#loki is a little shit

[lady-rose-moon]

please, can you do CNC x loki smut. don't do it if you not comfortable enough, thank you, love

You'll learn to love me

A/N: my mind was whirring for this so I hope you enjoy it!

Warnings: CNC, knife play, kidnapping, wait and see for the rest!

A trip to the market was on your agenda today. You had planned to go down into the market to pick up a few things to prepare dinner tonight for yourself. It had been a while since you had treated yourself so you thought it would be a lovely change, to have a grand meal cooked and to enjoy it on your own by candlelight. Pulling on a simple green dress, leggings and a cardigan with leather boots, you headed out the door and down to the market.

You passed by many different stalls set up for trade and you smiled as you passed them, grinning as people welcomed you and blessed you to have a good day. You danced with the little girls that passed you by, scolded the boys who tried to gang up and bully a girl for wanting to play with them using a sword and you just enjoyed being among the citizens of your small town.

You smiled as you passed stall after stall, looking for ingredients for your dinner. You bought a few vegetables from a farmer and smiled politely as he nodded to you before you were walking on.

As the day reached noon, you decided to stop off at the baking stall to grab you and your beloved some treats. You bought some brownies, muffins and also some bread before you moved on. You relented easily though and picked out a brownie, lifting it to your lips before someone bumped into you.

"Hey!" you called out into the crowd as the cloaked man disappeared into the masses of people. Shrugging, you lifted the brownie back to your lips and took a large bite out of it before placing it back in the bag to finish later.

You didn't get much further before the world started to spin and you had to get out of the sunlight. Finding an alley, you leaned against a wall to catch your breath as your body started to feel numb. You decided that it was time to get to your house if you were starting to feel this tired but you found that your body wouldn't listen to you.

Everything felt so heavy and your head was so dizzy that you couldn't think straight. Before you knew it, you were falling forwards, completely unconscious. Luckily, you felt someone catch you before you could hit your head. Unluckily, you didn't know that and didn't feel yourself being whisked away in a flurry of magic.

Cold awakened you from your sleep and you instinctively tried to reach up to rub your eyes but your arms would not move from above you. Odd, you pondered silently, body shuddering from the cold, I didn't fall asleep here, did I?

"You're finally awake," came a voice from the darkness and you opened your eyes slowly to see someone emerging from the shadows. A sense of fear washed over you as you recognised his face, he was the guy that attacked New York! "I had thought you would sleep forever, lazy bitch."

"Where am I?" you snarled, glaring at the God as he approached you. he chuckled and cupped your chin but you forced your head to the side to avoid his grip, "answer me, coward!"

Loki chuckled and grabbed your chin more forcefully this time, forcing you to look into his brilliant emerald eyes. His lips curled into a snarl as he glared at you, "you do not get to ask such questions. Your king has not allowed it."

"My King?" you spot, terror and rage building inside of you, "I have no King, you disgusting scum!"

Loki chuckled and reared his hand back before slapping you across the cheek, "you do not address your King as such. You need to be punished."

With a click, the shackles holding your hands in place disappeared and you took your chance. You sprinted past the God, tracing every wall to try and find a door but your heart sunk when you found none. You were trapped in here, no doors, no windows, no way of escape. You pressed your back to the wall as you watched Loki approach, horror painted all over your face.

"Now, pet, where did you think you were going?" Loki purred, his rich voice floating through your ears.

Out of the corner of your eyes, you spotted a knife sitting on the edge of a table. You could try to slit his throat and escape, digging might do but what would happen if you couldn't? You'd be stuck here with his dead body for eternity. Still, you took the chance and grabbed the knife, lunging at the God with all of your might only to fall through him as he dissolved in a glow of green.

Dumbfounded, you looked around in horror before you choked back a gasp when a dagger was pressed up against your throat and Loki's body was pressed against your back. "Try that again, pet, go on, I dare you," Loki snarled, the dagger pressing harder into your throat and you felt a faint trickle of blood when he retracted it slowly.

Gasping for breath, you turned to face him with your hand over your neck, "are you crazy?! You could have killed me!!"

"But you asked for it, pet, you are the one that attacked me first," Loki retorted easily, looking down at his black nails before looking at you with a brow raised, the dagger being passed through every finger on his other hand without him looking. "Now that you seem to be past your disobedience, pet, I need to punish you."

In the next moment, your dress was stripped from you along with every other item of clothing. You covered yourself quickly but green shackles formed around your wrists and spread them out to the sides as more shackles kept your ankles in place. Your eyes widened in fear as you glared at him, "let me out of these shackles, monster, what if your brother hears of this!?"

Whack!

You froze in shock as your breasts erupted in pain but soon it melted into sinful pleasure. Your eyes darted back to Loki, who was now holding a flogger, and your eyes widened in realisation. "Where am I?" you tried again, your hands trembling in the shackles, "where. Am. I?!"

Loki tilted his head and a sharp grin raised on his lips before he whacked the flogger against your breasts again and you shrieked but he knew the secret pleasure. Oh, he could smell it! You didn't want to admit it but you were tempted, you were getting aroused.

"Monster, am I?" Loki cooed, stepping back and coming back with a chain in his hand. He walked close to you and smirked as your eyes met his in terror, "why don't we test that?"

When Loki pulled back, you felt tightness on your nipples and looked down to see that he had clamped your nipples. Loki chuckled and brought a finger under the chain, curling it around the chain before tugging. The shriek that erupted from your lips was music to his ears.

"Such a slut," Loki smirked, tugging again and watching you whimper in pain, "such a dirty slut, getting turned on by your kidnapper. What's going on in your mind, pet? Do you want my cock too?"

You shook your head, trying to display how much you didn't want that but he only hummed and walked closer to you, cupping your dripping core and whispering 'liar' into your ear as he sunk two fingers inside you, making you cry out and shake your head more.

"You're so wet for me, pet," Loki smirked as his fingers trusted in and out of you, listening to your pleading pants and whines, "such a dirty slut. Who in their right mind would get off from being fingered by a psychopath?"

Loki's teasing made tears form in your eyes as you tried to fight the shackles and tried to push him out of you. Instead, Loki smirked and curled his fingers, hitting that best spot inside you and you cried out, your orgasm washing over you in a powerful wave. Dazed, you whined and tried to push yourself away from him desperately.

Loki retracted his fingers from your cunt and smirked as he made you watch him suck your juices off his fingers, "you taste so sweet, pet," the God teased as you sobbed and hung your head.

"You...you won't get away with this," you spat, sneering at him as he merely smirked at you, "the Avengers will come find me."

Loki laughed and walked around you, the flogger appearing in his hand again and he slapped your arse five times, watching you whine and cry every time, "the Avengers will not come for someone like you. Just one person out of seven billion, you are worthless to them! So you will be here with me, as my pet."

You glared at him and snarled, "I will never be your pet, monster."

Smirking, Loki grabbed your chin and tilted his head, his pale skin shifting to that of a rich azure, his emerald eyes shifting to enticing ruby red and you felt your legs ache as his clothes disappeared alongside the shift. He was bare for you and you couldn't help but stare at his impressive cock.

"You're staring, pet," Loki teased with a sinister grin, his fingers hooking the clamps on your breasts and tugging again, his cock twitching when you whined and moaned, "you're such a slut, moaning for more from a monster."

"St-stop..." you tried, tears forming in the corner of your eyes as you stared up at him, "please..."

Loki chuckled and green surrounded you, changing your position so you were up against the wall, your hands shackled above you with your arse on display for the Jötun. The God hummed and slapped the flogger against your arse again.

"Count, and thank your King," Loki snarled, bringing down the flogger again and at your silence, the chain connecting the clamps on your nipples was pulled downwards, making you whine and sob, "count, bitch."

Whack! "Thank you, my king!" you gasped, tears streaming down your cheeks even as your pussy got wetter and wetter.

Whack! "Th-thank you, my King!"

Whack, whack, whack! "Th-tha-thank you, Loki," you moaned, screaming when the chain was pulled down further. Realising your mistake, you sobbed, "'m sorry, my King, 'm sorry."

"Sorry doesn't cut it, slut," Loki snarled, "for that, I am going to put you through the worst torture. You deserve this."

You whined as Loki's magic gleamed between your legs and a buzzing started over your clit and you moaned in pleasure, biting your lip as the vibrator started to stimulate your clit in the way that you needed. Another shimmer and your back was to the wall, your arms chained above your head and your legs spread apart and shackled to the floor.

Loki stepped away from him, his hands glowing a deep emerald before he looked at you victoriously, "I will be back in a few hours, pet, a Prince of Asgard has much to do."

You watched him shimmer away and you whined, looking around your prison.

~~~~~~~

Three hours. That bastard had left this vibrator on your clit for three hours and had even taken away your ability to cum. Every time you were about to roll over the edge into bliss, the sensation would just ebb away on its own and you sobbed, wishing for just one orgasm.

The familiar sound of Loki's shoes clicked on the stones and your head weakly lifted up to glare at him. Smugly, he took your chin into his hand and tilted his head, "what do you say, pet?"

"I'm sorry, my King, I'm sorry for addressing you incorrectly. Forgive my rudeness," you responded meekly, staring up at him, "please let me go."

Loki chuckled and shook his head, "no."

Your legs became unbound as Loki stepped between them, wrapping them around his waist and keeping them there with his magic as he got rid of all of his clothes and forced his cock inside you, moaning as you screamed in pain, the buzz of the vibrator not helping in the slightest.

You felt so full of him, you shook your head and tried to kick your legs as he started to thrust into you. You started to whine and cry until you were magically turned around, your legs still wrapped around Loki's waist as he thrust into you but your torso was now held against him too with the smooth metal of a dagger pressed to your neck.

Stunned, you immediately stopped crying to stare down at Loki's hand holding the dagger to your neck. He fucked into you at a ruthless pace, his cock hitting all the best places in your cunt as he moaned and threw his head back, bliss consuming him while completely disregarding your pleasure.

The blade to your neck was steady even with Loki's erratic pace and you cried out, feeling another orgasm approaching but you supposed that Loki would keep it from you. Instead, Loki ripped the vibrator from your clit and he started to circle it roughly, his thrusts matching the pace of his fingers as he groaned behind you.

"Cum, slut, cum for me and scream my name," Loki demanded, the dagger digging into your neck more as he got closer to the edge and you whined in pain, the dagger retracting minutely at that.

Your orgasm ripped through you, feeling like you were struck by lightning as your body twitched and convulsed, your walls pulsing around his cock making Loki moan and release inside you, resting his head between your shoulder blades.

As you came down, you realised that your legs were no longer wrapped around Loki and your wrists had a balm rubbed into them to stop the soreness.

"Loki..." you whispered softly and the God looked up at you from rubbing a balm into your sore pussy and legs. You smiled and ran a hand through his hair, "I love you..."

Doubt filled Loki's eyes as he stood, cupping your cheek and resting his forehead on yours, "are you sure? I didn't mean to hurt you, if I did..."

"You didn't..." you whispered softly and smirked up at him, "next time, you pretend to be the clueless mortal."

"There's a next time?" Loki smirked and you nodded, squealing when he picked you up, conjured clothing onto you and dissolved the illusion of the dungeon before walking through the door from the spare room in his chambers to the couches by the fire.

Usually, you would rest between Loki's legs by the fire but this time, he laid you down on the couch and rested his head on your stomach, his arms wrapped around one of your legs as you both watched the fire.

"Thank you for trying this," you whispered, your fingers twirling through his hair, "I actually liked that side of you."

"NEVER mention my brother during our acts again," Loki muttered, a laugh bubbling in his chest.

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Transgressions [Part 2] 18+ [Dom! Loki x Female Reader]

A link to my Masterlist is HERE Summary: Moments after being all fucked out, Loki insists you re-join the party he dragged you from to have his way with you. He got what he wanted, but when is that ever enough? More transgressions. More smut.(wc 3k) Warnings: 18+ only. Minors DNI. Jealous lovers, controlling behaviour, praise kink, public sex, voyeurism, oral sex.

‘I think you enjoy it’, you pondered as you pressed the elevator call button, ‘I think you like being jealous…’

Staring at the numbers flick upward on the screen signalling the elevator was coming, you felt his eyes narrowing in your direction, a sarcastic retort winding up to let fly.

‘and,’ you added as you heard an intake of breath denoting an approaching comeback, ‘I think that you’re overcompensating for the fact that-’,

suddenly the wind was knocked out of you as you were forced against the wall between the elevators, his rough kiss silencing you as his hands wound around your hips, grabbing your ass.

‘I think, that you think too much’, he muttered as the bell dinged before striding inside the doors and extending his hand to hold them open as you hobbled inside, sulking.

You caught a glimpse of yourself in the elevator mirror, ‘Jesus, Loki – I look like shit!’ you gasped as you inspected your smudged eyeliner, wisps of hair protruded at alarming angles from your previously perfect up-do, sticking to the thin sheen of sweat that still clung to your flushed neck and forehead. And that didn’t take into account the gathering pool of god semen collecting inside your panties.

‘I cannot let anyone see me like this, Loki!’ you groaned, pleadingly.

‘I think you look wonderful’ he replied curtly, his voice cracking under the strain of holding back shallow laughter. You frantically tried to collect yourself as the floor numbers ticked down. God of Mischief. Who’s fucking great idea was it to start a clandestine relationship with the God of Mischief? You. That’s who. You cursed yourself as you stuck another hair grip in your mouth, collecting them from where they had come loose, hurriedly sliding them back in place to create the illusion of put-togetherness.

Ding.

‘After you, pet’, his placid smirk hiding the mirth in his eyes made you want to smack it off his beautiful face.

‘You know, Loki...maybe you wouldn’t have so many opportunities to feel jealous if you would tell anyone about us. If people knew we were together, then they’d know I’m yours. Did you ever think of that?’

He sighed, the opening doors slamming shut again with a shimmer of his magic as he stepped towards you, towering above your frame, eye-fucking you as purposeful breaths made his chest rise and fall.

‘Darling, I don’t give a...what’s the term... a flying fuck...if Rogers knows that I sink my cock into you every night. I don’t care if that so-called magician rubs one out to the thought of your fine arse taking my punishment before his morning tea, or if Stark has a secret collection of videos of me eating your pussy in the showers…’ he hovered over you, his gaze searching your wide eyes for understanding, ‘that’s not the point’.

Silence surrounded you as he straightened his posture, tugging down on his waistcoat, ‘I want you to know…’

Ding.

‘...that you belong to me.’

He strode out the elevator without looking back, grabbing a cocktail off a passing tray as he made his way directly through the heaving crowd towards Steve, who was laughing over-zealously at something Natasha said as she layered a plate with snacks.

Shit.

You grabbed a drink from another tray which floated by, smoothing the glass under your fingertips as you tried to inconspicuously watch the scene unfolding across the room. It was only a matter of time...

‘Hey, there she is...Y/N!’ Steve waved at you animatedly, beckoning you over with large scoops of his muscled arms as Loki stood beside him, pleased with himself – of course.

You grimaced, mentally preparing for the coming mind-fuck your lover was planning. What was wrong with him? ‘Heyyy…’ you smiled, head titled to the side as you pointedly greeted Steve and Nat, the cardboard tone audible to your own ears as Natasha ran her eyes over you.

‘Jesus Y/N, you look like shit…’ she observed as she popped a cube of cheese in her mouth, ‘what happened?’

Your eyes flickered towards Loki, who was enjoying this far too much, his gaze fixed to the floor as he licked his lips, concealing a smile.

‘I uh…’ your mind flapped under the pressure of the three pairs of eyes awaiting your response, ‘threw up’.

You heard a low cough as Loki choked on his rising laughter as one of his large hands touched your back politely, removing the cocktail glass from your hand, ‘what have we told you, you must be more careful at these parties. A good girl like you should know your limits...’, his brow furrowed in mock concern.

Steve took a step forward, his blue eyes not revealing a trace of intoxication now as he raised the back of his hand to your forehead, ‘you’re so hot, Y/N...I don’t like this’ he poised dramatically, and you sighed as another, cooler hand also graced your forehead, ‘you’re right, Rogers, she is hot…’, Loki’s voice infused with innuendo as he continued his charade.

‘Can you both please not?’ you brushed the fleshy antlers adorning you from your forehead back to their hosts, ‘I’m fine.’

‘Who’s fine?!’, Thor popped up behind you, his grinning face radiating energy over your shoulder as you closed your eyes with a deep exhale.

‘Y/N, you dolt. She threw up, but she’s fine, apparently...’ Nat elaborated for the inebriated god, her eyebrow jauntily raised as her keen mind tried to put together the pieces of the scenario unfolding before her.

‘Looks like you missed a splash on your leg there ma’am, allow me’ Steve murmured as he brandished a napkin before you could stop him and lightly wiped a thin strand of liquid from your mid-thigh, ‘oh dear, oh dear’ he sighed quietly as he scrunched the napkin in his fist, regarding you with increasing concern. Loki could barely contain himself.

‘Fine is not an adjective one should use for a night like this, dear Y/N – nights like these are meant for revels!’ Thor boomed in your ear. This was too much.

‘Yeah I just...I think I’m all revelled out,’ you patted him on the arm, your gaze travelling to the god to your other side, hoping your eyes flashed with the warning they intended.

If the warning was received, it was not in the manner you hoped. Loki spun to Natasha, extending his hand towards her, ‘my brother is right, tonight is a night for revels...would you care to dance?’.

You couldn’t believe your ears.

 ‘Uhh...sure?’ she mumbled, her eyes journeying to yours, perplexed by this unorthodox request as she was escorted to the crowded dance-floor.

Thor began regaling you with a story that had something to do with him leaving Mjölnir in a supermarket that morning while he was distracted by a bird as Steve hovered beside you, searching for signs of an impending fainting spell. Loki, on the other hand, was busy looping his arms around Natasha’s waist, her toned biceps illuminated under the dim lights as she wrapped them around his neck. He stepped in to place one of his thighs between her legs, angled to control their dance as he had done with you several times in the privacy of his rooms. Your stomach was doing flips, your earlier lie startlingly close to becoming reality. They swayed, her breasts brushing against his fitted shirt as she began to move against his muscular torso in time with the music, her hands running down his biceps– fuck.

Anger began to twist in your stomach and it flourished to something more. You felt the stir of blood rushing to your core, re-activating the slick feeling of the mess absorbing into your panties, the remainder of the cum of the god that hadn’t managed to sneak its way down your thighs, bold as brass he was teasing you relentlessly for the second time this evening. What a hypocrite. You couldn’t let this slide. Not tonight.

An idea flickered through your mind as you watched them, stacking like blocks as you saw Natasha pull away from his light embrace after he whispered something in her ear.

‘Guys, I’m gonna go’, you said, ‘Steve you’re right I’m still not feeling so good and uh...Thor I’m sure the bird is fine after its run in with Mjölnir…’ you trailed off before Steve could interject with an offer to escort you and made your way to the exit, pressing the elevator button in quick succession. The chrome doors had almost shut behind you when there was a pause as they parted once again, revealing your raven-haired god looking very smug...and very hot.

‘Room for one more?’ he drawled, as he swung his waistcoat from one hand, his shirt sleeves rolled up revealing his thick forearms.

You rolled your eyes, resting against the metal bar that encased the elevator, ‘for you? Yes. For your ego? There’s a maximum capacity to consider…’

He laughed darkly as he stepped towards you, the doors closing immediately behind him, ‘such a mouthy pet tonight. Oh dear, oh dear as Rogers would say…’, he grinned, his eyes glinting at the memory of his rival wiping his drying cum off your leg.

‘What am I going to do with you?’ Your eyes bore into his as the smile fell from his lips at his words echoed in your mouth. Your icy tone frosted the air between you as you ran your eyes up and down his body slowly.

‘Excuse me?’, he leant forward ‘I don’t think-’

‘...and I think, you think too much’, you leaned to meet him, inches from his face as he scrunched his brow, trying to work out the unfamiliar situation he found himself in.

You inched forward, your lips ghosting his ear as you delivered your promise, ‘After your little display with Natasha, I think someone needs a reminder of who he belongs to, hmm?’

His hand flew to your jaw, pressing you against the wall as he clamped your smart mouth between his thumb and forefinger, your head tilted upwards as he drank in your defiance, lust clouding his eyes ‘...didn’t want everyone to know you’d been well and truly fucked though, did you my little slut? Trying to hide the evidence of your shameless need for me...so much for exposing us, or did I miss something?’

 You jerked your head to the side, loosening his grip long enough to say what needed to be said.

‘I think you’ll find, darling...that I well and truly fucked you’, a smile crept over your face as you registered his eyes grow wider at your words, his shoulders lax in surprise.

It was your chance, and you took it.

You raised your forearm to his collarbone, pressing him backwards until you felt him collide with the opposite wall of the elevator, extending your hand in a flash to hit the emergency stop. 

You felt his arms raise to restrain you, but you fastened your lips to his earlobe biting down gently, extending out the soft flesh as he moaned beneath you, his willpower fading.

‘Are you going to behave now?’, you whispered seductively. His mouth twitched as he assessed the situation, his hooded eyes regarding you with suspicion as you began to toggle with the button of his trousers, ‘well?’ you questioned as he mustered a solitary nod.

‘I said, are you going to behave?’ you asked pointedly – the power coursing through your veins a direct line of gunpowder to your pussy which was smouldering with need.

‘Yes…’ he growled, his voice strained as you yanked down his trousers to fall to his knees, his exposed, hardening cock bobbing free as he rested against the metal bar, his hands gripping it tightly.

You sank to your knees, your eyes never leaving his as he watched your descent, your hands sliding down his ass and smoothing over the curves of his muscular legs as you landed to grip his ankles.

‘You don’t get to touch me’, you warned – the storm gathering in his stare showed he knew you meant it.

Leaning in, your breath misted over his straining cock as you inhaled the intoxicating scent. His expensive cologne, a musk of sweat and the traces of your own arousal radiated from the velvet skin of his length as you pressed your lips against him, forcing it back to rest against his stomach.

‘Mine’

Your voice echoed around the elevator like a gunshot as you took him in your mouth, sucking him in with long strokes to your hollowed cheeks as he groaned above you at the sensation. His knees buckled slightly, restrained by the waist of his trousers keeping them steady as he braced himself against the thick bar. He was watching himself in the mirror, the sight making him even hornier. You covered your teeth with your lips, bearing down on his needy cock with the full force of your pressure, sliding backwards and forwards with ease as he cursed at his reflection above you. You weren’t pulling any punches. Not tonight. 

The fuel of jealousy consumed you as you consumed him, long stokes of your tongue wrapping around his head, intermingling with your hand sliding tightly around his base. Squeezing around him, thrusting upwards as you descended again to swallow him whole.

From the corner of your eye, you could see his hand flexing around the bar, white knuckles squeezing into a fist as he desperately fought to keep them from tangling in your hair at the exquisite pleasure forced upon him. You tasted the first drops of pre-cum at the back of your throat as he muttered filthy praises to the air. You knew he was watching himself come undone above, he wouldn't be able to resist his own undeniably sexy reflection. Smug bastard. He'd be both relishing and resenting every moment of your lips wrapped around his slick cock as he battled to restrain his rising climax.

‘Who do you belong to?’ you asked loudly as he reluctantly broke his own gaze. The lustful stare faltered with a vulnerability you hadn’t seen before...your hand slowing as you stroked his cock, waiting for his answer.

‘I don’t...’ he stuttered, as you ceased your hand movements – your fingers poised but motionless, ‘...you..’ he relented, ‘I belong to you…’ throwing his head back against the mirror as you resumed your domination of his senses.

‘Good boy,’ you murmured as your lips found their way back to his delicious tip, sucking gently as your hand worked his base. Through his gritted cries of pleasure, you could hear a soft clanging above you – your oblivious lover too lost in his nearing orgasm to register the noise as it drew closer.

‘Say my name, Loki’ you keened as he began thrusting his hips at the loss of contact from your hot mouth, ‘I want to hear you say my name when you come inside me, I want everyone to know who owns you – who brings you so much pleasure…’, he cried out as your mouth enveloped him again, letting him thrust his length down your waiting throat as his cock twitched with desperation to release. Hmm? you hummed, and he voiced his understanding, his knees bent slightly at the pressure of his impending climax, dents appearing in the bars which he restrained himself to as he fought against the coming tide.

‘Fuckkkk’, he moaned as he threw his head back to the ceiling, eyes screwed shut in delirious pleasure as his orgasm ripped through him, your name thundering from his throat like a battle-cry as he released his hot seed ferociously into your insatiable mouth wrapped around his shaft, shuddering as he felt you suck him dry, swallowing all he had to give.

‘Everyone OK in there?! Don’t worry, we’ll have you out in a jiff-’, a voice penetrated the elevator as the ceiling hatch slid open, Steve’s alarmed face appearing at the gap, followed quickly by Natasha’s.

‘I fucking told you!’, she slapped Steve’s arm as he scowled at the scene below, Loki braced against the wall of the elevator panting heavily with you lapping at his cock. The hatch slid back over as quickly as it had been released, the unexpected voyeurs not wanting to stick around now the ‘emergency’ had been identified. Natasha had better things to do, like tell everyone what she’d just seen...and heard.

‘Well,’ Loki panted as he pulled up his trousers in one swift movement, ‘it seems that you got your wish…’, he gestured to the ceiling, ‘within ten minutes, everyone will know about us’.

You shook your head as you pressed the emergency stop button again and the elevator resumed it’s rise, ‘everyone will know you belong to me...hmm, yes I can live with that’, you smirked.

‘You’ll pay for that, love’; two arms snaked around your waist, drawing you back in to his firm chest, his face burying in your neck. His lips travelled up your neckline, sucking on your earlobe as you melted into his dirty whispers, ‘...when we reach my rooms, I’m going to make you come so devastatingly that the entire city knows it’s the god of mischief between your legs tonight, making you scream...’

You absorbed his words, the walls of your core clenching as you tingled with anticipation of relief, ‘..well if you really want to even the scoreboard Loki, you’ll need to try and do it at least twice. Think you can handle that?’

‘Oh come now, don’t insult us both by pretending you don’t become a writhing mess underneath my tongue’, he pushed you gently out of the opening doors as you walked in quick silence towards his apartment, your pace matching your desperation to feel his passionate kisses against your needy cunt.

‘Now get inside...and no more mischief from that pretty mouth of yours...not tonight’, he looked down at you, daring you to defy him with his velvet tones, a twinkle in his eye as his door clicked open at his touch, ‘darling’, he growled, ‘don’t make me ask again’.  

A/N: My masterlist has just reached 100 notes which is really lovely, I’m so glad to have found this space...my peoples! :) Thanks so much for reading and pop me a message if you want to be tagged in future fics/have a prompt you want to share!

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[lokis-tigress]

I 💚 this shit-eating grin so much I WOULD kiss him! 😘😘😘😘

#loki odinson #loki is a little shit #loki laufeyson #loki fluff #loki smut

[sundance201]

@mischiefandmistletoe stories were just released and I’m super obsessed with my gift. It’s the sweetest.

Can’t wait to read the other gifts!

#sifki #loki x sif #mischief and mistletoe #my lady sif #Loki is a little shit #he’s actually very sweet in this story but that’s just my tag for him #fanfic #fic rec

[slashyarmada]

Good Decisions – Frostiron ficlet

Tony just lies there, staring into Loki’s eyes in a way that makes him feel stupid, not least because of the idiotic grin stretching its way across his face. He trails his fingers down a lithe forearm to entwine them with Loki’s and brings his hand in for a lingering kiss. This is what heaven feels like.

“How are you single?”

Loki’s head lulls towards Tony’s, a grin pulling its way over his features in a mirror to his own.

“I’m not.”

#frostiron #loki x tony #loki is a little shit #ao3 #slash fanfiction #slash fic #marvel fanfiction

[frostironfudge]

Tenebrous - Loki (AU) - Chapter Nineteen

Pairings: Vampire! Professor Loki x Fem!Reader, Bucky x Loki x Reader

Characters: Loki, Reader, Bucky Barnes, Stephen Strange, Baron Zemo, Other OCs

Warnings: angst, witch-vampire bonds, coven dynamics, blood drinking, emotional, swearing, allusions to use of drugs, drug withdrawal mentioned, smut, lapses in time, smut m/m oral, smut m/f/m MINORS DNI.

Word Count: 5.1k || Dividers: @firefly-graphics​

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Chapter Nineteen: We’re Blood-bound Aren’t We?

Present. 

The voices are melding together. 

Are— is that clapping? 

Oh another story? 

Another successful month? 

Oh they get a pin? 

You’re not clapping, fuck— there we go, there we go. 

Why is the sponsor looking at me?

“You seemed pretty spaced out today?” Natasha questions, sitting next to Y/N. 

“Just, coming back here… also past few days at university have been a little hard…” She trails off. 

“You feel as if you’ve lost the right to be in recovery?” Natasha offers, Y/N nods. 

“Look, I don’t know what made you start consuming again, but you’re here is means you want to get better again.” Natasha puts her hand on her shoulder, “It will take a few tries before you can walk without stumbling and even then if you do, you can chose to dust yourself off.” 

Y/N watches the room clear out, she swallows thickly. Nods again, Nat gives another squeeze to her shoulder. 

Y/N hands the attendance slip, Natasha signs it. Walking with her till the entrance. 

“It is good you have a support system in place. It is a good source to draw strength from, but the motivation needs to be your own.” With the parting words Natasha makes her way to her own car. 

Loki and Bucky push away from the car, turning to her with smiles as Y/N makes her way to them. 

“Hey, there, pretty girl.” Bucky gives her a beaming grin. 

“Hi Bucky.” Y/N grins back at him, skin warming at his words. 

“She likes that,” Loki affirms being able to know how her blood moves to her cheeks. 

“She doesn’t like you ratting her out.” Y/N huffs, Loki presses his lips to her temple. Bucky laughs. 

“Am I forgiven?” He enquires, her eyes shift to Bucky. 

“Only if you buy us cheesecake from the diner.” Bucky answers for her and she nods in agreement. 

“Extortion.” Loki shakes his head, “Alright fine, cheesecake it is!” He cheers the mirth of his mates engulfing his side of the bonds happily. 

Y/N and Bucky exchange a not so subtle high five, her mood uplifts.  

Loki and Bucky learned that not asking about how NA went faired better, they quietly observed her the bond had felt numb to Loki then it blossomed. 

Y/N shifted to the middle of the backseat as they both sat in the front. 

Bucky gazes back at her, offering his hand, Y/N takes it giving it a squeeze. Their hands part, Loki finds her gaze in the rearview, she smiles at him. 

Loki pulls out of the parking lot, driving towards the diner. The radio plays in the background as Bucky launches into a story about how the began discussion creatures of the night during lunch at the history department.

Eight Weeks Ago. 

The stupid glass shatters. Breaking into a kaleidoscope of fragments. Y/N bends to pick the bigger pieces, hands shaking due to the tremors,

“Fuck!” The pieces keep falling from her hands, she sits down against the kitchen counter, staring at the mess. 

“Poetess? I heard something—, fuck,” Bucky’s steps quicken he leaps of the shattered glass of orange juice and its only when his thumbs wipe at her cheeks does Y/N realise she is crying. 

“The glass slipped, so stupid, stupid fucking tremors, can’t get a grip.” She mumbles. 

“No, no, talking about yourself this way.” He cups her cheek, making her meet his gaze. 

“Bucky, I can’t even do one spell without misfiring.” Her eyes begin to water again. 

“You don’t need to perform any spells or magick work.” He assures her, wiping the tears again, “I’m here, Loki is here, you just need to work on getting better.” 

Y/N stares at her hands, even holding nothing they tremble. Bucky encloses his palms around her palms. 

“This will pass, it’s part of managing the withdrawal. You can do this okay? Now how about we clean up here and then go watch a movie or something?” Bucky offers an alternative, she nods. 

He gets up, retrieving the items needed, “Now you can hold the dustpan,” 

They bend down again, after he puts the soaked tissues in a small, empty cardboard box. 

Y/N presses the dustpan into the floor, trying to minimise the shaking, Bucky brushes the pieces into the pan and then holds her hand as they put the pieces into the smaller box. 

He labels it just incase some decides to touch it. She puts it into the bin. 

“See? Teamwork!” Bucky grins, Y/N smiles, it doesn’t reach her eyes, he leads her to the living room. 

The two have time for one on one bonding on the days Loki was at work. Which mostly consisted of picking up where they left off, even deciding to go to the bookstore and picking out books for each other. Completing the planned date. 

Even though her hands would shake, Y/N would try to read, to some extent it helped with the insomnia too. 

Bucky allows her to pick where she wants to sit as they stand in front of the couch, it was five days since the aftermath began for them. 

“Can, could we lay together?” She looks up at him, he smiles. 

“Of course we can.” He placing his palm of the small of her back. 

The L portion of the couch is perfect, Y/N settles in next to Bucky, his arm encircled around her. She rests her head against his chest, Bucky levitates the blanket and TV remote towards them. 

Moving through the titles they settle on The Office. Y/N feels warmth spread through her when Bucky laughs, each one reverbs against her chest and head. 

Soft turning of pages flicker through between them faintly. 

Bucky hums in content as Y/N nuzzles closer, her breathing evening out. His cheek rests against the top of her head. As slumber finds her finally after the restless night, he texts Loki an update before wrapping his arm around her, continuing to watch the episode as she sleeps. 

“I’d like to hold my mate now please.” Loki demands, voice low to not wake her. 

“I think you mean our mate.” Bucky narrows his eyes, tightening his arms around her. 

“James.” Loki exhales, “Its been a long day at University, please.” 

“Carefully.” The warlock warns as they try their best not to jostle her as they shift so Loki is holding her. 

“You both need a date night.” Y/N mutters sleepily. 

“We three do.” Bucky adds. 

“No the two of you I get one on one time with each of you, but you two don’t, at all. Not fair.” She grumbles, shifting closer to Loki, as she grasps at his shirt. 

The tremble pisses her off but she keeps quiet.

“I can hang out with Nia or Emery, you both deserve it after everything.” Y/N gazes between the two.

The two mates exchange a glance, a longing blooms. Y/N feels it, confirming her suspicions.

“You both can’t sacrifice your relationship for just taking care of me… I got months with Loki, Bucky didn’t get that.” You add.

“You aren’t trying to push us away are you?” The warlock questions, palm cupping her cheek.

“No.” Y/N answers, Loki hums in consideration.

“If we decide to go you will not be hard on yourself if mishaps occur. Its not a we won’t go if you don’t but we both would be at ease knowing you aren’t being hard upon your sweet little self.” Loki places his terms.

“Alright.” She agrees, Bucky smiles at the two.

“Now, what is for dinner?” Bucky wonders, knowing Y/N would want to cook.

“Can we, can we make pasta?” She requests, her two mates nod. 

“Kiss the chef apron? Please?” Loki requests, making her laugh. 

“I agree.” Bucky adds, Y/N blushes as they kiss her either cheek.

Twelve Weeks Ago.

It’s difficult some days, Nia wanders by her old human home or the house or rather manor that was slowly turning into her own home.

Thor seems to haunt every corner, watching her with a scowl. Nia drowns herself in school work. Spends time with Y/N and Emery. 

Learns more about vampires from Loki. Her day stays full so her nights can stay fuller.

Y/N gazes at her best friend in concern, that is when she feels it too. A haunting presence, dread trickles into her chest. A scream manifesting as Thor lunges at her.

With a gasp Y/N sits up in bed, Loki right next to her, his cooler skin soothing the fear heating her being. She hides her face in Loki’s neck. A sob blubbering past her lips. 

Bucky stirs, anxiety crawling up his spine, spreading like wildfire. His eyes open, its then he realises Loki is taking on the burden from Y/N and it trickles onto their bond.

“I’m sorry.” She whispers, Loki murmurs assurances, Bucky breathes through the dread. Joining her slowly, 

“It’s alright Poetess, you’re doing well.” Bucky assures, lips against her temple.

“Witchling, this is temporary okay?” Loki reminds her, she nods.

“Do you want to talk about it?” Stephen questions, Y/N blinks. Just moments ago Bucky and Loki were soothing her. 

When did she get to his private office?

“Are you having lapses in time?” He tilts his head, observing her. The symptoms keep changing in his line of vision.

“I, I think— how long has it been since I was here?” Y/N questions, Stephen gazes at her worried.

“We’ve been speaking for the past thirty minutes.” He informs her.

“Fuck. Doctor Strange—, how did that tiny fucking relapse get this bad?” Y/N holds her head between her hands. 

“It’s with the withdrawal, I believe, the finality of John leaving and uncovering the fact that most of your consumption was non consensual has your mind trying to process it. Lapses in time, stray thoughts, zoning out, sleeplessness and extreme sleepiness.” Stephen watches her look at him, turmoil in her demeanour evident, he decides to offer advise,

“May I offer advise? I suggest you take a break. You have several things placed upon your shoulders, I know it may seem as if you will lose, but working yourself too thin makes no sense.” He advices.

“But, I, I don’t want to be a failure.” She mutters, the cutlery clinks against the plates. Y/N blinks then looks around the table of her family home, Loki and Bucky flank her. Her human parents sit in front of them.

Why are they at the manor?

“You aren’t a failure love.” Loki strokes her cheek, Bucky subtly grabs her hand under the table.

“Your parents were just saying how they are glad you decided to prioritise your mental health.” Bucky pulls you up to the present in the conversation. 

Y/N suddenly recalls hazily greeting them at the airport.

“We are, the year has been hard with your health.” her father smiles, her mother nods.

Tears prick at her eyes, “I, I’d like to be excused—,”

“Oh honey we were heading back to the hotel anyways.” her mother says, Y/N glances up at Loki.

He nods in confirmation of his manipulation of their mind.

Bucky holds her hand as Loki walks with them till their car, she sighs leaning against him. 

Loki returns, towering over her and slightly over Bucky. His palms cup her cheek and Bucky’s, his lips part to speak.

“I don’t know if I can watch her this way.” You hear Loki speak, you feel warmth and slight cold from one side. 

“I know, it’s as if she’s slipping right through our grasp.” Bucky sighs, Y/N feels the soft brush of his fingers through her hair.

She tries to keep her breathing even, to pretend she’s asleep.

“Stephen said once she begins to feel safe in her mind, the lapses will stop.” Loki reminds.

“How long will it take? Loki, we, I had to use my powers to pull her away from that damned clearing.” Bucky sniffles.

Loki gazes at him apologetic, “I know it was hard for you too.”

“I, I worry for her.” Bucky presses, uncaring about himself.

“I’m sorry.” She mutters, tears pooling against, Loki’s shirt, “I, I’ll get better faster, I’ll do better.” 

“Poetess, none of that you don’t have to force yourself to get better.” Bucky assures her, wiping at her tears.

“Witchling, we care about you, you take all the time you need.” Loki reminds her somehow their words seem familiar.

“Have, have you both said this before?” She opens her tear stained eyes. Bucky and Loki feel their hearts clench.

Loki nods, Bucky does too.

“I’m, I’m sorry, I just, I don’t want to be a burden.” She grasps the wooden podium, the group of ten stare at you. Natasha gazes at her worriedly.

“I-, I,” You feel your breath quicken, limbs carrying her to the bathrooms, the whirlwind of the past god knows how many days getting to her, the minute the bathroom floor is seen she curls up sobbing into her palms.

“Just want to remember, just want to remember, just want to remember.” She murmurs over and over.

Four Weeks Ago.

“I started maintaining the log as you said.” Y/N holds up the hourly timed notebook, past two weeks being tracked.

“You’re able to recall or are you noting it down as you do any activity?” Stephen takes the notebook, humming pleased as this second week seems more filled than the previous.

“Since yesterday based on previous recall… Before that I noted down what I did.” She says, feeling proud of herself.

Stephen smiles encouragingly, “Alright, tell me what did you eat for dinner two nights ago?” 

Y/N furrows her brows, thinking over two days ago, “um, I, I think Bucky and I baked cookies? We ate most of them and didn’t eat the pizza Loki brought home for dinner?” She sounds unsure.

“Think about it, if you’re sure, then say you’re sure.” Stephen prompts, she thinks about the moment again, flashes of Bucky smearing her cheeks with cookie dough and then licking it off of her fingers swirl through her mind.

She also remembers making a cookie with all atrocious flavours just to see Loki’s reaction. Much to their dismay he didn’t respond with disgust or anything.

Simply a, ‘This is quite a unique recipe.’

Y/N laughs, “We gave Loki this horrible cookie for shits and giggles, he didn’t react the way we wanted to but I’m sure two nights ago that happened.”

Stephen hands her time log back, she opens it to the page. 

There, bringing tears to her eyes was a tiny drawing of a plate of cookies and next to it written— baked cookies with Bucky, fed Loki a bad one, you laughed a lot.

“Good progress, Y/N.” Stephen smiles.

“Thank you.” She mumbles, fingertips running over the drawing of cookies.

Present.

The diner is quiet, their regular waitress — Myra brings them their slices of cheesecakes. Bucky and Y/N grin and giggle as they tuck in. Loki admires them, chuckling at the animated discussion that continued about which historic event had to be blamed upon vampires.

“No, listen, I’m pretty sure the famines in local towns were just vampire ways to have people weak and not fight back. ya’ll are lazy when you want to be.” Bucky squints his eyes raising his spoon towards Loki.

Y/N giggles, Loki shakes his head, bemused.

“Do you know how many things, witches and warlocks are responsible for?” He counters.

“We probably did it to fix vampire crap.” You defend, Loki chuckles.

“Touché.” 

Bucky and Loki pause as they watch her hold her spoon for her next bite. Bucky’s heart tightens with emotion, Loki feels venom pool over his eyes.

The spoon doesn’t tremble, not one crumb of cheesecake drops onto the table. Relief floods through the bonds, taking her by surprise.

“Wha—,”

Bucky hugs her tightly, head buried into the crook of her neck.

“Tremor isn’t there.” Loki explains, reach out to run his palm over her hair as she returns Bucky’s hug completely.

“It’s going to be okay.” She mumbles, “I’m going to be okay.” She repeats finally believing the words everyone assured her with, that everyone latched onto but her, till tonight.

Four Weeks Ago. 

Bucky and Loki don’t speak during the ride of the restaurant. They picked something far from the university town. Both deciding that they deserved the first public outing to be with Y/N on their home turf. 

Loki drives because Bucky can’t have him exasperatedly sighing at maintaining the speed limit. 

The centre console screen lights up with an incoming call. 

They both read Y/N’s name and panic. Loki presses the receive button,

“First of all, I’m completely fine. Emery and I are working on their report, I’m writing my own to have them grade it for me. Did you know they topped the exams?” Her voice washes over them and both exchange a glance filled with relief. 

“Oh thank god the panic was getting to me too.” Y/N jokes, “now please stop being nervous and enjoy your date. You both need bonding time.” She reminds them. 

“We just—,” Bucky begins,

“We will, its we were worried over the past few weeks…” Loki trails off, “And—,”

“Yeah but I’ve gotten better and we decided you both need one on one time as well.” She interrupts Loki. 

“It has been about a month.” Bucky shrugs. 

Loki gives him a once over. 

“And I’m remembering things as well Loki, better than before.” Y/N adds. 

“You cannot expect us to not worry.” He defends. 

“I don’t expect you to not worry, I expect you to respect each other and have fun on your date.” She adds, Bucky chuckles. 

“Alright, alright, we’ll have fun but we’ll check in after an hour and a half okay?” The warlock offers, raising a brow at Loki. 

“I agree.” The vampire nods, mirth blooms across the bonds and Y/N grins elated. 

“She’s smiling like a kid on Christmas morning.” Emery leans into the phone to inform her mates. 

“Emery.” She chastises. 

“We can feel it.” Bucky adds, a smile on his features.

“We can, yes.” Loki chuckles. 

“Now go enjoy your date.” Y/N cuts the call. 

Loki and Bucky glance at each other. 

“So warlock, what do you expect from tonight?” Loki questions, as he manoeuvres the car into the parking space. 

“Oh you know just this old as time vampire to woo me.” Bucky laughs at the annoyed expression upon Loki’s face. 

“Oh I will woo you. I thought being a history buff you tend to adore old things.” The vampire observes the surroundings, in a blur he’s outside opening the car door for Bucky. 

Offering his hand, Bucky grasps it. Smiling at the way it feels within his own. 

“Also not funny.” Bucky adds with a scowl, Loki kisses his cheek.

“Kissed it better?” He wonders and his mate only rolls his eyes with a smile.

They walk in step towards the restaurant. There is a drop in temperature, Bucky pauses goosebumps raising on his arms. 

Loki senses his apprehension, eyes scanning for any threat. 

“James?” Loki enquires, Bucky looks down upon his left arm his markings prominent. 

“I think—,” 

“I apologise for the interruption my children.” The moon’s soft voice croons, cutting Bucky off.

“Is Y/N—,” Loki begins,

“All is well with her, I wanted to speak to the two of you.” The moon gleams.  

They observe the surroundings, it is reminiscent of the time the two were drawn in when Y/N’s eyes held the white glow.

“Okay, what did you have in mind?” Bucky watches the cloud pass by illuminated to grey in the moonlight.

“She refuses to speak to me, all attempts of mine have been thwarted.” The moon adds, Loki and Bucky exchange a glance, they had seen your coded notes in your memory log.

“She needs time.” Loki sighs.

“Time?” The voice repeats scepticism dripping the word.

“She, she feels betrayed on various levels…” Bucky winces as the moon turned red tinged.

“I did what I had—,”

“Mother.” Y/N’s voice draws them to look back at her.

“Daughter.” The voice regards, Loki and Bucky walk over to their mate.

“Let them go, they need to spend time together.” Y/N looks upward at the celestial body.

“We’re here for you.” Bucky grasps her hand as does Loki.

“I know but I need to have this conversation alone, but when you both are near. Mother, may I have a week?” She gazes upward yet again.

“You have your week daughter.” 

The surroundings begin to dissolve, Loki and Bucky look at Y/N as she fades from view.

“Go, I’ll tell Emery to text you incase I fall asleep.” She assures as they are back outside the restaurant.

Sure enough, within two minutes Emery texts the two from Y/N’s phone, along with a picture of her under the blankets. With the same thing she told them, to have fun on the date. To not care about what the celestial mother said to them.

Loki looks up from the sleeping form of their mate, he knows Bucky is considering the same thought, but they made a promise.

“I want to honour what Poetess requested from us.” Bucky reaches for Loki’s hand, the vampire grasps it with a smile. 

“Of  course, my warlock.” He kisses the back of Bucky’s hand. Crimson takes over his cheeks. Loki only smiles in adoration. 

 The latter opens the door, the host leads them to their corner table overlooking the cliffside.

They order their food, actively choosing to forget the moon’s words. The bond thrums, Loki smiles. 

“I never told you about the first day I met you.” Loki pulls Bucky’s gaze to himself. 

“Then do tell me, mate.” Bucky teases, a hum of happiness blooms within Loki’s chest. 

“The entire morning things were going terrible, coffee at home was over, line in the coffee shop too long, other students asking absolutely baffling questions and all of the submitted papers crashed my laptop. Even my blood bags were over.” Loki shakes his head at the memory, “Then when I entered the lecture room, there was this shift, things would be okay, then I saw the two of you together and then my eyes shifted to you and I haven’t seen an ocean I wanted to drown within till I looked into your eyes.” He admits. 

Bucky bites his lip, a smile taking over his features, “I honestly hoped something would happen, the instant our eyes met I knew I wanted to be with you.” 

Loki now smiles, Bucky feels the soft thrum of their bond brighten. The conversation flows easily. 

Bucky learns of Loki’s childhood. The vampire reminisces over a childhood lost into darkness but one he can remember as if the sunlight shines brightly upon it. 

Loki learns Bucky never learned to ride a bicycle but can drive a motorcycle. 

“Thats not the only thing I can straddle.” Bucky winks as he takes a sip of his drink. 

Loki coughs mid bite. Bucky levitates the glass of water for him to grasp. 

“Oh you’re a trouble maker aren’t you?” The vampire shakes his head

“I have to be, keep you on your toes.” Bucky laughs, they then leave hand in hand. Loki walks Bucky to the passenger side, but he doesn’t open the door.

Bucky gazes at Loki, his vampire carefully grasps his chin, tilting his head back, leaning down. Warm lips meet with cooler ones. Bucky melts against Loki, the kiss deepens. 

Bucky gasps as Loki nips at his bottom lip, parting his lips, Loki presses closer to Bucky.

The cold of the car has his warlock press against him, Bucky’s hands traverse the planes of Loki’s back reaching to the nape of his neck one rests upon his mate’s shoulder.

Loki presses his thigh against Bucky drawing a deep gasp, their bond ignites, pushing Loki to allow the beast within to take over. It had been far too long the beast within ached to lay claim upon his mates.

Loki pulls away, Bucky grasps upon his arms stopping him.

“Feed, please.” He requests.

“James, I may not be able to keep control.” Loki informs him then hisses when Bucky palms his hardened length.

“I can handle a horny little vampire.” He teases, Loki growls in response.

“I—,” Bucky’s little quip turns into a soft moan as Loki’s lips graze over his neck, the buttons of his shirt undone to his sternum. Loki’s lips trace a path upon his warm skin.

Bucky’s breaths grow shallow, soft preens he didn’t know he could make, Loki nips at the flesh of his neck, fangs piercing into the flesh.

Sweet relief floods Loki’s parched tongue and throat. Bucky’s hands remain wandering despite the haze taking over in his mind.

A deep satiated rumble resounds in the vampire’s chest. Bucky ruts against Loki’s thigh. Moaning, pleading, wanting. He sinks onto the plush leather seats, he opens his eyes, Loki traces kisses down Bucky’s chest, undoing his belt.

Bucky’s blue eyes meet red rimmed ones, he throws his head back moaning when Loki’s fingers curl around his length, thumb circling his precum coated tip.

“Loki, Loki, Loki—,” A guttural moan resounds, Loki presses his warlock’s hips down as his mouth takes in Bucky’s length. The bond thrums, ripples of pleasure seep into ever bone of the vampire and warlock.

Bucky’s fingers tangle with Loki’s hair, snowflakes dance across his vision, stomach tightening. Loki moans as Bucky spills onto his tongue. 

Loki smirks as he leans above Bucky, who is catching his breath.

“Oh you are trouble.” Bucky comments, Loki chuckles.

“Have to keep you on your toes.” 

Bucky shakes his head, pressing his lips to Loki’s again, tasting himself.

Present.

The three stumble through the doorway. Hearts merry and hands wandering. Bucky and Y/N had spoken about their respective bondings with Loki. 

They wanted him to decide if he wanted both of them together or individually. Since they didn’t know what it would entail for the vampire.

Loki’s lips brush over her neck, fangs lightly scraping. Y/N whimpers his name. Loki repeats the motion, lightly nipping at Bucky’s skin, humming at the taste of his blood.

“Loki.” Bucky groans, they make their way to his room. 

“How are you both so decadent?” Loki murmurs, dexterous hands pulling at the fabric keeping them from him.

Kisses are exchanged, clothing shed scattered over the floor. Bucky’s lips flush against Loki’s soft but colder ones. Y/N’s fingers trailing delicately over their chests and back, their arms wrapped around her keeping her close.

Loki stands watching his mates, Bucky cups Y/N’s cheek tenderly, his lips press to hers. The kiss is tender, aching with longing, need. Her hands trace the freckles over his chest with memorised ease.

Loki groans as Bucky’s hand moves over her front, cupping her breast and then trailing downward to her aching core. His warlock nips at his witchling’s flesh leaving his own mark upon her. 

Y/N grinds her hips against Bucky’s palm her nails digging into his biceps leaving crescent shaped indents. 

Bucky’s wandering fingers coated in her arousal, he turns holding his fingers up to Loki’s lips, the vampire’s eyes turn dark, red rimmed as he cleans Bucky’s fingers, moaning at the taste.

Bucky and Y/N are placed on the bed, Loki’s lips worshipping their skin, marking them with soft nicks and leaving love-bites in his wake.

Whimpers and moans fill the room, the bonds glow brighter, pulling them close.

Loki growls deeply, their bonds pulling him to bite, to have them be a part of him, bask in his existence, his claim, his kind’s declaration of proof of love.

Venom pools across his eyes, he never expected to have one let alone two mates, to souls to call his, to have his soul beg for salvation for having them.

“If only, are you both ready?” Loki questions, his hand wrapped around Bucky’s shaft, moving languidly in synchronous with his fingers pumping in and out of Y/N.

“Yes,” “Please, Loki,” They both whimper, hips chasing the feel of his hands. 

Loki gives the reins to the beast within him, a deep possessive growl resounds in his chest, Bucky grasps Y/N’s hand, the grip tight as their orgasms begin to build and the heat climbs across their skin and bone.

Loki traces open mouthed kisses along her neck to her sternum, Y/N whines, walls clenching around his fingers. The stars begin to glow brighter. 

Loki’s fangs sink into her skin, a soft sigh of content and then she moans, her orgasm crashing into her, she arches upward, gushing all over his fingers.

Stars float and she feels Loki even closer than before, his fingers leave her with a wet squelch, wrapping around Bucky’s aching cock.

“So, so close—,” Bucky whimpers, he moans, Loki leaves kisses along his neck and shoulder, brushing over the start of the soft blue markings on his left arm.  

His fangs descend into the skin of Bucky’s left shoulder. The snowflakes brighten around them, a tether forming between the warlock and vampire. The stimulation and feeling too much, Bucky comes all over his abdomen and Loki’s hand. 

A few snowflakes begin to shimmer as the stars, Bucky and Y/N exchange a glance, their own bond appearing, as if the front and back cover of a book bound by the spine.

Loki brings the mix of arousal to his lips, humming at the taste,

“More decadent than your blood.” He chuckles when the both of them gaze up at him dazed.

“I’m not done with you two.” Is the only warning his two soulmates receive from their vampire. Loki leans over pressing kisses over their eager lips, tasting each other moaning into their vampire’s mouth. 

Bound forever, and then more.

Their bonds glow bright gold, unflinchingly present, declaring to everyone whose mates they are, Bucky’s eyes brim with tears at the intensity as the bonds finally present themselves in his chest. Loki kisses the tear from his left cheek, Y/N kisses the one away from his right.

Y/N begins to feel the bonds once their vampire decides for a break, it’s as overwhelming as it was for Bucky, as if there was a reminder of their love.

“I love you both.” She declares.

“I love you both.” He declares.

“I love you both.” He declares.

-x-x-x-x-

AN: hi everyone! i'm so sorry this took so very long, i lost so much of my drive for this fic because of the world building and i almost had lost hope of completing it, but i was inspired to complete the fic before the year ends and i hope you enjoyed this update, i'm working on the epilogue and i think in the next two weeks or so that should be updated as well, thank you for sticking by and reading this fic it means so much to me.

taglist open! just comment below to be added!

tagging: @camerons-specialinterest @stevesmewmew @pandaxnienke

Also incase anyone wants to be removed from the tags please let me know i don’t want to push you to read something you don’t want to theres just the epilogue left but i don’t want that to be a burden

#loki x reader #loki laufesyon x reader #loki odinson x reader #mcu fanfic #mcu loki #loki x you #loki odinson #loki loki loki #loki is a sweetheart #loki is a little shit #vampire loki x reader #loki au #loki alternate universe #loki laufeyson x y/n #loki laufeyson #thor x oc #vampire thor #helmut zemo #tom hiddleston #tom hiddleston characters #Bucky Barnes #bucky x reader #loki x soulmate #soulmate au #loki series #loki disney+ #frostironfudge #loki #marvel #james buchanan barnes

[hansoeii]

I'm very much not normal about loki and mobius right now

#the way I fully expected the show to just have them act like good ol' buddies #but instead they gave us extremely touchy mobius like that man couldn't let him go for a second #then LOKI ALMOST CONFESSING APPARENTLY??? #Mobius not caring about getting his skin ripped off cos all the cares about is his loki being alright #AND THEN THEM FALLING ON TOP OF EACH OTHER?? #And no mention of the selfcest kiss either and showing how sylvie just wants a normal little life???? #Feels like they're pretending that romance never happened and I'm hoping it stays that way #Anyways I'm so not okay right now like homy shit #This is either the greatest romance ever or another horrible queerbait added to the list #Loki #Loki season 2 #Loki season 2 spoilers #Lokius #Loki spoilers

[dylan-hart]

peter: do you need help, mister loki sir?

loki: no thanks. i’m god.

(y/n): …

avengers: …

tony: (y/n)…don’t…

(y/n): …

steve: (y/n)…

(y/n): hi god, i’M DAD—

clint: [flips table] jUST ONE DAY OF PEACE IS ALL I ASK FOR—

yelena: [cackles in the distance]

#avengers #the avengers #avengers x reader #loki x reader #peter x reader #tony x reader #steve x reader #clint x reader #yelena x reader #x reader #incorrect quotes #loki laufeyson #peter parker #tony stark #steve rogers #yelena belova #avengers x teen reader #clint barton #hawkeye #(y/n) is a little shit #tony stark x reader #steve rogers x reader #loki laufesyon x reader #yelena belova x reader #clint barton x reader #peter parker x reader

[inoreuct]

i'm watching loki s2ep4 and it is so apparent that sylvie is everything loki used to be. the anger. the scorn. the righteous rage, the cynicism and the strong opinions and the sharp edges. she represents everything he’s matured out of. put up against how loki's so calm and level-headed in the pie room it just shows how much he's grown as a person; he's the god of mischief, yes, but he's chilled out. don't get me wrong— he still very much has his sharp edges. his knives are still tucked just beneath the surface. but he uses them strategically now, like with brad, and they're not just flying all over the place in explosions where he doesn't really care what damage he causes. he's not soft, but he's steady. he's centered and focused where sylvie's wound-up and almost erratic and it's so interesting because you can literally see how hanging around mobius and the things he’s been through have balanced him out, and now he's logical and composed and he's doing it all on his own. it's literally like watching him have a conversation with his past self and it makes his development that much more appreciatable. i love this show.

#also the way they're letting him use his powers in this season?? the repeated reminders that he is a GOD?? ABSOLUTELY BANGING #loki tv show #loki season 2 #loki series #loki #lokius #i feel like a proud parent #also living for victor and o.b. nerding out about each other it's wholesome 😭 #and miss minutes you psychotic little piece of shit. #D-90. NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO #VICTOR?? #tell me how i'm supposed to wait a whole week to find out wtf happens #I’M SHAKING THEM LIKE A MARACA

[xenocorner]

Here's the concept for one of my Strange AUs :D This has been sitting on my WIPs for months now, and today I finally decided to get it out :']

Info dump of this AU ahead for anyone interested, because I need to get it out of my system orz close ups below too

In this a AU, Stephen is raised in Asgard after his home planet (not Earth) is destroyed during a terrible war. Here, Donna is his older sister instead, and she was one of the soldiers who fought and died in said war (the sword he carries was hers).

He was taken in by the Asgardian army when he was around 6, and was raised collectively by them as part of the ranks. He is trained as a swordsman and excels at it.

He meets both Thor and Loki at that young age, and he develops a very close friendship with Loki, both of them growing up together and getting in all kinds of trouble (although Stephen was usually the one to get them out of it). But not all is fun and games with this two, as Stephen also becomes the person Loki confides the most in and viceversa. As they grow, this often leads to Odin sending Stephen to look for Loki whenever the god disappears after a family fight.

He becomes one of the best swordsmen in the 9 realms, and takes command of the Asgardian army when his mentor, the Ancient One (a commander in this AU) dies in battle.

During a battle in which he was perhaps too careless and cocky, he is gravely injured and his hands are irreparably damaged, leaving him unable to wield a sword.

Stephen has incredibly deep self worth issues, and since he isn't Asgardian by birth and also feels incredible debt to Asgard for taking him in when he was all alone, he is always trying to prove himself of his worth to be called Asgardian. So when he is left useless as a swordsman, he goes into a really dark place. This leads him to study magic instead, trying to still be of use to the throne and able to protect Asgard. He pulls through, and with a similar journey of the MCU Stephen, becomes one of the most proficient sorcerers of Asgard. That along with his previously good reputation with Odin grants him the position of Head Sorcerer in the court.

Unfortunately, this comes at the cost of distancing himself from Loki, being too focused on proving himself since the loss of his hand function. Of course, the god is resentful of this. They go through some shit to salvage the friendship and maybe even make it evolve into something more, but I won't go into that now as this lore dump rambling is already way too long lmao.

Also, he may or may not be part of a race that uses music as magic to affect the world around them too, but that's just deeper lore stuff 👀

Close ups to the head shots because I just adore how much softer and elegant he looks with the wavy hair, tiara thing and earring orz I want to do a better render of him like this so bad-

Plus the full body on its own too :] I would've loved to polish it more but I've got more stuff to do and just needed to get it out of my WIPs already o(-(

#I brainrotted for so long with this concept and story help #I have a whole playlist AND wholeass document dedicated to this #it is StrangeFrost though so idk if people would be interested in it #I'm not the biggest shipper of this pairing myself #BUT THE ANGST IS SO GOOD ;; #the man literally can not catch a break #also Loki losing his shit and becoming the little bastard he is because he loses his emotional support husband GH #doctor strange #doctor strange fanart #dr strange #doctor strange au #marvel #marvel fanart #benedict cumberbatch #stephen strange #asgardian #mcu asgard #asgard #strangefrost

[gaylightisminetocommand]

you don't understand i was obsessed with Night at the Museum as a kid and i loved Jed and subconsciously shipped him with Octavius before i even knew you were allowed to ship two boys together, heck, before i even knew what shipping was, and now Owen Wilson is Mobius and it's the same fucking thing again where he's playing a heavily queer-coded character but the media they're in forces him to call his soulmate his 'friend' but there's no fucking way they're straight but this time around i know what shipping is and i know what homosexuality is and maybe d*sney will never let them kiss but hell if that's gonna stop me from losing my mind over them-

#they mean so much to me #both lokius and jedtavius #it's like. now i know that's allowed #and shit may not be ideal regarding lgbt representation in media but at the very least we can have our fun with it #and it's kinda funny that my gay awakening was fucking. night at the museum. #but in all seriousness when i think about how young i was feeling those feelings i couldn't explain #wondering why i wanted two boys to kiss when 'that's so silly!' #'boys don't kiss boys!' #'they kiss girls!!!' #i just. get a little emotional. like i know i've always 'been this way' but i find comfort in every little thing like this i can point to #*remembers the subject of this post is tiny gay people and time travelling gay people* anyways- #gaylight post #loki #loki series #natm #lokius #mobius #marvel loki #night at the museum #owen wilson #tom hiddleston #jedtavius #natm jedediah #natm octavius

[magpie-sherlock]

Marvel Characters as Dumb Shit I've Done

Tony Stark - went to church, came home exhausted, took a nap, woke up and withing 30 minutes managed to fight my mom over who did the dishes (I won. I got there first I called dish duty back off-)

Steve Rogers - hurt my shoulder doing army crawls and then did 50 pushups

Thor - regularly eating raw cookie dough

Loki - I failed a captcha

Clint Barton - caffeine addiction

Bruce Banner - I offered to stab a hole in a cup for my friend (we were doing the egg drop experiment) so she wouldn't get hurt. ended up cutting my finger

Natasha Romanoff - driving, exclaimed in Russian, realised I was the only one in the car who knew russian

Yelena Belova - might've broken my foot in dance class, I don't know bc I never got it looked at :)

Kate Bishop - I tried to climb something and ended up slamming my ribcage into a concrete cylinder. had the audacity to ask why my ribs hurt the next day

Peter Parker - got math problems wrong bc I have synesthesia (numbers have colours)

Bucky Barnes - one time during karate we had an obstacle course and I was so tired that I got my flying side kick stuck on top of the punching bag and fell over

Sam Wilson - was tired and looking for an icepack. decided to check the pantry

Carol Danvers - "I'm a girl, and I'm cold. therefore, I'm the embodiment of the cold girl aesthetic"

#'lock is a little stupid sometimes #tony stark #steve rogers #bucky barnes #Thor #Loki #Clint Barton #natasha romanoff #yelena belova #kate bishop #peter parker #sam wilson #carol danvers #marvel #avengers #dumb shit

[like-sands-of-time]

So does sigyn just not exist in the mcu? I know she's in the comics even though I don't read them. Because why are you telling me Loki is completely unloveable and the only person he can love/feel attracted to is himself as a woman that's insane. He's not this demonic guy he's a god of tricks and chaos. He's loved by Thor. By frigga/Freya. By sigyn his canon wife. By his children even if you don't want them to exist here (why I've no idea that's an amazing story)

#loki #loki x sigyn #and then theres the people who latched onto shipping simply for the sake of it #idk maybe ive been a loki fan too long but who gives a shit about mobius i want to see loki like he was before the first thor movie #a hero by choice #reuniting with his brother even though theyre separated by timelines #using his magic and being badass and saving the day #tearing the world apart because odin and frigga are dead his birth father is dead his adopted sister is dead #and now thanos is dead #he can find thor and the little god child he just adopted #loki is a caring mom we already know this

[anon-shifters]

I shifted realities before and I'd like to explain how and kinda rant about what happened. Mind you this probably won't work for everyone!! Now before I tell ya how, I'd like to be clear that we are pagan and worship and work with the Norse God Loki. This is one of the reasons this method might not work for everyone-

Basically, I was getting frustrated and wanted to shift. So when I gave Loki his offerings, I asked for his help. Anyways, I laid down and attempted the "blackout" method mixed with a method I came up with which was visualize walking around your dr as your dr self. Anyways, being absolutely exhausted, I fell asleep before I completed said methods. Low and behold when I woke up I had shifted.

Was it a dr that I had scripted? N o . Was it still a different reality? Yep! So different in fact that instead of having a sane person's house on a flat or stable surface, IT WAS A CABIN ON A MOUNTAIN WITH A PORCH THAT ACTED LIKE A SWINGING BENCH OVER A HUGE ASS POOL OF WATER BELOW IT. there was a waterfall too. BUT I HAVE A FEAR OF HEIGHTS SO LOKI WTF. Like it worked! We shifted! Thank you! BUT WHY WOULD THAT BE THE REALITY THAT WE END UP IN SIR.

I love Loki, I do, he's amazing and very patient with us. BUT SIR. WHY WOULD YOU DO THAT.

-Moon🌙

#reality shifting #reality shifter #shifters #shiftblr #shifting community #shifting blog #shifting antis dni #shifting motivation #shifting methods #kinda? #loki laufeyson #norse god loki #love him but hes a little shit sometimes #hope this helps #or gives you a laugh

[frostironfudge]

Tenebrous - Loki (AU) - Chapter Fifteen

Pairings: Vampire! Professor Loki x Fem!Reader

Characters: Loki, Thor, Fem OC, Reader, Bucky Barnes, Stephen Strange, Baron Zemo, Other OCs

Warnings: angst, blood, witch coven dynamics, vampire coven dynamics, soul bonds, major character death, canon level violence, blood drinking, mind manipulations, torture, MINORS DNI

Word Count: 6.1k || Dividers: @firefly-graphics​

Chapter Fourteen || Chapter Sixteen

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Chapter Fifteen - One of Our Own

Present.

Alexander’s taunts are heard from the distance of the clearing. Loki struggles to return to the safety of the ground, Karla only furthers him away from his goal. Levitation aiding in moving them to the opposite side of the clearing.

James and he would have to cross the long running weave to reach Alexander and Y/N.

“Any plans?” Nia questions and Loki grits his teeth, trying to get into Karla’s mind.

Bucky huffs, giving Zemo a hard glare. The man in question shakes his head, retrieving the stake from his jacket pocket.

Zemo carefully leaves Luna’s side, walking the short perimeter, as though observing. He stands behind Maya, within a good enough range to aim his stake at Karla.

Luna closes her eyes, grounding herself to begin the plan of the Celestials. Alexander’s vampires had their backs turned to her. She opens her eyes once the link is created, the low hum of their combined power rests at her fingertips.

Zemo takes a quiet moment, raising his arm, aiming the stake for Karla’s heart. 

Bucky causes small orbs of light to glow, on his palms. Keeping the watchful vampires distracted from Zemo.

The blade of the stake gleams in the moonlight, twinkling as it delivers death to the vampire causing her to fall forward.

Maya removes the stake, turning to pick and choose their prey.

The levitating vampires drop to the ground. 

Luna lifts the weave from, Wong and Maya. 

Wong rushes to their side, standing beside Doctor Strange offering hand.

“Still a Doctor?” Wong questions.

“Still have a flair for the dramatic?” Stephen gives a half smile taking his hand as Wong laughs.

Loki begins to walk with purpose towards the weave.

“Loki.” Bucky calls for his attention, the vampire pauses.

“Have her find me to gain more energy.” Bucky says, opening up a path along the weave, Loki nods, blurring out of view, as he reaches towards the edge of the clearing. 

Opening himself up to the bond, allowing it to guide him, the dread and despair from Y/N’s side of the bond seeps into him. 

Then Malekith steps in Loki’s path, “I have a few scores to settle with you.” He assures, dark embers flowing out of his fingertips surrounding Loki.

The forest begins to turn into a beige walled structure. Loki recognises the room.

——<>——

Luna keeps a steady control on the weave, opening and closing it as the vampires on their side make the kill.

Bucky joins by her side, he looks up at the moon, hoping the power is enough to help.

He feels dread, he choses to ignore the feeling, focusing on connecting with the Celestials. His left arm’s lines begin to glow softly.

The thrum of power amongst the Celestial coven increases, the scent of lavender stronger. The soft lines of spirit solidified.

They work on raising the stakes they buried into the grounds, taking aims at the vampires who were not being tended to by Stephen, Wong, Maya and Zemo.

The stakes swiftly end four vampires each. Bucky feels the dread again, he turns, Loki is surrounded by dark tendrils, his eyes open but blank. Emotionless. 

When Bucky looks at him the dread is replaced by panic, he movies to draw a weave around Malekith. Unsure of how to extract Loki from the grip of the vampire.

Bucky had seldom been able to escape Malekith’s advances, his head was already a mess therefore the vampire did not cause more harm, only practiced upon him.

——<>——

Maya shape-shifts into Ivan Vanko, now able to recreate his powers they head toward him. He only grins in response, predator mocking prey. 

“Shocking isn’t it.” Maya wants to laugh at their pun as Vanko falls down, withering in pain. 

“I’ve studied all the moves you make Vanko.” They tell him, they grab one of the stakes that levitates, lining it up so it hovers perpendicular to the fallen Vanko’s chest.

“I’ve been planning this right from your homophobic comments from day one to the bullshit you did till today, bye Vanko. Been waiting to have you gone.” Maya turns back into their self as the stake falls into Vanko, ceasing his withering movements.

The remaining vampires struggle to escape but the layers of vampire weaves being sown into their places had begun to take effect. The colour of the weave iridescent, a stark contradiction of the effect it had upon the vampires but they all remain trapped within it. Struggling and aching to get free.

Maya moves reaching to help Strange and Wong as they stake the vampires. As they slip in and out of the weave.

“No! Not Malekith!” Maya stops Strange from throwing the dagger, pointing to Loki surrounded by the dark hazy mist.

“Won’t it stop the illusion?” Strange questions, Wong shakes his head. 

“Work on the remainder.” Wong ducks as another fireball comes towards him from a younger vampire.

Bucky keeps the weave up, the conversation he overhears lowering his confidence in being able to rescue Loki.

Y/N screams and Bucky’s face contorts in pain, she was so close, that even he could hear. He looks back at the moon, helplessly.

——<>——

“Long time no see.” Malekith tells Loki.

“Yes, it has been long.” Loki comments, then glares at Malekith as the ground now harbours white tiled floors. 

“I thought you should see your own fears. You know? Change of scenery.” Malekith chuckles.

The monitor rapidly beats and Loki’s eyes widen as Y/N’s body arches off of the plinth. Bite marks litter her skin and she appears lifeless, the monitor only shows a flat line. 

As Loki approaches the treatment table, biting his wrist to give her blood, he is pulled away by John.

Loki takes a swing at him, but when his fist makes contact, the room resets to him watching Y/N being resuscitated. 

“Fuck.” He mutters, haphazardly searching for the rift in the reality. As the scene keeps replaying over and over. 

Then it changes to the vision of the dreaded night in the forest, Y/N’s eyes on him pleading, as she is held down. 

“Why did you not return sooner?” She questions, cries of pain as John drinks from her.

“Why did you leave me?” She begs to know.

“Why did you bring this upon me?” 

Loki tries moving forward to pry John away, but he is held back by Alexander himself.

“Father—,”

“It is a shame she is still unclaimed.” Alexander tuts.

“Father please—,” Loki begs, Y/N whimpers again, John holding him now and Alexander trailing his nose along her sternum.

“I’ll do anything, please let her go.” Loki pleads. John pushes him down to his knees.

Alexander’s eyes harbour red rims, fangs displayed, Loki feels sick to his stomach as he bites over the bond mark. A scream of protest dies against his tongue.

The forest resets.

Y/N begs.

Loki attempts a bargain.

Alexander doesn’t listen.

The forest resets.

Y/N begs.

Loki attempts a bargain.

Alexander doesn’t listen.

The forest resets.

Y/N pleads.

Loki offers himself instead.

Alexander sinks his fangs into her skin.

Loki looks around as the forest resets, for a glimmer of hope, anything to carry himself back to reality. 

Y/N accuses him of never loving her, of leaving her defenceless.

Reality becomes blurred. 

Loki believes her words. 

Over and over.

How he failed her, how he was responsible for her wounds.

Loki sinks into the alteration, a failure, an utter disgrace and Odin’s words ring through his mind.

‘Born not from a god approved bond, a teller of lies, dragging my name with shame.’

‘No son of mine, you are. You won’t get anything.’

——<>——

In the clearing Thor throws off John as he tries to attack him. Nia grabs one of the floating stakes heading towards the vampires of Alexander’s coven. Bucky turns away from watching Loki only for a moment to have John’s familiar stakes, pierce the vampire into place on the ground. 

“Fuck not again.” John groans.

“Thanks.” Thor nods in appreciation, heading towards them to help.

The weave holds the vampires off, keeping them in a perimeter but within the weave they can move easily. Nia moves back as a vampire with blonde hair tries to grab her.

“James, think you can get me out?” Nia calls out and Bucky nods. He knows the weave around Malekith would hold even as he helped Nia.

“Be quick.” He tells her to which Nia laughs, “I have vampire speed.” 

As she steps into the weave Thor moves towards Malekith and Loki, behind Bucky. 

Luna remains focused on allowing Zemo freedom to move between the weave. Staking the vampires still alive.

Nia pushes the body down of the vampire and retrieves the stake. Turning to Bucky for the signal, she looks up at Thor, towering over the warlock’s fallen form. Hand outstretched a smirk on his face.

“What did you do?” She questions him, she gazes down at Bucky’s unconscious form, relieved slightly when his chest still rises and falls. The suns across their bond begin diminishing. 

The larger vampire moves towards Luna, she tries to ward him off with a spell but he grabs her hand, twisting it. 

“My, my Luna, lying about being a half witch?” Thor raises his eyebrows in surprise. 

Stephen and Wong stare at him, pulling back the stakes from the vampires they were dealing with, the pair then takes a step back from the edge of the weave. Since Luna nor Bucky could give them a path to exit if they got stuck inside.

“The Celestials will keep the weave up.” Luna warns then yells in pain as Thor twists her hands more and the bones crack and pierce through her skin. He does the same to her other hand. Throwing her into the weave,

“Good, they should keep you in place. Cowards hiding away.”

“Thor, what the fuck are you doing?” Nia yells at him. He continues to ignore her and the suns that slowly set amongst their bond as she grows more distrustful towards her mate. 

“Just a bit of organising, my sweet mate.” Thor chuckles as though he isn’t betraying every person that stood beside him. 

“How is my brother doing?” He stands in front of Malekith. 

“Getting distressed. About to lose himself,” The vampire smiles in return, closing his eyes once again.

“Good, see how long you can keep him inside. Make it permanent.” Thor turns to Stephen and Wong. 

“You know Stephen, you derailed my plans.” Thor narrows his eyes. 

“I believe you are derailing ours.” Stephen counters, the larger vampire smirks satisfied at the tensing in Stephen’s jaw.

“Oh, no, no, fret not, this is just an extension of your plan.” Thor smiles at their confused looks. 

“Thor, fuck, what even in the fucking hell.” Nia presses her fingers to her temples, mind moving a mile a minute.

“Oh, mate.” Thor coos.

“Tell me the fucking truth!” She yells and her ability to extract the truth moves within her words. A shadow of the syllables they wrap around her mate’s throat, gently coaxing the truth. 

“I am taking what is mine.” Thor turns to her. Walking up to his mate. 

Stephen moves towards Malekith, needing to break Loki out of the spell. He crosses the small opening that Luna grants him passage using his speed. He carefully stops near Bucky just as Thor turns to raise an eyebrow at him.

“Stephen, Stephen, Stephen,” Thor tuts with a disappointed shake of his head, “If you do anything to move Loki away, he will be lost.”

Strange meet’s Wong’s gaze, who simply nods in confirmation. The doctor’s jaw sets, glare trained upon Thor.

Zemo willingly enters the weave, cradling Luna and giving her the bottle of blood they had hidden around along with the stakes. Her bones begin to retreat with a squelch and crack. Her whimpers pressed against the skin of his neck.

He glares at Thor, “Traitor.” He mutters.

The blonde vampire only smiles, “Takes one to know one.”

“Thor.” Nia calls to him, still demanding answers. 

“Ah, yes. Your precious Celestial best friend, is going to lead Alexander to his death.” Thor tells her as if recalling a conversation already done. 

“That doesn’t explain why you’re attacking the people on our side. People who have stood by you. People who trust you.” Nia demands. 

“Such a smart little cookie, catching onto the grander scheme. Trust, oh you sweet little new vampire, cardinal rule of immortality— trust no one.” Thor chuckles. 

“Thor.” Nia glares at him, her eyes turning red rimmed. 

“Oh give it a rest, Nia. The throne that Alexander sits upon is willed away to my insubordinate brother.” Thor glowers.

“You want the throne of a horrible man?” Nia questions, aghast.

“The kingdom is what I want. You can rule beside me, Nia. Loki never deserved any of it. He always wanted to run. I lost what Odin left for me. Loki could never live up to either Father. Yet, Alexander chose him. When, I am more than capable. Because I stood up-to Father, I left his shit show and Loki stuck around.” He shrugs, holding out his hand in offer.

“At the expense of your brother and my best friend dying?” Nia cannot recognise the man in front of her.

“All wars have sacrifices. I will honour them my love. I assure you, I will. Join me.” Thor smiles at her, hopeful.

“You know I will not accept.” She spits at him. 

“We could rule.” He states, “I could take you anywhere you want. You could be anyone, do anything. Eternity is ours.” Thor says, oh so gleeful.

Nia’s gaze flickers to Bucky, who gets to his knees, glaring at the back of Thor’s head. Stephen looks down at Bucky concerned. He looks back at Nia mouthing, stall him.

——<>——

Bucky turns towards Loki, still kneeling keeping his movements slow and silent. Thor was being distracted and this could work in their favour. Bucky focuses on finding Loki.The dark haze not allowing him to delve into either vampire’s mind.

Fuck. Bucky thinks hard, Thor was turning against them and he needed Loki to return. He winces as the throbbing pain emerges from where Thor hit him.

The warlock makes a small circle onto the ground, demarcating the directions after a quick spell for a compass, he turns to gaze north.

‘From the North I request Air, to create a small passageway amongst the dark swirls.’ He speaks in his mind. 

For a moment, there is no wind, the trees and their rustling leaves grow silent.

Then a gust of wind blows, the music of the forest returns. Bucky narrows his eyes, spotting a small partition in the dark haze as the wind blows. Bucky looks up at the moon thankful, then thanks the Air from the North.

Closing his eyes, he finds the familiar allure that Loki held; Bucky focuses on visualising grasping the vampire’s temples. As if attempting to enter his mind.

All Bucky can see are images of the forest’s night, Loki kneeling watching with venom stinging his eyes. When the warlock looks toward what Loki watches, his breath hitches.

Blood, so much blood.

Y/N’s cries and whimper, he looks at the vampires crouched over another body, when Alexander stands. Bucky stumbles seeing himself being a prey.

Loki groans in pain as though feeling every wound that litters the images of Y/N and Bucky.

“Loki!” Bucky calls out, but the attempts go unheard.

“Well, well, well. Look what the cat dragged in.” Malekith laughs menacingly.

“Malekith.” Bucky greets, looking back at Loki.

“He’s not able to separate reality anymore.” Malekith admires his handy work.

“Next up, is you.” The vampire warns and Bucky takes off running. Grabbing Loki’s arm. Loki stumbles but follows blindly.

“James?” He questions and Bucky sighs still running, “How? Alexander was drinking from you and—,”

“Loki you need to get out. This, this is Malekith’s doing, you aren’t in reality.” Bucky pants as they hide behind trees.

“Thor has turned on us. You need to return—,”

“Oh, warlock, he’s all mine.” Malekith calls out distantly but nearing steadfast.

“Fuck, Loki, there isn’t time. Y/N is still alive, Alexander has her, we need to protect her, we cannot abandon her. This is not reality! It is not our reality. You must return.” Bucky shakes Loki grabbing his arms.

“Lies. I left her defenceless, you defenceless.” Loki pushes his hands away.

“Loki do you remember what I said?” Bucky cannot stay any longer, he can feel the breach Malekith attempts on his own mind.

“About?” Loki narrows his eyes then gazes at the scene of the forest resetting.

“About what I felt. Do you remember what I said you felt like?” Bucky grows impatient.

“A snowflake?” Loki answers hesitantly, Bucky nods.

“Focus on the snowflakes and stars, your stars with her. No matter what, the snowflakes and stars will guide you back to reality. To me. To Y/N. To your reality.” Bucky’s form disappears and Loki sinks to his knees at another loss.

A single snowflake rests upon his cheek.

The scene resets.

Both the witch and warlock scream and blame him.

The vampire bows his head in defeat.

Not able to even rise from his knees.

Loki takes every bit of pain and hurt and remains on the floor of the forest.

——<>——

“How did Stephen ruin your plan?” It is an innocent question but Nia’s ability yet again urges him to answer.

“Loki was to return much later. Actually within a few days of today. Right as this battle took place. He would not stand a chance and Y/N,” Thor laughs, “She would be too far gone into John’s little pills to care. My brother would die saving her from her own inevitable death. However this change of plan will do. Malekith will deal with Loki.” He shrugs.

“Bold of you to assume we will not come for another tyrant.” Zemo bellows, Thor narrows his eyes.

“How will you even move with a stake to your heart?” He gleams as Zemo’s anger grows.

“Thor, all this for a glorified chair?” Nia shakes her head, “Who even are you anymore?” She questions venom pooling her eyes.

“I’m still your Thor.” He defends, “Still your chosen mate by the moon that illuminates my crowning night.

“You willingly put her in danger, drove them apart. You lied to me. You hid this from me. This is why you did not want me being a vampire so soon.” She accuses, realisations dawning on her. As if she was just waking up from a trance.

“I did what had to be done. I simply expedited the process that Luna saw years ago.” Thor’s jaw clenches, “Are you with me? Or against me? I could have kept you human. I found you being a vampire is in my favour.” He speaks, voice stern.

“What if I am against you?” Nia questions, out of the corner of her eye; Nia watches as Bucky stands, trying not to make a sound of discomfort.

Stephen uses his ability to know if Bucky required any immediate medical attention, minor swelling over his head, a slight dizziness. Bruises. Scabs from falling.

Stephen extends a small vial to Bucky.

The vampire tilts his head towards Loki, when Bucky wordlessly questions the source. The Doctor pats his pockets again to indicate he had more if required.

Bucky carefully drinks from the vial. The blood tastes, sort of sweet, like a nectar, but it has an edge to it. He tucks the vial into his own pocket. Slowly as Loki’s blood mixes with his own, he feels renewed, his injuries not hurting as much.

He clenches his fist, ready to take on Thor. John groans trying to get the stakes off, Bucky has the stakes press into him further. 

“Nothing a mate command won’t fix.” Thor grins, then it falters as Nia’s eyebrows furrow, his words sound dragged out as if hearing him in slow motion on a video.

Thor’s gaze shifts to Wong, eyes slowly turning to red. Wong only smiles his own eyes, red rimmed. 

Bucky raises his left arm, releasing Nia from the weave and casting another around Thor. The vampire turns charging towards Bucky in a slowed down speed as Wong maintains his hold. The weave blurs in and out as Thor keeps trudging through trying to attack Bucky.

Bucky takes quick inventory of the weave around Malekith the same begins to occur. The warlock closes his eyes, linking with spirit to the moon. 

The flickering weaves stay fixed in place. 

Thor stumbles to his knees at the force of the weave stopping him in place. 

“You will regret this. Every single one of you!” Thor yells at them. 

Stephen looks back at Nia, the two of them know the remaining vampires need to be taken out. Still several remain standing. 

“Can you ask the Celestials to break the weave?” Wong requests Luna, she gazes at him confused.

“I can slow them down enough to be staked.” Wong assures.

“Worth a try.” Zemo adds, looking to Luna.

“I can try. Bucky is focused upon the weaves so if I am not able to control…” Luna trails off standing up with Zemo’s assistance. 

The scent of lavender grows in the air and lines of spirit in the shape of lavender sprigs surround her. 

When they are ready, Luna closes her eyes, reconnecting with Clark, Miles and Sierra. Who are back at the coven house.

“Incoming.” Clark warns as the mind link opens and they bombarded with all the information Luna processes.

“Thor turned into a villain?” Sierra’s jaw drops.

“Focus,” Miles says, “We need to always pay attention.”

“Drop the weave.” Luna orders gruffly and they begin to reverse each layer from their places in the circle.

“So much for not being High Priestess.” Miles grumbles and Clark just shakes his head, following the umpteenth order.

Ten Months Ago.

In the aftermath of the coven’s sacrifice. Luna stands at the centre of the circle. Sierra, Miles and Clark watch her as she collects herself.

Sierra denotes the scattered pieces of the bond that are akin to thorns on the stem of a rose.

“Everyone presumed the soft petals to be what I felt during the bond.” Luna turns to Sierra. 

“But all I felt were the thorns.” She completes. 

“You’re part witch, still.” Clark observes her aura. 

“I believe this is what happens to Celestials when we are turned.” Luna looks at him. 

“Are you going to turn us?” Miles questions as Luna shakes her head dismissively. 

“Then what are you planning to do to us?” He counters. 

“You have a task remaining, a witch to awaken, her mate is hampering the process.” Luna informs and all three furrow their brows. 

“Wait, she has a vampire for a mate?” Sierra’s eyes widen, it wasn’t highly uncommon, but still a rare occurrence. 

“Why is he hampering the process?” Clark focuses on the task at hand, trivial things are not the matter to be discussed. They had lost their coven over this baby witch. 

“It is a grander scheme of things that needs to be done.” Luna explains, settling up the clearing to look as though there had been a great battle.

“As High Priestess—,”

“You are High Priest.” Luna interrupts Clark cutting off Miles.

“Either way, we have a right to know.” Clark defends.

“I will seek you out soon. For now, leave. Find shelter.” Luna advises, her voice growing urgent.

“How will you find us?” Sierra questions.

“How all Celestials find one another. Blood ties us.” Luna explains, sitting in the place right near being staked and setting the dead high priestess to seem as if Luna killed her.

“Run.” Luna wards them off.

They gather their things and remain quick on their feet.

Returning to the studio apartment where Sierra lived.

The exhaustion and sadness weighs down and they begin the ritual to honour the souls lost.

Nine Months Ago.

Luna returned eight days after the month ended. Head covered by the cloak and her eyes carrying a heaviness all too familiar of being guilt ridden survivors of a lost coven. 

Clark stands when Luna enters. Miles and Sierra watch from their places. 

“How much death do you carry?” The question slips from Miles before he can catch it, mend it. 

“Far too much.” Luna answers with a sigh of exhaustion though she feels not an iota of tiredness. 

“Do you have information on the yet to be awakened witch?” Sierra switches to the main concerned topic. 

Luna nods. 

“You must however wait nine months.” She says and all of them begin to speak at the same time. 

“Nine months? Our only family is dead and we need to wait nine months to find this, this catalyst?” 

“Are you out of your mind we must awaken her now. If it is a battle up ahead we need time to train her.”

“Make some semblance of sense.”

The sentences tangle with each other and Luna raises a hand to silence their onslaught. 

“There are intricate timings to be followed.” She murmurs. 

“I will teach you the spell, lend you help from a distance.” She stands once again, joining her hands then parting them as a grimoire appears and rests on Luna’s hands. 

Sierra looks at the book intently. Miles and Clark exchange a look.   

“You need to be honest with us Luna. We cannot operate in the dark.” Clark vocalises their concerns. 

“I understand blind faith and trust is hard to come by but I ask you of this, till we awaken, Y/N.” The half witch requests. 

Clark repeats the baby witch’s name and then nods, 

“However if we feel at any point this risks the lives against the greater good of the coven we will abandon.” 

“Clark.” Sierra says his name in protest. 

“As High Priest I will not will away my coven to die.” He gives her a look of finality. 

“I can understand, however as a Celestial, you are entrusted with the responsibility to take down Alexander Pierce.” Luna narrows her eyes when Clark’s gaze hardens. 

“You wish to escape that responsibility?” She counters. 

“I wish to escape death.” Clark admits, holding Miles’ hand. 

“I cannot assure a favourable outcome but I will assure you a chance to avenge your lost family at terms you deem safe.” Luna promises. 

“What of her? This, Y/N?” Miles questions. 

“She is not our concern if she brought this upon us.” Clark says, emotionless. 

“Clark.” Miles chastises. 

“We lost our only family, Miles. I do not care about a witch who brings problems. If she can hold her own in a fight well and good. Otherwise her mate can care for her.” Clark’s rudeness seeps into the words and Luna briefly worries about the fate of the young witch. 

“How do we get to her?” All eyes turn to Sierra. 

“She is currently at university works in a hospital, they have a vacancy for a nurse.” Luna nods when Sierra understands what is requested of her. 

“Alright I will observe.” Sierra agrees. 

“Later one of you shall pose as patients to further contact.” Luna tells the two warlocks. 

“Alright.” Miles nods. 

“What is required of the spell? Clark brings out his own grimoire to note down the spell. 

Luna takes a deep breath and begins to explain the entire process. 

Present.

Y/N gasps for air then whimpers when the movement causes pain all across her chest. 

Gazing down she is greeted by the sight of red seeping into her clothes. The material torn along her collarbones as Alexander bit into her and then kept spitting her blood out. 

Her gaze searches for the vampire monarch. He stands against the very tree he had splintered with her body being thrown against it. 

“Faria why do you no longer taste sweet?” He questions as Y/N’s gaze meets his own. 

“I’m not, Faria.” Y/N struggles to speak, voice hoarse. 

“Why must you keep lying, my love? It is me, admit it. Admit your guilt. You didn’t die all those years ago. I am salvation right at your feet, but you must bow to me.” He demands, pushing himself from the tree with such a force that the bark breaks under the weight of his strength. 

Y/N’s vision grows bleary again. 

A snowflake rests against her forehead. Cold almost aiding her in tracing the unique pattern with the way it radiates a heat even in the cold of its touch. 

Her eyes begin to close, exhaustion dragging her under once more. Dread seeps into her chest as Alexander grabs her hair and tilts her head. 

Her eyes flutter once again at the second snowflake that resembles a star twinkling in the night.

Red rimmed eyes, green, blue, red.

“my child, follow my voice.” A haunting echo Y/N struggles to follow.

———<>———

A tiny snowflake falls upon Loki’s cheek, followed by another. He turns, from laying on his stomach to laying on his back. There is twinkling in sky as the snowflakes gleam as though tiny stars in the moonlight.

Footsteps approach him, Loki remembers this night. First night of his immortality.

“Enjoying being on your knees, cheekbones?” Brock’s voice greets.

“I haven’t fed, Rumlow.” Loki furrows his brows noticing that there is a lack of snow falling upon Brock.

The night changes into twilight, Rumlow fades away. 

He finds himself in his office reading the page upon which James Barnes had written his piece. His drink stays watered down by the ice.

“Professor.” 

Loki’s eyes move to meet the blue eyed man, who holds hands with his mate, Y/N.

“James, Y/N?” He questions their intertwined fingers, an ache of longing manifests upon his own finger tips.

“We could have lived.” Y/N says, looking into his green eyes with her familiar shade of home that the vampire had longed for since years.

“Had you not been selfish, had you not returned.” James completes.

Loki furrows his brows, a twinkling outside his window. Loki walks towards the window, stumbling back when he finds Y/N covered in bites and bleeding.

When he turns in the office, James stands, dark circles under his eyes, longer hair sticking up in every direction.

Another twinkling snowflake floats near the warlock’s head.

“Loki.” Y/N’s voice speaks from the chair they lounged and read upon. 

Twinkling snowflakes surround her, he touches one. Bright light warm hands embrace him. Tears on his shirt.

Loki moves back, turning, hand grazing past the snowflake near Bucky.

“Mr. Barnes, this is good work. Have you considered submitting work for publishing?” Loki questions as Bucky stares at the high grade on his poem.

“Um, honestly, no…” Bucky admits, a pink tinge dusts his cheeks.

“Please consider. I have contacts who may help. If you are worried about doing it alone, choose someone you may be comfortable with in sharing author space.” Loki smiles encouragingly, a week into the creative writing course starting and Loki felt he had found the top runner.

“Poetess—I mean, Y/N. Her work is really great as well.” Bucky admits and Loki’s stomach plummets at the fluttering sensation of the star appearing upon his chest. Loki gives an involuntary shiver as though something cold also presses his skin.

Bucky coughs bringing Loki back into the present moment, “I mean unless—,”

“She has yet to show her potential in the submitted work. Maybe if she shows promise I will offer the chance to the two of you.” Loki smiles and Bucky nods, gathering his things.

Loki looks around the now empty forest. Malekith stands before him.

“How are you breaking through?” The vampire questions, knowing he left no room for escape.

Loki shakes his head, as the fuzziness clears. His eyes widen recalling Bucky’s words, stars, snowflakes, him and Y/N. 

Loki’s jaw sets, “Malekith.” 

Malekith beings to reset the forest again, Loki appears before him, closing the distance.

Loki grabs his throat, leaping upwards, then turning so as they land, Malekith groans at the impact on his head against the ground.

“Let us see your memories. What have you buried underneath?” Loki grins wickedly, closing his eyes, delving into Malekith’s mind. 

The steady stream of twinkling snowflakes guide Loki back to reality. 

He opens his green eyes, the dark swirls still surround him and their creator. The bitter taste of betrayal from Thor seizes his heart. Malekith had tried distracting him with other thoughts and memories, bringing to light his own brother’s betrayal for the throne.

Loki would have willingly handed it over. In a heartbeat.

Malekith falls to his knees as Loki takes control of the dark swirls. He looks to the moon and then, turns to look back at the clearing.

———<>——

“If you think a mere weave will stop my plans you are wrong.” Thor speaks turned away from Loki.

“Malekith will end Loki and Y/N won’t be able to take his loss.” Thor spits out.

The weave drops from the trapped vampires, Nia does not make a move as hell breaks loose around them. Zemo, Stephen, Maya and Wong begin to take the vampires out while providing cover to Nia, Luna and Bucky.

“I suggest you re-evaluate your thought process. How could you, brother?” Loki calls out. Thor turns his attention to his brother, nostrils flared in anger.

“You should be more attentive brother.” Thor sneers, before Loki can respond he feels the hands of Malekith on his head, pushing him down and pulling him back into the altered reality.

“Loki!” Bucky turns just as a pained scream echoes sending a shudder through the two men.

“James find—,” Loki’s eyes go blank before he can complete the sentence. 

Bucky’s jaw sets, he begins moving towards Malekith. Embers igniting at his palms.

“Oh, Warlock. I can follow breadcrumbs too. Lead me right to you.” Malekith widens his arms and the dark embers that surround Loki, now move to surround Bucky. His blue eyes widen as the forest turns into the snow covered floor of his coven house in Romania.

Thor notices the distraction has the weave disappear again. He takes a caution filled step outside. Wong is preoccupied and Thor made sure a further cavalry would arrive to keep everyone busy and away from his plans.

“Thor.” Nia draws his attention.

“You will rule beside me, even if I have to force you.” Thor warns, fully out of the weave.

“I believe you will not have an opportunity for that.” Nia sneers and Thor feels the sting of a stake against his chest.

“You would not.” Thor scoffs, grabbing her right hand and twisting the stake, to press against it her chest.

“Wouldn’t you? You are already sacrificing one of our own.” Nia raises an eyebrow, not allowing the pain of the tip of the stake breaking her skin to reflect in her eyes.

“We could have ruled, Nia.” Thor speaks with regret.

“You’re right.” Nia agrees, “We could have.”

“This is an unfortunate moment.” He decrees.

“Where you chose a glorified chair over me?”

The thousand suns harboured between them, turn into eclipses, darkness covers their bond. The brightest sun turns decayed morphing into a black hole, consuming every part of the bond Thor and Nia shared. The two drop to the floor still in each other’s embrace.

The pained cry from losing a mate has all the vampires stop in their tracks and stare at the unmoving pair. All too well, they know the pain is worse than death, even worse is living without the one destined for you. 

Never was a second chance given. The only way was to find comfort in another who lost a mate as well.

Luna and Zemo exchange a pained gaze. Maya covers her mouth with her palm. Stephen looks to the floor, squeezing his eyes shut, “Fuck.”

Slowly the dead vampire’s body moves from their mate’s arm to lay lifeless on the ground.

Thor’s blue and brown eyes are coated with fresh venom. The last touch of Nia’s skin upon him, was not of the stake but of her soft fingertips as she closed his eyes.

Finally screaming out once again in pain of the bond breaking, the pain of her mate dying. The pain of having to kill her own mate, crazed for power and unwilling to see reason.

Her left hand stays pressed against his side, from where she had struck him with the stake. She drops the first stake from her right hand. Her body shaking with dry heaved sobs, she looked up at the sky, stars twinkling like her tears once did when she was human.

-x-x-x-x-

a.n: hi everyone so its a little difficult writing tenebrous sticking to a schedule since as you kow the story is very layered s i am not going to be giving myself a date to update since it gets really frantic for me, my target will however be to update once every ten days or so it could be earlier there is just a little more to go so i hope you stick around to read.

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