be.
Your hands returned to the oven’s door handle, bracing yourself so your legs wouldn’t give in. Loki teased you mercilessly: one hand on your ass, the other playing with your clit, and his mouth, tongue, and lips attacking your neck and ear. You could already feel the hickey forming.
“Turn your head toward me,” the god urged.
You did, and met his gaze. He stole a kiss, deep and wanton, and cold; deliciously and illicitly cold. As you kissed, you realized this was your first one with him. A bit backwards, given you’d had sex twice before even kissing, but not unwanted. No, not unwanted at all. His kiss made you lightheaded and shivery, especially as he dove his tongue into your mouth. All this while he massaged your clit, soft and engorged and wet.
When the kiss broke, you took the hash browns off the heat too. “It’s hard to not get distracted when I can’t even see what’s in front of me.”
“Well, there’s no more distracting then, given the food’s done.”
“Mm-hmm.”
Without a moment’s hesitation, Loki yanked your shorts and underwear down your legs. They pooled at your ankles. He barely gave you any time to shake them off before parting your legs for him, exposing your opening for him, and he entered you swiftly. You gave a choked sound as you adjusted to him, his thick, chilly, irresistible cock planted within you. His hands moved; one on hip and the other under your shirt to pinch your nipples.
“I thought you were good,” you croaked.
“Oh, I’m more than good now,” Loki uttered as he began to move within you.
“I mean… We just fucked… not even twenty minutes ago, and already… Mmmf.” You bit your lip as he hit that sweet spot within you.
“What can I say? I finished cleaning up, then I began watching you. Your shorts barely covering your ass, accentuating your thighs, how your hair cascades down your shoulders. Something like a switch flipped inside me. I had to have you. You won’t deny me now, surely?”
“N – no.” Your thighs pressed together and your eyes shut closed. With anyone else this would be too much, but with him you didn’t find yourself growing tired, nor sore, nor overstimulated. Something about Loki, his touch, his voice made you want his sex just as much as he required it for his sanity.
So he fucked you there, on the kitchen counter, in front of the stove. The god of mischief thrusted into you, his chest pressed against your back. The chill of his skin radiated from his chest through your shirt, and of course his cold hands on your breasts and cock buried inside you aroused your senses and your attention. He drove his cock upward, and the best you could do was hold on for dear life as he fucked his divine jotun lechery into you. As they did when you were taken from behind, your thighs shook, your pussy clenched, and with a snap Loki spilled his frigid seed into you. His fingernails dug into your hips and teeth sunk into your neck as he completed his final thrusts, filling you with his load.
The two of you took a moment to catch your breaths. His chest rose and fell against your back, his wintry breath panting upon your skin. When he removed himself, a wet plop noise sounded as his cock exited you. His seed within you trickled down your legs, droplets of him dripping onto the tile floor. You moaned impatiently upon his removal, as you were still flushed with arousal. 
“Patience, woman,” the god spoke. “I am not yet done.”
Without warning, he grabbed you and moved you to an empty space on the counter. Placing you with your back against the granite, he lined his still erect cock with your entrance. His hands grabbed your ankles, resting them on the dip of his shoulders and again, he drove into you.
You screamed.
The frost giant god railed you with his cock, with complete and total access to your cunt, filling you to the brim. Within seconds, he hit the sweet spot within you at the perfect, fast, desperate pace, and you came on him. Your walls pulsed and contracted as you rode his cold member through your orgasm, screaming at the ceiling of Stark Tower. All the muscles in your body relaxed and you finally opened your eyes to see the face of a demon grinning lasciviously at you. His raven black hair rested upon his shoulders, a pretty contrast to his sapphire skin, and you watched him as he fucked you to a second completion.
A third time today – or was it fourth, since technically you fucked after midnight last night, and then this morning, and now… Your brain was too addled but yes, four was probably right. For a fourth time today, Loki came inside you, his member pulsating within you, ejaculating and filling you once again.
He bent down and bit your neck before separating. His scarlet eyes roamed over your body, entirely used and spent. He chuckled to himself. You must have been quite a sight at the moment, with your hair every which way and utterly drenched of him.
With a flick of his wrist, a golden hue emanated from his hands and then disappeared – the mess with it. All of his cum – on the counter, inside you, on the floor, vanished as if it had never existed. With a light head you carefully sat up and jumped down from the counter.
“You look like you’re about to faint,” Loki said.
“I’ll be fine, I just need food. It’s not customary for me to fuck multiple times before breakfast. I’m on an empty stomach right now and I just came three times in half an hour.”
You redressed yourself and plated the food. “Great, well, it’s almost cold now. You interested in cold eggs? ‘Cause that’s what we’re getting.”
“Are you saying you regret our tryst?” he teased.
“No. Yes… I don’t know. No, no I don’t regret it, but I don’t want cold breakfast either!”
You plopped your plate on the dining table harder than was necessary and sat in the chair, ready to eat your sad breakfast.
The god flicked his wrist again, and instantly steam emanated from your food. The smell of warm food filled your nostrils again and you devoured your breakfast.
“Would a ‘thank you’ hurt?”
“Fank you,” you said, mouth half-full.
Loki quirked an eyebrow at the utter impropriety. He redressed himself and joined you at the table.
“We are probably going to need to fuck once breakfast is finished. I’m already feeling the urge again.”
“Oh, sweet Jesus,” you muttered. This was the worst best problem you’ve ever encountered.
And he was true to his word. When the dishes were loaded into the dishwasher, Loki had you on the counter again.
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your-eternal-lies · 24 days
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_  HEAT OF THE MOMENT (AU masterlist)
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FEATURED PAIRINGS — Fire Chief!Ari Levinson x Reader / Firefighter!Bucky Barnes x Reader / Firefighter!Jake Jensen x Reader / Small!Firefighter!Steve Rogers x Reader / Fire Marshal!Frank Adler x Reader / Firefighter!Loki Laufeyson x Reader / Firefighter!Lloyd Hansen x Reader / Firefighter!Thor Odinson x Reader / Firefighter!Pietro Maximoff x Reader AU INTRO — The local fire department, the famous and beloved Station 616, is just teeming with eligible bachelors... but not for long! Summers are for falling in love, after all.
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CONTENTS AND WARNINGS — Modern AU, firefighter AU, crossover fic, language, fluff, mild angst, sexual content (ranging from mild to explicit), rom-com vibes, no use of y/n, each character gets their own Reader (not a poly fic), playboy tendencies, age gap, friends to lovers, workplace romances, enemies to lovers, allusions to divorce/troubled marriages, and possibly more as the stories are written.
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NOTE — Each story is a three-part miniseries and can be read as standalones. I do not currently have any plans to write any more than what’s listed, but I will never say never. There is also no release schedule; I will post at my own leisure so please refrain from asking, thank you!
LAST UPDATED: March 31, 2024 STATUS: Coming Soon
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PLAYING WITH FIRE _  ╰┈➤ ft. Fire Chief!Ari Levinson x Photographer f!Reader
Ari is the dedicated fire chief of Station 616 who runs the show with an iron fist and a heart of gold, but the one thing he can’t seem to get a handle on is his personal life—until the Station is partnered up with a new bright-eyed photographer for this year’s charity calendar photoshoot. Part 1 ┊ Part 2 ┊ Part 3
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MOTH TO A FLAME _  ╰┈➤ ft. Firefighter!Bucky Barnes x Firefighter f!Reader
There are strict rules to be followed in life, otherwise the world would descend to chaos, right? You insist on never dating a coworker, while Bucky insists on not dating at all. Well, fortunately for the both of you, everyone knows rules are made to be broken. Part 1 ┊ Part 2 ┊ Part 3
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FIRE AND WHISKEY _  ╰┈➤ ft. Firefighter!Jake Jensen x Bartender f!Reader
It’s tradition that the entire squad heads down to the same local hole in the wall for any occasion, no matter what it is, okay? It has absolutely nothing to do with Jensen’s insanely obvious crush on the badass bartender, capeesh?  Part 1 ┊ Part 2 ┊ Part 3
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COMIN’ IN HOT _  ╰┈➤ ft. Small!Firefighter!Steve Rogers x Volunteer f!Reader
At just 5’4” and 95 pounds soaking wet, Steve is the scrawniest yet the most determined member of the 616 team. Often underestimated, he finds solace in a budding relationship with the part-time volunteer at the firehouse, who seems to see right through his physical appearance. Part 1 ┊ Part 2 ┊ Part 3
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BURNING UP _  ╰┈➤ ft. Fire Marshal!Frank Adler x Business Owner f!Reader
You are horrified when you head to work one day only to discover that your precious store has gone up in flames. And if that isn’t already terrible enough, it seems the crabby, unsmiling fire marshal assigned to your case is already convinced that you’re guilty of arson. Part 1 ┊ Part 2 ┊ Part 3
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HEAT WAVE _  ╰┈➤ ft. Firefighter!Loki Laufeyson x Environmentalist f!Reader
Loki, the enigmatic and secretly sensitive member of the team, is dispatched to a scene across town, he’s not expecting anything out of the ordinary. Imagine his surprise when he finds a woman from his past, chained to a tree, and leading an environmental protest that is quickly getting out of hand. Part 1 ┊ Part 2 ┊ Part 3
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WARM BEDS _  ╰┈➤ ft. Firefighter!Lloyd Hansen x Teacher f!Reader
Lloyd doesn’t actually like teaching fire safety to snot-nosed brats, but he loves going on the prowl for his next one night stand with the single moms, teachers, and school administrators… until he meets his match in a new no-nonsense teacher, who remains frustratingly unimpressed in the face of his uniform and charm. Part 1 ┊ Part 2 ┊ Part 3
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HOT-BLOODED _  ╰┈➤ ft. Firefighter!Thor Odinson x Grad Student f!Reader
You’re usually very level-headed, okay? You’re not usually the type to get into scrapes like this. All you wanted was a tiny bit of revenge on your cheating, lying ex-boyfriend… you didn’t expect your rage to get the better of you, nor did you expect the fire you set to his car to get so out of control.  Part 1 ┊ Part 2 ┊ Part 3
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WORLD ON FIRE _  ╰┈➤ ft. Firefighter!Pietro Maximoff x Reporter f!Reader
Rumours begin to swirl around Station 616, calling into question the integrity of the fire department’s hiring policies. But when you meet Pietro Maximoff, the firefighter at the centre of all the controversy, suddenly the price of a potentially career-making story is no longer one you’re willing to pay. Part 1 ┊ Part 2 ┊ Part 3
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NOTES — I cannot wait to share these with you!!! 🥰
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nostalgia-tblr · 3 months
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okay it turns out writing fic is hard so i have made a PHOTOSTORY of the Dark Lokius fic that i would write if i wasn't lazy and a coward:
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theofreakingbell · 1 year
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so somehow I hurt my back and the only way of walking that doesn't cause intense pain for me right now strongly resembles the cartoonish villain sneak. hunched over arms up like a squirrel. and now I'm cackling imagining Loki wandering around the tower like that and everyone's like ???? why's he suddenly gone all villain sneak but in reality he just hurt his back and is trying to not aggrivate it further
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deadlynavigation · 2 years
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Saw you need requests. Reader just loving jotun loki. Can be smut or not. Idk your rules.
Heat Wave
Fandom: Marvel
Pairing: Loki x Reader
Warnings: Swearing, Implication of smut
Author's Note: I AM STILL LOOKING FOR REQUESTS OF ANY KIND. Please. I'm begging. Send anything in, look for rules under navigation (at the bottom of this fic).
I don't own Marvel. Pls don't come after me.
Do not plagiarize or translate any of my work or its included assets.
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“I’m sweltering,” Your head plops down onto Loki’s lap.
Your words practically embody what the last few days have been like- the heat wave in New York has not been letting up. For almost a week it’s been nothing but 38℃ weather, the sun unrelenting in its mission to melt every single person in the state. Even in the Avengers tower it’s hot as blazes. All the air conditioners are on, much to Tony’s chagrin. He’s set on complaining about the electricity bill, even though he’s a fucking billionare.
There’s a reason he’s known as Drama Queen around the tower. Loki is the biggest supporter of this nickname, but right now, he’s supporting you.
“I apologize, my love. If I could, I’d cool you down in an instant,” Loki responds, leaning down to your ear. “But I only know how to heat you.”
You tap his chest, too weary of the heat to move any more. “Loki.”
“I know, I know. I am truly sorry. I do not know what it is you are suffering through right now.” The god sighs in pity.
Something in his tone gives you pause. “What do you mean, you don’t know? You’re right here, in New York- middle of a heat wave? No?”
Your partner chuckles softly. “No. I am a god, you forget. You are merely mortals, incapable of regulating your own temperature.”
That excuse isn’t gonna fly. You sit up, removing your head from his lap. Your back straightens, eyes peering out towards the deck. There sits Thor, accompanied by Tony and Nat. He’s on a lawn chair, spread out for the sun. The god is decked out in the tiniest floral shorts you’ve ever seen, allowing a great view of his chest- which is drenched in sweat. His hair, even, is dampened, giving the illusion of wetness. There is no way in hell that Thor is regulating his body temperature.
Loki sees where your eyeline leads and gulps. He’s screwed now.
“Liar,” you accuse, turning towards Loki with narrowed eyes. “It’s not just that you’re a god, is it?”
You position yourself on his lap again, this time straddling him. “If it were, Thor would be living it up in winter coats. So you wanna tell me what it actually is?” You kiss his neck slowly, trying to get as much information as you can with any method.
Loki squirms. “My love-”
“Don’t. Are you going to tell me, or do I have to ask Thor?” You sigh, too hot to deal with this properly.
“Thor won’t tell you.” Loki answers with uncertainty.
“Sure he won’t. Loki, you’re making this more difficult than it has to be. Just tell me, hun.”
And with that final nickname, Loki lets go. His guard is already somewhat down with the heat and Tony’s endless complaints.
He closes his eyes as he hears your gasp. Squeezes them shut, trying to block himself from the looks he’ll undoubtedly be met with from you.
“Loki-”
“Don’t,” He whispers.
“I won’t,” You whisper back. Shakily, you bring your hands up to his chest, tracing each individual line softly. The marks look perfect on his blue-tinted skin, forming intricate designs and patterns that not even the most skilled artist would be able to recreate. It’s beautiful- he’s beautiful.
Loki opens his eyes when he feels your fingers on him. Ready to snatch them away, remove himself from the room if need be, leave you to your shock and disgust.
Instead, he’s greeted with your awe-struck gaze. Confusion fills his mind, not used to being appreciated in this form.
“Y/n, what-”
“Hush,” You whisper, even softer than a couple seconds ago. “Loki, what is this?”
It’s not asked in a brutal manner. It’s soft, curious. Welcoming.
“My Jötunn form,” he graces you with an answer. Your heart breaks with his response. It sounded so disgusted, so broken. This poor man. Scorned for this his entire life, and he’s even started to believe it.
From then on, your mission is to help him accept this part.
“You are stunning, love. This is beauty personified.”
A hint of a blush shows itself on Loki’s cheeks. He’s not used to anything except hate regarding this form, especially not love or compliments. It sounds almost foreign, repeating back what you said to himself.
Not on your tongue, though. When you compliment him, it feels as though honey is dripping onto him, warming him with sun rays and flowery scents.
“These marks- are they purposeful? Made without thought? Are you born with them?” Your questions bubble out of your mouth, still soft in speech but inquisitive all the same.
Loki laughs, still in shock from your reaction. Of course you’d be curious. To think he’d expect blind acceptance- there’s a reason he chose this mortal, and he’s only reminded of it now.
“My love, slow down. They are not purposeful, no. It's just like hair color, but not able to be altered in any way. And I am born with them, but they develop over time. It’s our puberty, in a way.” He says, hands moving from his sides to your hips.
You settle further into his lap. You’e brimming with questions, but you refuse to overwhelm your lover. It’s clear he’s in quite a vulnerable state.
So you start slow.
“Are you able to… participate in intercourse… in this form?”
The blush that Loki hoped to quell is now raging as though it’s a fire. He’s resorted back to his shock, almost speechless.
“My love, you have found yourself in a relationship with a monster and that is the question you ask?”
“You are by no means a monster to me. You are still Loki, no?”
The god looks down in mild embarrassment. “Yes, dear.”
“So you aren’t a monster. Your character and development is not erased in the form, merely painted in a new light. Or rather hue,” You chuckle under your breath. Your hands trace his marks again, following a new pattern every time. It’s mesmerizing.
“On another note, I am still waiting for the answer to my question,” You reiterate. Loki’s blush might be a cause for concern at this point.
“I am able, my love. Why anyone would want to is beyond me.” He sighs, looking up into your eyes. Of which, he notices, are burning with rage and desire.
Loki is no stranger to that mix.
“We’ll work on the self-esteem. For now, I have a date with a Jötunn, who I will make sure is made well aware of his worth.”
“Your wish is my command, dear.” He laughs, snorting at your hitched breath when he lifts you into his arms.
Yeah, you’d enjoy this new discovery.
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Hiiii! I love the idea of headcannons you are doing. Sooooo what about Loki and a really short OH.
Most humans in comparison to Loki are short, but you’re quite short even in comparison to other humans.
Loki LOVES how short you are, often makes slight cheeky jokes about it, but he would never say anything to offend you with it as he knows how you hate being short sometimes.
But he loves how easily he can just scoop you up into his arms for a hug and/or kiss. Sometimes he teases you and tries to make you work hard for it, so you try literally climbing him like a tree. Which usually ends in you both getting sore stomachs from laughing so much.
He likes to help you reach things from cupboards or shelves that are too high, even though you could just drag a chair over. But you quite like how he goes out of his way to help you just because he loves you.
He loves being big spoon as you cuddle in bed or on the sofa, you fit on front of him so nicely with his arms wrapped around you tightly.
If anyone ever says anything bad about your height or even points out how short you are, you often have to try and hold him back from ripping their head off.
But you know you’d never be strong enough to stop Loki from actually doing something he really wants to do, so the fact he listens to you and takes note of your feelings and what you say, makes your heart soar.
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Two WiPs for the Jotun Thor and Jotun/Vanir Loki AU • featuring the nicest Thor boob I’ve drawn so far
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Summary: You're an assistant for the Avengers. Loki has been hiding up in his room for the past week. You go to check on him and he's reverted back to his Jotun form, but he's not quite himself. The two of you discover that Jotuns go into cycles of heat, and Loki hasn't been in his Jotun form for over a millennia...
Rating: Explicit (smut in future chapters)
Warnings/Tags: THIS STORY WILL CONTAIN SMUT, and 1 chapter will have some dubcon, Loki lives in Stark Tower with the Avengers (because my brain is perpetually stuck in 2012 Tumblr era), sleep sex, PIV, smut, humor, romance, Jotun!Loki, more tags to be added
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CHAPTER 1
“Has anyone seen Loki lately?” Steve asked one Saturday afternoon. Tony Stark, Natasha, Clint, Bruce, and you were all hanging around the lounge area in the penthouse of Stark Tower when Steve had walked in and posed the question.
You still couldn’t believe that you were The Avengers’ assistant and that you regularly spent time with them in Stark Tower. You started as an intern for S.H.I.E.L.D. back as a senior in high school years ago and now, here you were, filling out reports and helping the Avengers out in any way you can.
“Don’t tell me you’re complaining about it,” Clint responded. “This is the most peaceful it’s been in a while.”
He laid his head back and slumped deeper into the couch.
“You’re not worried, are you, Cap?” Tony said teasingly.
“About the guy who tried to take over Earth a few years back and now has access to highly confidential S.H.I.E.L.D. secrets? Yeah, I could say I’m a little worried.”
“I think he’s just been in his room all this time,” you piped up. You were busy multitasking eating a sandwich and going over some S.H.I.E.L.D. documentation that Coulson decided to drop on you last minute.
“Yeah, he’s just been kind of keeping to himself,” Bruce said. “Well, except for…”
He rubbed the back of his neck.
“Except for what?” Natasha asked, turning her head, finally looking up from the magazine she was reading. However, you were fairly certain she was listening the entire time.
“Well, last night. Or the other night, I can’t remember — it doesn’t matter. Anyway, the other night I got hungry and went for a midnight snack, and when I came to the kitchen, Loki was there too. He had the fridge open, but he wasn’t looking for anything. He just had his eyes closed and just… stood in front of the open freezer. It was only for a second and then he noticed I was there, so he shut the fridge and went back to his room.”
“Maybe he was sleepwalking?” You asked.
Bruce shrugged, then shook his head. “I dunno, but also when he saw me he kind of… snarled. I thought I imagined it because I was half awake, but maybe he did.”
“Okay, that is weird,” Tony said, shoveling some chips into his mouth.
“Should we tell Thor about this?” Steve asked.
“And say what?” Tony asked. “Hey Thor, sorry to bother you while on your vacation with Jane but Loki was standing in the fridge and he kinda growled at Bruce. Is he evil again? Please advise.”
Steve crossed his arms. “I just think someone should check on him at the very least. When is the last time anyone has seen him, aside from Bruce?”
The room fell quiet as the cogs in people’s brains turned.
“Monday,” Natasha said.
“Monday, yeah,” Clint said.
“Sunday, I think,” Tony offered.
“Monday for me too,” you said.
“Ok, Sunday or Monday. Today’s Saturday. That means no one has seen him in almost a week, except for Bruce the other night. Something must not be right.”
“So… Who’s gonna check on him? Not gonna be me,” Tony said. “I’m not gonna piss him off.”
The room was silent again.
“Oh come on, really. No one?” Steve asked.
“Why not you?” Natasha rebutted.
“Because I’m fairly certain he likes me the least. He’ll probably just slam the door in my face.”
“Oh my god, okay, here.” Tony roused from his chair and went to the kitchen, pulling out a box of toothpicks from a drawer.
He proceeded to snap them, throwing tiny bits of toothpick into the garbage can.
“Come on, all of you. We’re drawing straws. Everyone get up and pick one.”
Each person moved to grab a toothpick from Tony. As you took yours, you hoped to God that you wouldn’t get the short stick.
You’d been working alongside the Avengers for 6 months – a little time after Loki joined. In that time, you’d gotten to know each person well. Some you were closer with than others, but overall you got along with everybody. Loki, however, was a different story. Most days you weren’t sure if he tolerated or hated you; other days, on the rare occasion, he treated you very kindly and joked with you. On any given day you couldn’t be certain what kind of attitude he would have. At this point you decided he was just a reformed asshole, and usually kept your distance.
Your last interaction with Loki on Monday was curt. You attempted to make small talk with him about his weekend, but many of his answers were one-worded, so the conversation wasn’t really a dialogue. He seemed agitated, but not more than usual. Maybe he was feeling depressed and that’s why he’s been holing himself up in his room?
It was time to show the toothpicks off. Everyone outstretched their hands and revealed theirs. You all compared sizes and, lo and behold, of course you had the short stick.
“Oh, great,” you said, blowing a puff of air out of your mouth.
“Thank god it wasn’t me,” Natasha said.
“Or me,” Clint responded.
“Phew,” said Bruce, deliberately avoiding eye contact with you.
“Alright, alright, I get it,” you said. “I’ll go figure it out. If he kills me, you’re all to blame and Tony’s paying for my funeral.”
You tossed your tiny toothpick into the trash and went to the elevator, hitting the ‘10’ button, the floor where most bedrooms were. At the end of the hall on the left side was Loki’s. In all the time you worked for the Avengers, you’d never gone to his room, not even knocked on his door. Loki was very private about his space and you respected that.
You brought up a fist, but hesitated, like a force prevented you from knocking on the door. Almost no one ever bothered him while he was in his room, and you were just a lowly human compared to superheroes and literal gods. The last thing you needed was a god’s ire directed at you.
Hopefully you could just knock on the door and find out he snuck out for the afternoon, and avoid an interaction altogether.
Knock knock.
Silence. You waited.
Knock knock knock.
You waited some more.
“Loki?” You asked. “I’m here to —“
“Here to what, mortal? Antagonize me?” Loki said from behind the door. His interruption startled you.
“We haven’t seen you in days, we just want to make sure you’re okay.”
The god swung open the door violently. You took a step back, alarmed by the sudden interaction. Loki’s face was deeply perturbed, and blue.
Blue!
And not just his face: his neck, his ears, his hands. His entire body was a deep blue. What’s more was that his eyes were entirely ruby red, whites and all. If you didn’t know him you would have gone running back down the hall. It was quite a terrifying sight to see, like a demon just opened the door. And yet, there was something about this appearance that beguiled you.
“I am alive,” he said. “Happy? Now leave me in peace.”
“Loki… what happened to you?”
He groaned. “It is the business of no one here. You will tell no one. Not Iron Man, not the Captain, none of them. You hear me? Make up a lie if they must know.”
“Loki, if you’re sick I want to help. Or did some magic you cast go wrong? I’ll tell them a lie, just tell me if there’s anything I can do.”
For a brief moment, his look of irritation and anger softened.
“I don’t think you can. But it was no magic, and I do not believe that I am sick.”
“Then why are you blue?”
He was quiet, then gave a long, drawn out sigh.
You expected to come here and get a door slammed in your face. Instead, Loki began explaining to you a part of him you never knew. Loki wasn’t Asgardian, he was something called Jotun, and he didn’t know about this for a millennia. He explained the Jotuns to you, then went on to say Odin kept his parentage a secret from him as a way to protect a peace treaty between the Asgardians and the Jotun. But what’s worse is that Odin also brought Thor and Loki up believing that Jotuns are barbaric murderers.
It was quite the info dump you weren’t prepared to hear.
Loki continued: “Despite my… monstrous heritage, there is still much I don’t know about that aspect of myself. A few days ago I began to feel ill; faint and light-headed, so I laid down on my bed. When I woke up, I no longer had my Asgardian appearance but my Jotun one, and I have been unable to change back since.”
“Are you weaker in this form? And are you positive this isn’t some kind of disease?” you asked.
“I am fairly certain, and all of my capabilities are at their fullest. However, I have been feeling agitated, angry, and frankly just on edge. It’s becoming worse by the day. I’ve confined myself to my room for the safety of myself and others, but I’m afraid that this… affliction is not going to cure itself on its own.”
“Maybe Tony can help? Or Bruce?”
Loki chuckled sardonically. “How would they? I have little knowledge of Jotun biology, what help could they possibly offer?
“Maybe…”
“Enough chatter, woman!” he exclaimed, making you jump. “I will find a solution on my own. Your concern has been noted. Leave me now, would you kindly?”
He shut the door in your face. You retreated back to the lounge in the penthouse. When you arrived, everyone stopped what they were doing to look at you.
“Well?” asked Steve.
“He’s alive,” you said. “And very grumpy, I would advise not to bother him. He told me he has some sort of Asgardian illness and it should go away soon.”
“That settles that. Great work,” said Tony. “I’m going to my lab now if anyone needs me.”
“I have some stuff to look over, so I’ll be going home for the day,” you said. “Ring me if you need me.”
When you got home to your apartment, you did do some work poring over your S.H.I.E.L.D. files like you said, but more of your time was spent wondering about Loki. You couldn’t stop thinking about how his true heritage was kept from him for a thousand years. It didn’t excuse what he did in New York but it sure did explain a lot. You were aware of his jealousy toward Thor, but the pieces connected a little more firmly now regarding his angry and irritable nature.
The other thing that you couldn’t expel from your mind were those ruby red eyes surrounded by sapphire skin. They were piercing, and sometimes when you blinked you could swear that you saw them flash in your retinas. They were frightening yet alluring. It was a shame he seemed to hate his true form so much – not that his usual one was ugly by any means.
Although Loki said to leave him be, you felt dreadfully sorry for him, on both accounts of his history and his current predicament. If he didn’t speak up soon, you would check on him again.
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My personal headcanon (that no one asked about), is that our boy Loki was having a hard time after the whole New York thing and with the weird stuff that was happening in the TVA, and then he met a version of himself and maybe thought like yk we‘re kinda like the same person, maybe we can understand each other
Idk if the whole thing have him a new perspective on himself but however it went there is definitely some kind of connection going on and if it’s only because they‘re variants of the same person.
Now, I get this thing where, when I like someone, whoever it is, i start to get troubled confused because I can’t for my life differentiate between different kinds of affection/attraction, i just know it’s there (and that I don’t feel sexual attraction but that’s not the point). It gets to the point where I’m like do i want to kiss/cuddle you, love you, or be friends with you? Or do i want to BE you?!
So naturally, my personal headcanon involves Loki getting the vibe that there is some kind of thing going on (which, naturally), and that kind of messed with his head because, the whole situation is already confusing and he‘s kinda having a hard time with feelings in general. So now that he‘s confronted with a person that for once might ACTUALLY possibly be able to understand/relate to him in some way- that’s huge. And now he doesn’t know what to do. But he likes her and wants her to be ok so that has to be Love right?
Romantic love? Debatable. Not for me personally.
Of course a part of him searches for friends &/or connection because he‘s always lacked that. He probably feels like he might be more accepted by people that are like him in the closest way possible - the variant way.
The fact that they knew each other for like, a day or a week at most, and went through some serious shit, especially directly after what happened in New York & in the Time Theatre (& probably with Thanos) he‘s vulnerable. And it shows. If they‘d met under different circumstances or gotten the chance to actually get to know each other, this whole thing never might have happened.
I think it’s possible the kiss was a result of that emotional turmoil, because she saw that he cares about her, she saw the weak spot. He even tells her that he wants her to be okay if I remember correctly. So she goes for the kiss, because that is kind of a surprise for him. He‘s stunned. And that’s the moment she pushes him back and away.
I‘m not saying that Sylvie doesn’t care for Loki, i think a part of her does, but the part that wants revenge is stronger. Again, do i think whatever she feels for him is romantic? Probably not. I don’t think she feels much besides companionship for him at all actually.
In the end, I honestly don’t think they even had enough time to even make up their minds about that stuff. All that happened, in my mind-space, happened because of the circumstances they were in. Their escape, running from the TVA, fighting to get to the end of time, that stuff forges some bond. Fighting a war together always forges some kind of bond. And the emotions run high here, especially for Loki who gets poked in the feels every episode.
I don’t know if all of this is coherent or makes sense. It feels pretty much all over the place but I feel like I mostly said what I was trying to say.
Like do you get my meaning?
Emotional bond - yes. Romance - probably not.
Or something like that.
I don’t know if this makes me sound desperate or not, but it’s my take on this topic, and it’s taken me some time to wrap my head about what I personally think. And given that it’s a show and up for interpretation, i think I’m allowed to give my take to the people too. Right? Right.
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Of course Loki goes to the beach dressed like a nun.
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the proof that thor wasn't ready is that he didn't realise when he was unready
"I was a fool to think you were ready."
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"Æthelred's notorious nickname, Old English Unræd, is commonly translated into present-day English as "The Unready" (less often, though less inaccurately, as "The Redeless"). The Anglo-Saxon noun unræd means "evil counsel", "bad plan", or "folly" [...]The nickname has also been translated as "ill-advised", "ill-prepared", thus "Æthelred the ill-advised"."
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