#loki laufeyson fluff
Prompt :Jealous Y/N x Loki. Congratulations on 500 ❤
*Random TVA girl eyeing up the god of Mischief*
Tva girl: So Y/N... Loki is your Boyfriend boyfriend? Or you two just messing around!?
Y/N : *narrowing eyes* Bitch if I stab you... Will you be dead Dead or just not breathing?
*Loki encountering this from a distance with a proud face*
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Can we make it canon that Bucky, Steve, and Loki are the kind of guys to carry around a spare tampon/pad for you wherever they go because I just had to do the toilet paper wrap because my dumbass wasn't prepared and I'm at a farm in the middle of nowhere 🥴
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The Silver Shadow
Summary: You and Loki escape and grow closer. You reveal secrets about your past.
Word Count: 3,368
Warnings: Fluff, language, violence
Tags: @daisy116 @shadowolf993 @darkened-writer
Other Chapters: masterlist
A/N: Again I’m so sorry. Twilight is getting to me. This chapter is super long (longest yet) and is basically 3k words of fluff so enjoy. Loki and Y/N are becoming friends and falling for each other! Also, you’ll never guess what Y/N is. JK, you probably do. This fic is full of 2013 avengers tower cliches.
Chapter 7: Just Tell Me What You Know
The moment was here. It was now or never. You and Loki gave each other a quick glance before green magic surged out of his hands, shattering the glass walls of the cells.
Alarms blared. The lights flashed. Chaos ensued.
“Loki, let’s split up! I’ll meet you in the alleyway” you yelled to him and ran out of the prison block. Soldiers came running, one by one, fully armed, to try and stop you. You hid behind a column on the side of the hallway. When the first one passed you, you hit him with a side hook and sent him tumbling to the ground. You grabbed his supply belt and his gun and shot him in the leg. You weren’t going to kill anyone today.
Loki had other plans. You could hear the sounds of blood splattering on the walls behind you. Soldiers with families screamed and begged for mercy. You tried to focus on your attackers and just let Loki fight his fight.
One by one, you got through the incoming soldiers, knocking them in the head and shooting them in arms or legs to disable them. You made your way to the stairwell.
“What’s happening?” Tony yelled at Steve. Some of the off-duty Avengers decided to have a game night. Tony was drunk and Clint had passed out on the sofa. Wanda and Nat were on a mission, leaving Steve as the only one sober enough to go to battle.
“Loki! Y/N! Shit!” Steve cursed, realizing who was causing the disturbance.
“Language!” Tony taunted.
“Now’s not the time, Stark.” he scolded, “Are you drunk?”
“Maybe just a little. JARVIS,” Tony hiccuped, “How bad is it?”
“Sir, Loki, and Y/N have broken out of containment and are almost to the ground floor.” the computer answered, “Although I recommend you sit this one out, sir, you are quite intoxicated.”
Ignoring JARVIS’ answer, Tony summoned his armor and attempted to fly. Instead, he lost control and nearly crashed into the window, dodging it at the last second to hit the wall and crumple down to the floor.
“Go on without me” he laughed at Steve and fell unconscious. Steve jumped into action, grabbing his shield and sprinting to the stairwell. He jumped down the middle and fell down to the bottom where you were attempting to escape.
You had fought your way to the stairwell and now had to climb up five flights of stairs to get to the ground floor. The only problem was that soldiers dressed in full battle gear were streaming down to meet you.
Instead of running up the stairs, you ran to the middle of the stairwell and shot the grappling hook you found up until it hit something and latched on. You began your ascent, shooting anyone that shot at you.
Once you felt that you were at street level, you jumped onto the stairs, latching your legs around the neck of an unfortunate soldier. You twisted around and slammed him to the ground. Not even looking back, you ran to the door. It was marked as the first floor. Though not the ground floor that would exit to street level, it would work.
You ran out into the hallway as fast as you could and sprinted to the nearest window. You ran into scientists in lab coats and professionals dressed in suits and ties but you kept on.
Come on Y/N, Come on… Just get out of here…
Then you saw it. A window. Without hesitation, you jumped through it, shattering the thick glass. You and the glass fell to the sidewalk. You rolled and paused for a moment.
Steve knew he was too late the moment he got to the scene. He walked over to the prison where you and Loki had been kept to examine what happened. Somehow, he could tell where you and Loki had split up. On one side, there were soldiers shot in their limbs, unconscious, but beginning to stir. On the other, blood-stained bodies lay dead. That was where Loki went, Steve was sure.
He pressed on his comlink to notify the soldiers that it was over. He sighed in disappointment.
How were they ever going to get you back?
Trash littered the dark alleyway. Rats scurried away from their midnight meal when they saw you walking down. You made it halfway down before you felt hot air tickle your neck.
“Hello, there darling” Loki’s soft voice whispered from behind.
You turned to face him. Somehow, he had changed his clothes from the ugly yellow prison jumpsuit. He was now wearing an emerald green silk button-up shirt, a black tie, pressed black trousers, and a large black leather overcoat. He wore expensive-looking heeled boots and gold jewelry hung off of his wrists and neck. You had to admit, he looked very nice. Too nice.
“Couldn't you have worn something less conspicuous?” you asked. This was New York City and you needed to blend in.
Loki flashed his pearl white teeth at you and smiled. “Would you rather me look homeless?”
“Then I don’t see the problem,” he smirked. “Are you jealous? I have to say, that yellow still doesn’t flatter you.”
“Not all of us have magic, Loki. Some of us are still human.”
“I suppose you're right. Here you go then” He sighed and flicked his wrist. Green shimmered up your body and you were suddenly wearing normal clothes. You were dressed in a long-sleeved green dress that matched his shirt and dripping in gold jewelry. Loki stood back aways to admire his work.
“There,” he said contently, “we match now.”
You wished that he had dressed you in something more appropriate for your lifestyle. Jeans, at the very least. Still, you were thankful for his fashion tastes. The two of you matched. The average passersby would hopefully assume that you were two socialites on their way to some fancy restaurant. How wrong they would be.
You eyed him up cautiously. Why was he helping you out? Wasn’t the deal that he healed you and you helped him escape. The two of you were free. He should be on his way to wherever he wanted to go. You should be alone again and hiding in a safe house somewhere outside of the city. Y/N Y/L/N worked alone and you were desperate to keep it that way. You hadn’t had a partner since Bucky and that had gone downhill quickly.
Even if you wanted a partner, you didn’t want it to be Loki. From stories, you knew he had betrayed almost everyone. Even his family. You couldn’t take that chance. You barely knew him. He was the one who got you in trouble in the first place.
But still, there was something about Loki that made you want to stay near him. In your time locked up next to him, you had gotten used to having a God near you. The thought of splitting up felt painful. And you hated it.
“Are you okay? Y/N?” Loki asked, interrupting your thoughts. You hoped he hadn’t heard the battle your mind was having over him.
“Can I ask you something?” you said.
“Sure. What is it?” he said curiously.
“Why are you still here?”
“Would you rather me not? I thought our agreement was you would break me out, and I would continue my services as your personal healer. Haven’t I proven myself useful?”
“You have. I just-” you paused.
“What is it?”
“Nevermind. Let's just find someplace to hide.”
He offered his arm to you. You stared him in the eye before accepting. You could have sworn he was looking at you differently. The way he guided you down the alley and onto the street… he was such a gentleman.
In your close proximity, you could smell his cologne. Even after all the time in a prison cell, he still smelled expensive. Hints of pine and leather were coming through to you under a layer of burnt sugar and sweet smoke. It was intoxicating, yet comforting. You suddenly had the urge to lay your head on his chest just to bathe in it.
As you got lost in your thoughts, you almost missed the glances Loki gave you.
Y/N. That’s all Loki could think about. The girl that had given him his freedom. The girl he had dressed in his colors and was now walking down fifth avenue. There was just something about you that drew him in and was now making it impossible to let go.
Loki had loved before. He was over a thousand years old, of course, he’d loved. But none of them ever lasted. It was like he was born with a curse; everyone he cared about would either hate him or end up dead. His entire life, he had lost love after love after love, to the point where he now found it fruitless. Why bother when it wouldn’t last. It was just going to break him further anyways.
But you. Oh, how Loki needed you. From the first time, he felt your presence he wanted to make you his queen. At first, he was just attracted to your power. Now, after meeting you in the flesh, his feelings had changed, dramatically.
Loki wanted to be with you and he was willing to do anything to stay. The only thing standing between him being with you forever was you. You were just so stubborn, Loki didn’t understand. It was almost as if you didn’t trust him and were just waiting for the moment you could wiggle out from under him. Who wouldn’t? He was used to it by now. He just wished it wasn’t you that felt that way. He wanted you to love him, to trust him. To be the yin to his yang. His queen.
He got so lost in his thoughts that he almost missed your secret glances at him.
The sun was just breaking through the horizon when you found an abandoned warehouse to hide in. Graffiti painted the steel walls and pigeon droppings littered the concrete around it. All of the windows were either broken or boarded up. The only entrance was the set of double doors that were padlocked shut.
Without hesitation, Loki walked over and grabbed half of the chain in each hand. With a brute grunt, he ripped the chain in half and threw the pieces to the side. He pushed open one of the doors and held it open for you to walk in.
Such a gentleman… Absolutely not…
The inside of the warehouse was no nicer than the outside. Broken glass, trash, and bird droppings coated the concrete floors. The graffiti snaked up as high as the average human could reach and the whole building stunk like mildew and urine. Disgusted from the sharp contrast in smell between Loki and the building, you squished up your nose. Loki did the same. The way he wrinkled his nose was adorable. Inside you smiled at him. As much as he tried to project a dark psychopathic killer, there was still something inside him that you loved.
“Let’s get you somewhere to rest. Midgardian.” The first half of the sentence sounded almost caring. It was as if he threw in the insult just to sound tough. Somehow you didn’t mind.
In the end, he found some sacks of what smelled like rotten potatoes and made them up into two beds. One for you, and one for him. As he worked, you searched for something to start a fire with. You found an old oil barrel which you dragged out to be in between the beds and tore some wood off of a broken structure. Loki lit it with his magic and for a while, you watched the green flames dance around.
Loki gazed intently into the fire and looked far off in thought.
“Loki,” you whispered softly to him, waking him from his trance.
“Yes, Y/N, what is it?” he responded, equally as gentle, though slightly annoyed. You wondered what he had been thinking about. What if it was you? Your heart fluttered at the very thought.
“I-I, I don’t think you meant it when you said you enjoyed killing.”
“You don’t.” he sounded confused, yet relieved. As if someone had finally broken through his ice wall and rescued him from himself.
“No.” you shook your head, “I think you just put on a scary face to hide. I don’t think you’re a monster. Not anymore.”
“You seem genuinely kind. To me at least. That means there’s some good in you.”
“What if you’re wrong.”
“I don’t care then. The Loki that is sitting across from me is not the Loki that attacked New York.”
He smiled. A log in the fire fell sending sparks flying into the air. Was that a sign that he felt the way that you did?
“Let me tell you a story. Once upon a time, there lived two young princes in a faraway kingdom.”
“Is this story about you?” you asked.
“Maybe. Let me continue” Loki hushed, “The oldest brother, blond and brawny, was destined to the throne. Thus, he received all his father’s, the king, attention. He grew into a strong warrior, the best that the kingdom had ever seen since his father before him. The second brother did not share his brother’s strength. On the battlefield, it seemed, he could be easily defeated.
“So the second brother was ignored by his father. Only his mother, the queen, seemed to care for him. She was a magic-user, a witch some would call her. She taught her youngest son all she knew about magic and the universe around her. However, the son was still limited in his abilities, he yearned for knowledge and was desperate for the truth. However, he discovered early on that no one else was willing to teach him. He found that the only way to earn anyone’s attention was to create mischief.”
“Is that where you got your title, God of Mischief?” you asked.
“Yes,” he answered. “Now will you stop interrupting me?”
“What if I have a question?”
“Save it for the end.”
“The young prince played tricks on anyone foolish enough to fall into his traps. Over time, he gained the reputation of being cruel and malevolent. No one in the entire kingdom trusted him anymore. The youth, treated with such bitterness and hostility, decided that there was nothing that he could do to change their minds so he might as well just follow their lead. He would never be king. He’d never be his brother. He’d never be a hero. What else was left?
“The young prince decided that he could be a witch. He could be a villain. He could be a trickster, a schemer, the self-serving God of Chaos, and prove everyone right. Prove them all right in what they had all thought, that he was rotten from the start. He would serve no man but himself, no heart but his own. That would be his choice. He could be the witch.
“Be the witch and know everything. So that is what he chose.”
The final words of Loki’s story sent shivers down your spine. You knew that he only told you that story so you might feel some fear towards him, but none came. Instead, you found empathy towards him.
All he had known his entire life was cruelty. Of course, he was going to turn out bad. But that didn’t mean he was. Right there, you made the decision to treat Loki with nothing but kindness and respect. He deserved it after all.
“I’m so sorry Loki. The world can be cruel.”
“Isn’t it? Anyways, I’ve grown past it. Nothing people say affects me any more.”
That was a lie. You could see it in his face. You remembered the silent pain in his face when you had called him a monster, unbeknownst to his past, and was suddenly filled with regret.
I guess it’s true then… You should never judge a book by its cover…
As cliche as it sounded, you knew in your heart that it was right. Loki wasn’t a psychopath or a cold-blooded sadist. Just a fallen prince with terrible coping mechanisms.
And then suddenly, to the surprise of both Loki and yourself, you began singing to him. It wasn’t anything special, just a lullaby that you remembered someone singing to you as a young child.
Y/N is singing to me Loki thought. His heart hammered in his chest. He fought his eyes from watering and body from trembling. The song you were singing was one his mother used to sing to him and Thor as children. Your voice, like hers, sounded like an angel's.
It wasn’t until the third verse that he joined in. He noticed the shock in your voice when his light sweet voice came in. You sang with him until the end, holding the last note a little longer than necessary.
“How do you know that song?” it seemed you asked each other at the same moment.
“I remember someone singing it to me when I was a kid,” you answered first.
“That’s what my mother used to sing to me and Thor. It’s an old Asgardian folk song, how do you know it?” Loki asked.
Asgardian folk song!? How? You had never been to Asgard in your life or met any Asgardian until Loki. Hell, you didn’t even know Asgard existed until a few years ago. No one did. It was impossible. Unless…
It was true, you didn’t know your parentage. But the very notion that you could be Asgardian was ridiculous. Wouldn’t you know that you were a God?
“Y/N, are you Asgardian?” Loki asked. Of course, he asked.
“No.” you answered quickly, “I mean, I don’t know.”
“How wouldn’t you know”
“I don’t know Loki.” your voice was full of sadness and shame. To not even know who you were…
“I think that a story might be fitting right about now” Loki urged.
“There’s not much to tell,” you admitted.
“Just tell me what you know.” he assured, “I’ll sing to you when you’re done.”
“Once upon a time,” you began. Then stopped, “do I have to do that, it seems silly.”
“Not if you don’t want to,” Loki reassured.
“Okay then,” you said and began your story, “ I don’t know who I am, where I came from, or why I do what I do. All I know is that I was left in the care of a Russian militant group in 1909. I murdered Rasputin for money and have had an endless supply of jobs since.
“I have killed two hundred and thirty-one men, women, and children for money in my one hundred and four years on Earth. I have no idea how the fuck I have stayed alive that long. Or how I’ve barely aged a day since 1920. Every single day, I wake up thinking that it is going to be my last one. That I’m going to be captured and killed today. I’ve never had a normal life. I will never have a normal life. I will die a murderer. Alone. And no one will care.
“There will be no one in the entire world that will mourn me. The United Nations will have my corpse burn and will dance on my ashes. My death will be an international holiday. A day for governments to celebrate the death of their nightmare. That is who I am. A nightmare. And I hate it.”
You didn’t realize you were crying or that Loki was sitting next to you hugging your shoulders until he spoke.
“I am so sorry,” he said to you with the utmost sincerity. “I promise, Y/N, that I will help you find out who you are. And I swear to you, Y/N I will mourn you. With all of my heart.”
Loki laid you down and stroked your Y/H/C locks as he sang to you. You drifted off listening to him sing, knowing in your heart, that he would protect you.
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Secrets (Loki Laufeyson)
Stars were shining bright on the night sky of Asgard, as you were taking a lonely walk through the palace gardens. There was a huge gathering in the palace, celebrating yet another successful battle and you had simply needed to get away from the crowd for a bit. You had needed some peace and quiet to calm down and collect your thoughts, before you’d do something you would later regret. Taking some deep breaths seemed to work as through the soothing night air your anger was slowly fading away.
Completely lost in thought, you were looking at the stars, entirely unaware of your surroundings until you heard a noise behind you. Startled, you quickly spun around, facing the direction the noise had come from. Your body relaxed when you were met with a familiar face, but only for a moment, before you remembered the scene you had watched back at the palace.
“Love, what are you doing out here all alone?” “I’m just taking a walk, there are too many people, I had to get away for a bit.” “Well, why didn’t you tell me? I would have joined you.” “I wanted to be alone. And besides, you seemed to be busy.” “Oh Love, you know I am never too busy for you.” He tried to grab your hand, but you pulled away, simply turning back around to continue your walk. You heard him sigh behind you, followed by quick footsteps to catch up with you. “So, will you tell me what’s wrong or not? Are you mad at me?” “It’s nothing. I just wanted to be alone and get some fresh air.” He grabbed your arm, forcing you to stop. “If it’s nothing, then why are you pushing me away?” “I’m not pushing you away, Loki. As I said, I just wanted to be alone for a bit.”
He shook his head, clearly not believing you, but he knew it was hopeless when you didn’t want to talk. “Mind if I join you for a bit anyway?” “Fine...” Reluctantly you agreed.
You walked side by side in silence for a while when you couldn’t bear it any longer. “Who was she?” He knew when not to push you to talk, because he knew just as well it wouldn’t take you too long to tell him anyway. After your question however, he seemed sincerely confused, but you didn’t quite buy it. “Who?” “Don’t take me for a fool, Loki, the woman you were talking to before.” “I would never. She was a nobody, just some friend of Thor he wanted to introduce me to.”
It wasn’t hard to tell that you weren’t at all satisfied with his answer. He grabbed your arm once more, much gentler this time. “Love, stop. Look at me.” Stopping by his side you turned to face him. His heart nearly stopped when he saw the look on your face. Never before had he seen you like this. He knew he should have followed you sooner, he couldn’t bear the thought of you suffering, even less so when it was because of him. Gently he placed a hand on your cheek and as mad and hurt as you were, his touch still gave you comfort. “There’s no need to be sad, my Love. Do you really think there could ever be somebody else? None of them could ever possibly compare to you.” “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to get so jealous.”
Despite your best efforts you miserably failed at hiding the hint of shame in your voice. It wasn’t that you didn’t trust him, just every now and then you did still get scared of losing him. “It’s fine. It’s sweet in a way. But you have nothing to worry about. There will forever only be one for me, and that is you.” You laid your hand on top of his on your face, leaning into his touch, a content smile on your lips. “I shouldn’t have doubted you.” “Oh please, people assume much worse about me all the time.”
The moment he finished his sentence, he already regretted what he had said. There was a very simple reason Thor kept introducing him to women: He didn’t know about the both of you. Just like nobody else did.
Loki had his reasons to keep your relationship a secret, but they weren’t what you thought. You seemed confused, wanted to ask him what he meant, but he interrupted you before you even got a chance and quickly changed the topic. “Come”, he said, grabbing your hand, “Let’s lie down in the grass for a bit and watch the stars for a while.
He led you to a nearby patch of grass, where you both laid down, you cuddling close to him, as it was slowly getting colder, and he wrapped an arm around you, holding you tight, as you were both gazing up at the stars. It was a quiet night, the sounds from the palace seemed so far away now, as did anything that had happened before. All that mattered now was Loki right beside you, as his fingers were gently combing through your hair, his eyes perfectly reflecting the light of the stars. His pale skin and dark hair were a perfect contrast to each other. You couldn’t help but stare at him, he had never been more beautiful than right in this moment.
You kept lying there for quite a while, simply enjoying each other’s presence and it had been so quiet, it nearly started you when Loki spoke. “I should tell Thor to stop.” “Stop what?” “To stop introducing those women to me. It’s just a waste of time. Both theirs and mine.” “And what are you gonna tell him?” “The truth.”
Abruptly you sat up, not quite believing what you had just heard. “Really? I thought you wanted so desperately to keep us a secret?” He couldn’t help but notice the hint of criticism in your voice and he only blamed himself.
He knew very well the whole secrecy was hard on you and sometimes filled your mind with doubts, which as hard as he tried, he could never quite erase. There was only one solution to this. “My Love, if I could, I would go and tell everybody in all of the nine realms about you, about us, and how much I love you. But you know, among a lot of them, I don’t quite have the best reputation, including most of Asgard. I didn’t want you to have it any harder, simply because you were associated with me. But there’s no use in it if it only makes you suffer for other reasons. So yes, I will tell Thor, and while I’m at it I might as well tell everybody else.”
You needed a moment. Or two. It wasn’t often that you were left speechless but you were truly struggling to find your words right now. “You… you’re serious? I always thought…” “That I wanted to hide you? Never. I know you were thinking that and I know you were hurting because of it. But no, I couldn’t be more proud to call you mine.” “Loki, I…” “Shh, don’t say anything. Just come back here.” He pulled you back down, so you were lying beside him once more.
The night grew colder and the sounds from the palace were slowly dying down as it got later. A yawn forced its way out of your mouth and hadn’t it been so cold you would have probably long fallen asleep in Loki’s arms. He chuckled at your tiredness and you would have probably been mad at him, if it hadn’t been so true.
“Should we head back?” He questioned. You simply nodded and stretched your tired limbs, while he had already gotten up, reaching out his hand to help you, which you gladly took. He never let go though, even after you were up and you walked back hand in hand. As you neared the palace you wanted to let go out of habit, but he only tightened his grip.
“No, Love, not this time. Now let’s see if my brother is still around.”
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So I have an idea for a series so here’s a little promo for it. I’ll be posting the first chapter soon-ish!
Summary: Y/N is the newest member of the Avengers. Being a selective mute, she struggles to fit in and trust the other members, but Bucky and Loki are the opposite. They struggle as they both fall in love with the quiet reader.
Loki x reader, Bucky x reader
Series warning: Depression, anxiety, fluff, implied smut, smut, family loss, angst
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I want to say thank you for everyone who liked my story “my queen” 🥺 I never expected to get as many likes as I did, but I’m glad you all liked my story. I’ll be posting a master list soon with both of my one shots and more to come 👉🏻👈🏻
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would you be able to do a loki or tom one shot where reader discovers that’s she’s pregnant after dealing with infertility?? super fluffy and cute?
A/N: I set this in my Witch!Reader series.
Parents - Loki Laufeyson x Witch!Reader
You’d never pictured yourself as a mother.
Really, you hadn't. And you'd imagined yourself as so many things - a fighter, an Avenger.
Well, after five years of marriage, it was suddenly all you wanted, and all Loki wished he could give you. If you wanted to be a mother, he knew you'd be the best one there was, even counting his own.
The only problem was... you couldn't get pregnant.
It was more frustrating, than anything. You wanted this one thing to work out for the two of you, just once. You were a witch, he was a warlock. Why couldn't you two manage this?
Didn't you deserve that much? Didn't the universe owe you that much?
No, you supposed. No, it didn't.
Until, one day...
You burst into tears as you checked, then double-checked, then triple-checked the positive sign on the pregnancy test you'd had Wanda pick up for you.
It was still there. One tiny plus sign, the kind that would change your life.
You allowed yourself to weep, for a moment, trying not to become overwhelmed.
How would you tell Loki?
After all this time, would he even want a kid?
No, you told yourself, sternly. No, Loki wanted this as much as you did.
Besides, he'd banished all those fears about passing on some of his, um, less desirable traits... hadn't he?
Pushing those thoughts away again, you began to get to work.
"Darling, I'm... home."
Confused, Loki stepped into the main room, unaware of the trap you'd laid for him.
He picked up his helmet, gingerly, studying it.
It hadn't always been this small... had it?
He cleared his throat.
"Yes, love?" you answered, strolling in.
"You didn't happen to, um, test one of your shrinking spells again... did you?"
You laughed, and he laughed with you, uneasily.
"No, no, of course not! Well... actually..." you cleared your throat, presenting him with his real helmet. "You might want to take a look inside that helmet."
Confused, Loki tilted the helmet downwards, glancing into it.
Inside, you'd taped the pregnancy test.
Almost immediately, Loki tossed the helmet down, sweeping you into his arms.
"We're having a baby!"
"I know!" you laughed, and he squeezed you tighter.
@rottenstyx @giggles75th @amourtentiaa
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Spent the entire service hoping that Loki or Bucky would walk in. Those priest!a.u fics were all flooding back and oh my fucking hell.
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Is it bad that I'm sitting in Church right now (my friend dragged me along 😬) and thinking about getting absolutely railed by Loki and Bucky??
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SUMMARY: After Loki finds you crying in the parking lot he makes it his sole mission to figure out why.
PAIRINGS: Loki Laufeyson x Fem!Reader
WORD COUNT: 6,670 (too many)
WARNINGS: Inappropriate language, general chaotic tomfoolery.
A/N: Whew okay, this fic was a doozy for me. Normally I don’t write anything that’s longer than 2K, but I wanted to do @elijahs-wife writing challenge justice so hopefully y’all like it. :’)
Originally I had planned to make this a lot longer (Loki and Reader were supposed to go to multiple locations) but in the end I decided to end it here because it felt more natural.
With that being said though if there’s demand for a part two I honestly might do it because as difficult as this fic was I genuinely enjoyed writing the relationship between these characters.
LINKS: MASTERLIST / TAGLIST / PLAYLIST
“Are you alright?”
Suddenly exhaling, your breath heavy throughout the base of your chest, you struggle to gain the courage to look through the partially open window of your car, finding yourself lost at the sudden presence of a voice.
It’s unfamiliar to you, dripping in elegance with dashes of concern laced throughout causing your throat to swallow as you cautiously turn to face it, feeling the gaze of an equally unfamiliar man stare back at you.
He’s taller than most men; 6’2”, maybe 6’3”, his hair dropping down to his shoulders in thick, half-ringed curls. Like his voice, he’s overtly appropriate, the blacked out tux he wears tight against his frame much like his overall posture, while his face protrudes in perfect angles.
Clearing your throat, you sniff and wipe the edges of your eyes with your hands, the knuckles of your thumbs dragging across the already smudged mascara that coats your skin; the overall action filling you with embarrassment because who the fuck just casually cries in a church parking lot in the middle of the day?
You apparently. Drenched in tears and sweat, the hot summer air clinging to the never-ending fabric that covers your frame, you realize you’re the kind of crazy person who does that.
Who does all sorts of stupid things.
“Miss are you—“
Cutting him off aggressively, you stare him down and watch as he sort of stiffly leans forward, shoving his hands into the pockets of his slacks as he narrows his eyes. “Pardon me, but you don’t look very fine,” he says and despite the urge to just roll up your window and call the interaction there, you merely stare back at him, feeling your jaw clench with the sort of aggression you usually reserve for cat-callers or mansplainers; not overly good looking gentlemen who border the edge of polite and creepy.
“That’s because I’m not,” you admit, an awkward laugh impulsively tumbling out of you.
“Obviously not,” he chuckles back and without much thought you shoot him a glare. “If you were you’d be inside with the rest of the bridal party instead of crying outside.”
Narrowing your eyes further, you watch as he then straightens his back again, the smile from his previous bout of laughter still present across his face as he silently circles around the front of the car, glancing at you with every step.
At that point you feel your heart begin to race, partly out of fear, partly out of excitement as you cautiously stare, your eyes darting to the hand that moves from the confines of his pocket to the handle of your door.
“Mind if I join you?” he asks, his voice slightly muffled on account of the passenger window being tightly shut.
You open your mouth to respond; your voice catching in your throat as you debate the implications of letting some strange, way-too-perfect man into your less than perfect car.
Because obviously there are some; both negative and positive, the potentials of what could happen are endless and immediately your mind begins to conjure up each fabricated storyline.
For example, he could kill you right then and there —could take a gun out of his jacket pocket and put it to your head without an ounce of remorse. He could do that and shoot you or better yet, kidnap you —pull a Ted Bundy and take you back to his place where he’d do unspeakable things to your mind and your body all for the sake of his own personal d—
Before you can come up with a better daydream he’s opening the door, a low groan sounding through the air as he crouches down into the bucket seat of your old Daytona, his body almost too tall to even fit. Nervously, you lick your lips and lean your body away from him, moving your hand slowly towards the handle of your door as he slams his own.
“Sorry, felt a bit strange trying to have a conversation with a wall of metal between us,” he says, smoothing out the front of his jacket as he turns to face you. “Now uh, what seems to be the problem?”
You’re not sure what to say then —how to stop and articulate your thoughts and feelings into words that won’t immediately scare this poor man away.
“I’m assuming it has to do with the wedding,” he says, motioning towards the church that sits across the pavement, it’s godly appearance burning holes into your chest that feel like hellfire itself.
“In love with the groom perhaps?” he muses, a sly smirk crawling across his lips at the same time he crosses his arms.
Rolling your eyes, you mirror his movements by tucking one arm under the other, tightening your grip around yourself as you give him an unimpressed stare. “I’m not that much of a cliche.”
“But there is someone in there you’re avoiding, yes?”
“Why do you care?”
Like you, he stops to contemplate, his mouth falling slightly open as his brows gravitate towards the centre of his face, indicating his sudden curiosity.
It’s obvious at that point he doesn’t know why he cares —why he’s suddenly inserted himself into the problems of a stranger by aggressively jumping into the passenger side of her car.
It’s not something he does, which as he closes his mouth, letting out a light huff, makes you wonder why now? Why you, of all people, has he decided to take notice of?
“I don’t really,” he eventually says, his once soft, welcoming features hardening into something that doesn’t scare you but definitely makes you less comfortable. “Guess I just got sort of… caught up in the moment.”
“The moment?” you scoff, unsure what it means. “You mean the one right before this where I was just crying?”
Silently he shrugs, his shoulders bouncing at the same time he nods, causing your expression to contort into something resembling both confusion and annoyance as you watch his eyes begin to wander out towards the parking lot.
He looks tired, almost as if he’s bored and just looking for something to fill up his time. As he stares his eyes are devoid of brightness —of interest in the things that surround him, leaving you to wonder if maybe that’s why he decided to join you.
Maybe in his own suffering, he decided he needed something to distract him —to give himself meaning in an otherwise meaningless existence.
It sounds crazy but you can see it in his eyes; the way they sort of stare through everything rather than focus on it. It’s the same look you get whenever you’re stuck in a place you don’t want to be with people you care very little about, prompting your previous response to melt into understanding.
“Are you here for the wedding too?”
Changing the subject, you watch as his gaze moves back to you, his eyes still dull but no longer completely empty.
Unable to hide your amusement at his answer, you find yourself grinning. “Friend of the bride or groom?”
“Okay then why are you here?“
“The groom actually incarcerated me a few years back on account of trying to take over your world.”
Raising your brow, you watch as his lips sort of quiver out into a smile, one that’s all teeth and wide open, his tongue partially sticking out as he laughs. For some reason it fills you with an odd sense of pride watching it happen; almost as if seeing this stranger laugh is something to be cherished.
Because overall he doesn’t seem like the laughing type, or the kind of person who outwardly feels moments of contentment. No, he seems more withdrawn than that; more so the type to hide away any positive feelings he may have in favour of portraying something entirely different.
Something almost ignorant
“So, I take it you’re Thor’s brother Loki then?”
Hearing the low growl of his laughter begin to die out, you find yourself sneakily backtracking to his previous statement, wondering how on earth he managed to regain the trust of not only Tony Stark, but really the whole bridal party after such an unforgivable stunt.
“The one and only,” he says and immediately you have to force yourself not to roll your eyes as you watch his arms obnoxiously raise outward with pride.
“I’m surprised you made it,” you retort, pausing to wet your lips as you watch the way his arms casually fall back to his sides. “Normally you never show up to these things.”
“Yes, well, apparently after it was discovered that Barton had a hidden family it became mandatory for all team members to attend major personal events.”
“Ah, yes, the elusive Barton family,” you quip, nodding your head. “I’ve heard good things.”
“I’ve never met them. I’m not allowed to on account of the fact that—“
“You tried to take over the world,” you finish, your tone filled with boredom as you lazily lean forward, pressing the side of your face against the edge of the steering wheel.
“Not a fan of my work, I’m guessing,” he says, smiling as he speaks.
Awkwardly you snort and move your arm to partially hide the tentative curving of your lips, suddenly feeling unsure on how to navigate the oncoming trail of conversation.
“It’s not that I’m not a fan,” you say, your lips moving on their own, pausing to let your brain catch up as you bite back the smile that still presents itself across the lower half of your face. “I just think what you did was pretty stupid.”
“Stupid?” Puzzled, Loki looks at you, his pupils blown out as he shuffles to his side, pressing his shoulder against the backing of the seat to get a better look at you.
Staring back, you take a moment to properly survey him again, your eyes trailing down the length of his face, picking apart the angled features, lapping them up like a visual honey too sweet for you to swallow.
More than anything you want to look as long as possible —want to lock eyes and really get a feel for what makes him tick even though you know you shouldn’t because people like him (interesting people who do things because they want to) and people like you (boring ones who just do what they’re told) don’t really mix well.
“Very stupid, actually. Momentously stupid. Almost stupider than me agreeing to come to a wedding with my ex boyfriend who also happens to be my coworker.”
You’re not sure why you tell him; why your mouth just falls open and the words sort of spill out like they’re nothing, but they do and at that point his interest has already peaked, his brows rising upwards at the same time a small scoff of disapproval falls from his lips.
“Ex boyfriend and coworker? Are you mad?”
“Maybe,” you cringe, trying your best to ignore the unfortunate recognition; your face scrunching up to reveal clenched teeth and wide eyes.
Chuckling, he leans towards you in his seat, casually resting his elbow against the headrest. “That’s quite the trek; from coworkers to friends to lovers to—“
“Oh, we were never friends,” you correct, feeling another wave of embarrassment rush through your system once you realize that you could’ve just left it that. He doesn’t need to know the timeline of your dating history.
“So lovers was the start of your romantic journey?” he muses.
“I guess so, yeah.”
“But that ended once you started working together?”
Pressing your lips together tightly, you wonder how weird it would be if you just left; if you just unlocked your car door and got out and left without another word.
It’d probably be easier than explaining whatever it is you can feel him shamelessly fishing for. He doesn’t know anything about you and you only really know what you’ve read in the media or in files you’ve stumbled upon through work about him, so really your Loki knowledge isn’t all that sufficient either.
Yet despite that, you can’t help but wonder if maybe this is just something he does —exploits information out of people to get the upper hand. Given his track record it wouldn’t be a far off assumption. He did in fact try to take over the world among other things so his innate need to collect the details of people and their behaviours is probably pretty ingrained into his system.
No matter the situation he needs to be on top of things; needs to know exactly what he’s getting into so that he can know how to get out, but what exactly does that have to do with this conversation? And why is he still here, sitting inside your shitty car asking you about relationships and acting all chummy as if he knows you?
Sighing in slight defeat, you move your hands to your eyes, palming the sockets for a good few seconds as you debate whether or not you should continue talking, because really what could be the harm? Sure, Loki’s the king at causing problems but you’re not the greatest at avoiding them either so what’s the issue?
“I got the job after we hooked up at a bar,” you eventually admit, realizing just how terrible it sounds. “Neither of us knew each other beforehand and he was cute so we had sex and then somewhere along the line I mentioned that I needed a job so he got me one.”
“You had sex to get a job,” he states, his tone mixed with amusement and confusion, causing you to groan and roll your eyes because yeah that’s kind of what you did but at the same time not at all.
“I mean, I didn’t have sex with him with the intention of snagging one,” you say, watching as Loki sort of nods his head; his expression skeptical. “I had sex with him because he was hot and I was bored and then somewhere along the line I thought we connected so I told him I didn’t have a job and then because he’s fucking weird he offered to get me one where he worked, which in retrospect, now that I’m thinking about it was obviously a very stupid idea and—“
“Is that why you were crying?”
Cutting you off, Loki stops all movement, his eyes taking place within your own, watching as they blink away the tears that begin to reform.
You don’t want to admit that that was why you were crying —why the second you saw your ex across the room, motioning for you to come dance, you basically had a full blown panic attack and made a run for it.
“Because if so, let me be the first to tell you that crying over a man is hardly worth it.”
Somehow his statement makes you laugh; creates bubbles in your chest that tickle their way up your throat and along your tongue.
You’re not sure why but the sudden image of him sprawled out among the passenger seat, his gaze hard yet sincere as he gives you a pep talk about boys even though he knows very little about the situation is so odd to you.
“And you’re saying this because you have experience?” you question, taking a moment to wipe your eyes and take a deep breath, feeling the storm begin to settle again as Loki shuffles next to you in his seat.
“Of course I do, I’m a thousand years-old,” he says matter-of-factly.
“Yeah, but just because you’re old doesn’t mean you’re experienced. They’re two different things.”
Leaning slightly forward, he pauses and flashes you a smirk, his stare boring into you in a way that makes your body move away from his, closer to the door that you once again debate escaping through.
“Believe me darling, I’m as experienced as I am mischievous.”
And suddenly like that his presence is too much. Inside the claustrophobic confines of your car, where you can feel his breath fanning your face and his eyes exploring your features, taking in each section as the moments slowly pass, you feel almost trapped within his gaze —trapped within the thoughts of what could happen next, because really, anything could.
He could merely mutter something sarcastic; make some joke about how being old obviously correlates to having lots of sex, which you’re sure in his case is probably correct. He’s attractive in a conventional way and witty in a mysterious one and yeah, technically a prince so why wouldn’t he get laid?
However, he could also just be trying to intimidate you. But then again, knowing very little about his character and how his physical and verbal reactions pair with his mental ones makes it hard for you to tell what he’s thinking.
His feelings and intentions are a hidden treasure, locked away behind the gaze that keeps glancing between your lips and eyes, lingering at the former, making you wonder if maybe he’s got something else on his mind.
Because he’s at a wedding after all; most likely alone because the thought of him attaching himself to anyone involved in Tony Stark’s inner circle seems less than likely. He’s probably just lonely and bored, looking for distractive solace in the hands of another.
You figure that’s probably why he first stopped by your car in the first place—why he inserted himself into the passenger seat of not only your car but apparently now your problems, leaving you with two choices: accept him and bring him along for the ride or kick him out before things get too weird.
Being the terrible decision maker that you are, you pick the first one, immediately tearing your gaze from his to reach and grab your seatbelt, feeling your chest pound.
Next to you, Loki leans back again and gives you a confused stare, watching as your attention quickly changes from him to the inner workings of your vehicle, your one hand moving to click your seatbelt into place while your other reaches for the ignition.
“No longer care to keep up appearances?” he asks humorously and you shake your head, turning your attention to the rearview mirror as you begin to back up.
“I never wanted to come in the first place,” you grumble, cautiously turning the wheel in your hands as you attempt to perfectly position your car. “All I wanted to do was spend my weekend lying in bed in my underwear drinking wine and watching reruns of Unsolved Mysteries.”
“The night’s still young,” Loki quips, laughing after he notices you subtly roll your eyes.
“Nice try, but we’re definitely not doing that. Not together. I barely know you.”
“Well that seems a bit unfair given your apparent track record, don’t you think?”
As you finish pulling out of the parking space and turn to move towards the exit, you give Loki an unimpressed look, knowing that he’s right. You’re a giver of temptation and if he wasn’t right and you weren’t as stubborn, you both know you would’ve taken him up on his offer right then and there.
“I’m just saying. You’re obviously attractive enough to get what you want,” he quickly adds, raising his hands in defence, watching as you scrunch up your face in annoyance and turn back towards the pavement, trying your best to ignore the way his lips part into yet another smirk. “And clearly based on the way you reacted to my staring I assume I fall under that category, so who am I to deny the chemistry that we’ve so easily acquired in these mere moments?”
“Chemistry,” you snort, shaking your head as you glance both ways before pulling out of the parking lot and turning left. “Loki, I don’t even know you.”
“There’s not a lot to know,” he replies with a shrug.
“You don’t even know me then.”
“Please, I know plenty about you,” he retorts, turning to face the church as it begins to disappear behind you. “I know that you work under Pepper because if you worked under Tony I would’ve already heard about you.”
“I know that you’re impulsive.”
“I also know that, like me, that last thing you want to be is bored,” he says, looking back to raise his brow at you as you make another left turn, trying your best to ignore the irritation that rises throughout your system. “Which is precisely why you’ve chosen to basically kidnap me in some last ditch effort to fuel your own distractive entertainment.”
Dropping your jaw, you look at him with narrowed eyes, noticing the ever present smirk that fails to leave his face grow even larger. “I'm not kidnapping you.”
“Luring me into your car, failing to give me the option to leave before driving off like some maniac,” he responds, counting each point on his hand. “That seems to me like your classic case of kidnapping.”
Scoffing, you turn your attention back towards the road, shaking your head as you attempt to shove away the discomfort you feel in knowing that, once again, he’s right because you do hate the feeling of boredom.
You hate how it slowly, painstakingly inserts itself into your life any chance it can get; pulling you in, wrapping it’s roots around your feet, trapping you in a way that’s minuscule and easy to escape from, yet hardly worth the effort.
So often you find yourself stuck within these episodes; ones where everything you do feels meaningless and never enough, forcing you to confront the notion that maybe this is all you’ll ever be? A boring person who works a boring job who’s only way of escapism is to make stupid mistakes.
Because that’s exactly what this is. This whole day has just been one mistake after another; an impulsive path of reckless behaviours that Loki can spot a mile away, because not only are you the things he’s previously mentioned, but apparently you’re also easy to read.
“I feel like kidnapping is a strong word,” you eventually retort, your mind moving back to the conversation, even though at this point part of you just wants to pull over and kick him out of the car so you can go about the rest of your day in peace.
“So is the truth, oftentimes,” Loki says and immediately you groan.
“Tell me, are you always this annoying?”
Laughing, Loki raises his arms and shrugs, leading you to believe that the lack of verbal confirmation he gives means that most likely, yes he probably is, and no, you probably can’t do anything about it.
Regardless though, you try anyway.
“If you could be less annoying than usual, you know, on account of the fact that I’ve had a really hard day, I’d appreciate it,” you say, offering him an innocent grin.
“Only if you properly tell me why your day’s been so hard,” he says back, shooting you a grin of his own.
Unsurprisingly though it isn’t filled with innocence. No, it’s filled with chaos and perversity, the ends of his teeth poking out from between his lips.
Fighting back the urge to groan again, you heavily blink and release a breath, hearing the laughter that he immediately emits in response to your obvious annoyance.
“Fine, but I want ice cream first.”
By the time you’re at the front of the line, ready to order and devour your ice cream the way you’ve been dreaming about since you decided on the whole idea, you’re reminded of Loki’s presence again, causing you to sigh.
During the entirety of the drive he wouldn’t stop talking —asking you questions about your life and your ex and how the events of said relationship had led you to this exact moment. (The one where you supposedly kidnapped him and convinced him to get dessert instead of staying at the church for dinner).
Every time he asked you, you forced yourself to turn him down, repeating your previous statement about how you wouldn’t talk until there was a bowl of ice cream in your hand, prompting him to scowl or roll his eyes or, near the end of the drive, both.
It drove you absolutely crazy, dealing with the onslaught of overly pressured chatter followed by the discomforting moments of silence that you’d receive after scolding him for not listening. Honestly, it was almost like dealing with the nosiest child, hellbent on learning every viable piece of information he could despite the fact that none of it really mattered, because you and your ex were done —finished and over with, which meant there was nothing to talk about. Nothing to say or explain or to uproot and burden him with.
Regardless of that though as you finish ordering, Loki leans in close, the side of his body brushing against yours as he whispers a quick, “so, now are you going to talk about it?” at the same time you pull out your cash to give to the girl at the register.
“Is the ice cream in my hand?” you ask, giving him a stern look.
“Then chill out, alright?”
Shaking your head at his lack of patience, the girl at the till then asks you your name and absentmindedly you give it to her, afterward glancing over at Loki who’s brows suddenly raise at the sound.
You realize then that up until this point you’d hadn’t actually bothered to properly introduce yourself; a fact that you immediately find conflicting as the two of you wander over to the hand off plane where your ice cream already awaits.
Swallowing hard, as you move you hear Loki mumble your name on his tongue, repeating it a couple of times as he smiles and shakes his head, shoving his hands into the pockets of his slacks as he eagerly follows behind you.
“I like it, it’s got a nice ring to it,” he says and part of you feels almost embarrassed at the amount of times he’s uttered it.
“Yeah, well, it’s the one my mom gave me.”
“It suits you.”
Ignoring him then, you grab your ice cream off the counter, offering the worker behind it a quick smile before ushering through the doorway, feeling Loki hot on your trail as you awkwardly try to push the door open with your body.
Almost immediately, Loki comes to your aid, reaching around to grab the handle before pushing it out so you can slide from it’s grasp, prompting you to mumble a quick thank-you as you both wander back towards the car.
“Alright, now that you have your ice cream, speak up,” he says on the way, watching as you roll your eyes and move to lean against the hood, tucking one leg behind the other comfortably.
“I don’t understand why you want to know. It’s not that interesting,” you say before taking a bite of your dessert, your lips wrapping around the spoon as you practically moan at the taste.
“Interest is a matter of opinion,” he replies, taking the space next to you. “Something that’s uninteresting to you could very well be interesting to me. Take for example, the time I literally stabbed Thor in the back.”
“Why did you stab your brother in the back?”
“What do you mean why?”
“I don’t know, it just seems kind of rude.”
Giving you a confused look, he shakes his head. “Rude?”
“Yeah, rude. Stabbing’s rude.”
“It’s not rude, it's funny.”
He sounds so serious as he says it, causing you to snort and take another quick bite before swallowing hard and turning to face him. “I know that in your world it’s probably like… a super casual thing to just betray your brother and stab him in the gut, but like, we don’t do that here.”
“I didn’t stab him in the gut.”
“No, no, I stabbed him in the back.”
“Okay, but that’s not the point. The point is that it’s not okay to do that.”
“Oh, I know.”
“Yes, of course I know, I’m a trickster, not a fool.”
For some reason that makes you laugh, your whole body bouncing as you lean back against the hood of your car and take another bite. “I guess I just don’t understand your thinking then,” you then say, angling your face so that it’s in line with his.
“Most people don’t, to be honest,” he says with a sigh, leaning back with you, his elbows gently pressing against the aluminum body.
Shrugging his shoulders you watch as his face sort of falls, his eyes dimming down at the mention of misunderstanding, making you wonder if maybe that’s why he’s suddenly attached himself to you.
Because at first it didn’t make sense; having this strange, manic man you barely know suddenly insert himself into your life for the sake of getting you to talk about your problems.
He’s always been a bit of a loner —the kind of guy who’s kept to himself regardless of interest. Everyone thinks it’s because he’s an asshole; a conceited God filled with resentment for what earth did to him after the attack on New York. They think it’s because he’s angry and vengeful; too full of himself to accept the company of earth’s inhabitants like his brother, but really it’s probably just because he’s stubborn.
Maybe like you, he’s just awkward and mulish, unable to set aside his pride, even though all he wants is for people to like him —to see him and connect with him. Which makes you wonder if maybe that’s why he jumped at the chance to help you. Perhaps through your mess of tears and lack of regard for emotion he saw a bit of himself in you.
He connected and latched onto you and now that you realize that you can’t help but wonder if somehow you’ll end up doing the same.
Because already, despite the constant streamline of words that seem to fall from his lips, you can already feel yourself growing fond of him. Sure, his presence is a bit much (bordering on unbearable when he puts his mind to really pushing your buttons) but he’s nice. He’s nice and caring and funny and when you look over and see the sadness in his eyes it almost feels like your heart is breaking.
Under the pressure of his stare, it’s cracking and you’re not entirely sure what to do other than to move closer to him, bumping your elbow with his as you offer him a smile to gain his attention.
“Do you want to hear something stupid?” you then say and before you know it his eyes are brightening and his lips are parting and suddenly there’s this light inside him that you know in that moment is reserved for you and you alone so you continue.
“I lied earlier when I said I didn’t want to go to the wedding,” you say and Loki raises his brow, the interest in your statement growing across his face. “I actually went to try and get that asshole back.”
“Because I thought that I could,” you say with a shrug. “Which now that I think about it is kind of ridiculous.”
“A bit yeah. So many options of revenge in the world and you chose the route of lust.”
Snorting, you move to set aside your ice cream before sort of rolling onto your side, watching as Loki does the same, both of you now facing each other completely.
“I should’ve just stabbed him like you did with Thor.”
Laughing, Loki shakes his head. “As much as it pains me to encourage you not to do that, deep down know that I think it’s a brilliant idea.”
“It is, isn’t it?” you muse, reaching over to grab another bite of ice cream. “You know, the night’s still young, maybe we should go back? I’m sure by now everyone would be too drunk to even notice. We could probably gut him pretty good.”
“Don’t tempt me darling, you know I would.”
Darling. God, why did he have to call you that? Literally of all the names in the world, why was darling the one he decided to choose?
Just thinking about it makes your entire body melt, almost as if suddenly somehow he’s used his magic to transform you into the ice cream sitting next to you, causing you to soften and mollify, your entire being suddenly malleable in his hands.
It makes you think about what you’d do to keep this going —this strange charade of strangers turned friends, subtly flirting with one another on top of a car that’s too old to be considered cool. You don’t want it to end yet —to have to get in the car and drive him away only to be left alone again, broken and bored.
At least not yet.
“Hey, we should go for a drive,” you say and suddenly you’re sitting up and grabbing your ice cream, shovelling down the last few bites as you wander over to the garbage bin a couple of feet away.
Following suit Loki sits up too, noticing the sudden pep in your step as you practically sprint back to the car with your hands shoved into the pocket of your dress, your face scrunched up in excited bliss as you step in front of the driver’s side door.
“A drive?” he asks and all you do is nod, unlocking the door before silently sliding in, watching from the corner of your eye as he does the same.
“Yeah, we can blast some music and just go where the road takes us,” you say, hearing the click of his seatbelt go off before you reach around to grab your own, feeling your heart begin to race at the thought of doing something actually fun for once.
“Hopefully it doesn’t take us off a cliff,” you hear Loki mumble and without even thinking you scoff and reach over to slap his arm.
Before you can hit him though he grabs your wrist, tightening his fingers around the base ever so gently, causing both of you to look at the connection of your hands; the feeling of heat rising through your face once you realize that holy shit he’s touching you and oh my god he isn’t stopping.
Because instead of letting go he merely stares, his gaze heavy and curious, almost as if he’s studying your hand as he slowly releases his grip and begins to slide his fingers along the base of your palm, exploring the skin until eventually he laces his fingers in yours.
Afterwards he pulls your hand towards his lap, laying the base of his forearm against his thigh while keeping hold of you like it’s the most normal thing in the world, even though you it’s not and suddenly you feel like you might pass out because who even does that?
Opening and closing your mouth, you shuffle in your seat and blink, trying your best to avoid Loki’s gaze as you eventually just swallow hard, accepting your fate by awkwardly reaching around to shove your key into the ignition to start the car.
As you do, Loki chuckles and thumbs the base of your index finger; moving the digit back and forth, feeling you shiver under his touch. “I can stop holding it if you want,” he says, even though secretly he hopes that you’ll say no because frankly he kind of likes the way it feels to have your hand laced tightly within his own.
“No, it’s uh, it’s fine, it’s just—“
Feeling the struggle within your voice, Loki releases your hand, trying his best not to laugh again as you quickly place it onto the edge of the steering wheel, a look of pure embarrassment plastered across your face as you begin to back up the car.
“If you didn’t want to hold my hand you could’ve just said so,” he says not long after, crossing his arms over his chest as he flashes you the kind of smug look that makes your hands sweat and your stomach twist.
“It’s not that, it’s just, I…”
Unable to produce the words you hear floating through your head, you merely stop talking, knowing that no matter how hard you try your brain won’t willingly match up with your mouth, causing your heart to start to ache in the process.
Because you want to hold his hand. Weirdly enough, despite the little time that you’ve known him, you want to take his hand and grip it tight and maybe even pull him into your frame for a hug or a kiss or—
“It’s fine, darling, I’m used to rejection. Nobody wants the evil Asgardian prince.” Dramatically he places the back of his hand on his forehead, throwing his head back while closing his eyes. As he does you roll your own and turn onto the road, trying your best not to snort at his dramatics, wondering if he really means it.
You imagine he partially does given the track record of opinions people seem to have about him, especially considering that when he first joined the Avengers the talk around the office was anything, but nice.
At the time you didn’t really think much of it. Loki was nothing but a powerful God you’d never have to interact with. He didn’t feel tangible or real, even when you’d see images of him on the news or in person at Stark Industry events.
To you he was merely just a person, living his life outside your own, trying his best to do the right thing, even if it meant suffering through the eyes of others.
“Well, what if I want the evil prince?”
Swallowing hard, you’re not sure if you regret your words as you drive through a set of yellowing lights, glancing over at him with raised brows, feeling your hand almost twitch at the sight of him, because you do want him. More than anything you’ve wanted before, you want to reach across your car and grab his hand and drive into the sunset without a map, all while telling him that everyone is stupid.
So you do.
Before he can respond either in agreement or protest, you lift your hand off the wheel and thread your hand in his, feeling the way his grip immediately responds to yours by holding it tight and pulling it close to his torso as if it’s something he needs to protect.
“I know we barely know each other; like literally I know nothing about you so this is probably weird, but like, I feel like we click, right?”
You have no idea what you’re saying —what the words coming out of your mouth are trying to accomplish, but thankfully he seems to understand because not long after he sort of smiles, his eyes traveling from your hand to your face.
“Click, yes,” he laughs, causing your heart to sort of swell because here he is still holding your hand and smiling despite the lack of audible sense you’re making.
“I don’t know, I just… I like you, I think. You’re different. Not like in a bad way, but in an odd way where I don’t really know how to navigate where to go from here, because we kind of met in a weird way and—“
Snorting loudly, Loki cuts you off mid sentence, shaking his head. “You know admitting your feelings would have sufficed right? I understand what I like you means, you don’t have to explain it to me.”
Opening your mouth to respond, you quickly close it in favour of focusing on the road, knowing that if you don’t you’ll most likely get distracted and miss your turn off.
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It’s 2021 people. Get it together.
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Loki being the protective bf 🥺 can you do this?
Y/N : Fight me!
Loki, standing behind y/n and holding knives: *mouths* Do not or I’ll kill you.
✨️Send me prompts ✨️
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Loki x reader, one shot
Word count: 405
Tony of course threw another one of his infamous parties for New Years and I think he overdid himself. Chocolate fountains, in house DJ, and about every famous person you could think of. Steve and I had a conversation about how this might go terribly wrong, but Tony didn’t seem to agree.
I stand against the wall with my water, trying to avoid everyone. I spot Loki across the room talking to some man I’ve never seen, but I can tell he’s not into the conversation at all. He keeps giving me ‘help me’ eyes, but to mess with him, I completely ignore him. If the god of mischief wanted a mischievous girl, he forgot about the cons. Hours go by at the part and Loki ends up escaping from his treacherous conversation. Grabbing me by the arm, he drags me off to a different room.
“I hate you,” he chuckles.
“I don’t know what you mean.”
He rolls his eyes while laughing at my coyness. I know he’d never get really mad at me for something dumb, but it is fun to see him flustered.
“Anyways, what are we doing out here?” I ask, “the ball is about to drop.”
“I know, but I have something besides a New Years kiss for you and I want privacy to give it to you.”
“Oooo, you have a private surprise for me?” I wink.
“Norms, not that,” he laughs.
I can hear the people count down in the rooms away from us. Turning to Loki, I see him hold a small black box.
“Y/N, I have known you for quite some time and I know we didn’t start our relationship in the most traditional way. Talk to anyone and they’ll tell you I’m not the best with relationships, or anything like that in that matter, but I know I’m the best with you, so Y/N, would you make me the happiest being in the universe and become my queen?”
He kneels down and opens the small box to reveal a Demantoid cut ring.
“Omg, Loki, I don’t even know what to say.”
“Well, I was kind of hoping you’d say yes, “ he nervously chuckles.
“Of course, a million times yes.”
Picking me up and swinging me around, he slips the ring on my finger. The fireworks go off in the sky as we seal our bond with a kiss.
“No place I’d rather be.”
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Warnings: fluff, really short
A/N: English isn't my first language sorry If I made any mistake
" What the hell was that?" Hunter B-12 asked confused when a green aura wrapped Loki's body and yours.
" That was me using my magic to dry my and her clothes. I'm not going to let her catch a cold" you blushed at his words
"You better not try anything" she threatened him before leaving you two
"So you already worry about me huh?" you bothered him without stopping smiling, Loki sighed hiding the desire to smile pleased to be the cause of your smile
"don't let it go to your head, I read that Midgardians are very weak, the least I need is you getting sick" you closed your eyes excitedly, your heart was beating hard.
"Thanks for taking care of me Loki" you kissed his cheek before running off, Loki smirked as he touched his cheek.
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imagine the tension between loki and bucky (maybe even steve) trying to assert their dominance on reader, jeez i bet everyone can feel the dominance in the air when they are all in the same room together
his girl — loki
note || yeah i had to write this immediately bc i can just imagine the dialogue...I had a hard time deciding who she was actually dating, but I went with loki cause I love him so this is fire!mortal!reader
Midgard was slowly becoming more and more bearable for Loki Odinson. You were a very big part of that, the mortal that warmed his cold heart. You had only been dating for a few months and Loki had gotten into a routine with you. You spent all your time together, you were glued to his side. He had gotten used to you being his little sidekick, hand always entangled together.
Except now, you were distracted by the newest roommate in the compound, Bucky Barnes. He had returned form Wakanda with a fresh haircut and vibranium arm. Loki had not taken a liking to the new dominant presence in your life and apparently you had used to visit Barnes in Wakanda before started retraining his mind.
“Did you really name a goat after Steve?”You laughed when Loki walked into the training room that afternoon, looking for you. He missed your embrace, how you always sat in his lap and cuddled against him.
“I did, and Steve did not appreciate it as much as you did, doll,”Bucky grinned, holding the punching mitts for you to hit.
“Well, I’m a lot cooler than that old man,”You chuckled, punching his fist as hard as you could.
“I’m a lot older than him, sugar,”Bucky winked, and Loki had enough. He seethed with possessive energy, glaring at the super solider with heat.
“I’m afraid she’s already with an older man, soldier,”Loki scrunched his nose, stepping onto the mat,”A thousand years gives a man a lot of experience.”
“So does a war,”Bucky turned to him with a smirk, glancing at you.”You don’t look like you’ve ever seen a war, you got that soft look about you.”
You rolled your eyes, knowing Bucky liked getting on people’s nerves and you hadn’t exactly told him that this was your boyfriend. He knew you were seeing someone.
“Careful with your words, a mortal like you might invoke the wrath of a god—“Loki stoped when he felt your hands squeeze his, warm overtaking his body from your natural heat.
“Bucky, this is my boyfriend,”You introduced with a smile, feeling Loki’s arm snake around you.”Loki Odinson
“Prince Loki Odinson,”Loki corrected smugly, smirking down at you.”I am your prince, am I not?”
You felt a blush creep up over your face, wanting to hide into his shoulder. He was possessive, it was almost embarrassing how much he needed to establish dominance over another man close to you.
“You are,”You whispered, not minding how Loki seemed to dip toward to capture your lips. He moved against you gently, his presence overwhelming you. You just felt surrounded by him, gasping for air as you pulled away. You noticed Bucky had quietly disappeared.”A jealous prince, but still mine.”
“That soldier of yours is stealing you away, had to claim what’s mine,”Loki smirked at you, his cold touch against your burning skin made you feel at ease.”Why do you come warm me up, firecracker?”
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time for us.
| loki x reader | angst | fluff |
anon requested. loki has been working a lot lately and hasn’t really had anytime for the reader and he completely forgets about their anniversary and she doesn’t tell him for a couple of days but then he snaps at her and they have a huge argument
a/n: this doesn’t have any spoilers for the show— just mention that Loki works for the TVA (which isn’t canon at the time of me writing this)
You loathed Loki’s new job, working for the Time Variance Authority.
Ever since Loki began at the TVA, they’d managed to occupy nearly all of his time and energy, leaving little to none left for you. Your relationship was strong, but only a few weeks of work had put a strain on the two of you.
He’d become more short tempered, and easily agitated. You tried to be patient, but little things seemed to antagonize you, and soon every small thing was becoming huge.
Above all, you hated to fight with Loki. You bottled up your frustration, shoving them down inside of you and keeping them hidden and locked away. Your limited time with Loki was precious, and you didn’t want to poison it with your annoyance. However, it was doing damage that you hadn’t yet comprehended, building a pressurized weapon that was bound to explode.
It took weeks, but the explosion came.
Loki had been so caught up in work that he missed your anniversary. It had escaped his mind entirely, passing like any other day. He was distracted by variants running wild, and the need to please his new boss. He felt responsible for things that were going wrong, and he had put your relationship on the backburner.
You’d been certain he’d take you out during the night, or at least do something to acknowledge the anniversary of your love, but you’d been dead wrong. You waited at home as hours passed, and when his normal arrival time had long passed, the pain in your chest grew until your entire body was throbbing with hurt.
You took your makeup off, along with the pretty dress you wore-- the green one that your husband adored.
Loki had stayed late at work, taking overtime and showing up just before ten. You were so hurt you could hardly speak, but Loki’s mind was too muddled with work to even notice. You were already in bed when he returned home, and he’d kissed your forehead and gone to sleep with less than five words leaving his lips.
You laid awake in bed that night, staring at the wall. You should have told Loki you were angry, said something then and at least gotten it in the open. But you shoved it down with everything else— every other hurt and grievance and annoyance that poisoned you.
“Can you set that down, please?” You asked, four days later. You tried to keep your tone even, but you were impatient. The bite in your words was all you could do to keep from tearing the file from his delicate hands.
Loki was in the kitchen, his face buried in a variant case file. He was supposed to be helping you make dinner, but you were dismissed and cast aside once again as his work outshined you.
“I’m working, Y/N! It’s important. Don’t you want me to get paid so you can have your pretty things?” Loki snapped, shocking you.
“No!” You screamed, slamming the cabinet door shut.
He stared at you, turquoise eyes wide in shock at your outburst. He dropped the file on the counter, a harsh glare adorning his stunning face.
“No, Loki! I don’t fucking care about the pretty things. I don’t even know that I care about YOU!” The words were coming out before you could stop them.
“You don’t care about me?! All I ever do is for you!” Loki met your anger, matching your energy and only fueling the fire of rage that was building in your stomach.
“You’re such a selfish liar! You don’t give a fuck about me, Loki! You’re in a relationship with your bullshit job, you don’t give a damn about me! All of your time and your energy... and fuck, even your kindness goes to the stupid fucking TVA!! There’s nothing left for me, and I don’t want your scraps!” You shoved him back when he took a step toward you.
“I’m selfish? You’re needy and dramatic! You’re a spoiled brat, acting out when not every ounce of my attention is being given to you. What, you’re mad that I didn’t help you make this salad? Grow up, Y/N!” Loki’s hateful words poured out, tasting like acid in his mouth.
“No! I’m mad that you forgot our anniversary and that you haven’t seen how much you’ve hurt me!” Tears burned as they streamed down your face, blurring your vision that was bleeding at the edges.
Loki’s lips parted, and realization suddenly crossed his features. He took a step back, recognizing his anger had spiraled out of control, and that your anger was justified.
“I didn’t mean it… I do care about you, I just want you to care about me.” Your voice broke, and shaky hands went to your mouth, stifling a sob. Guilt swelled in Loki’s chest as he saw you fall apart, unable to bear the weight of your anger.
“I’m sorry. You’re right. I don’t know how I’ve forgotten. Please, my love, forgive me,” Loki’s tone softened, and he knelt down to his knees before you.
He didn’t care about the messy floors ruining his perfect suit, nothing mattered to him then except for you.
“I shouldn’t have gotten so angry, I just miss you,” you were weeping, unable to hold the sobs at bay.
“It’s okay, scream and cry if you need to, but know I love you more than anything and I am terribly, terribly sorry.”
Loki gently pulled you forward, closing his arms around you. His forehead rested against your stomach, and you laid your hands on top of his head.
“I know. I know,” you stammered in shaky breaths. Your fingers trembled as you dragged them through his hair, overwhelmed with every emotion that washed over you all at once.
You got home from work, a couple of days after your fight. You had both apologized, easing the tension over. Loki hadn’t stopped apologizing, even when you promised him it was okay. It had been better since-- you weren’t keeping secrets or harboring anger, and you felt exceedingly better in the aftermath of your fight.
You walked into your master suite, considering a hot bath or a shower after your day. You were lost in your thoughts as you kicked your shoes off, before turning to the bed. A dress was laid out on the end of the bed, glittery heels and jewelry in a box beside it. Loki wasn’t home, but a note was attached, telling you to get dressed and he’d meet you.
You smiled, lifting the black cocktail dress. You changed, fixing your hair and makeup in the mirror. Your day at work had been long, and you didn’t know what Loki had in store for you, but you were excited.
The lock clicked open on the door, signaling the arrival of your husband. You stepped into the foyer to greet him, met with Loki in an all-black suit. A grin spread across his expression as he noticed you, making warmth bloom in your chest.
“You look-” you both started at the same time.
You smiled and tilted your head, letting him speak.
“You look beautiful,” Loki spoke softly before giving you a kiss.
“Thank you. You look sharp. What’s the occasion, what are we doing?”
“I’m so sorry I missed our anniversary. I thought we could celebrate us tonight.”
You broke into a grin, nodding excitedly.
“Yes. Yes, let’s do it.”
“Of course. Let me set my things down,” he kissed your cheek and stepped into your master, cleaning up and dropping his bag.
You were driven to a fancy restaurant, one hand in Loki’s as the other smoothed over the wheel of his black sports car. He dropped the keys with a valet, and you were escorted to a table in the back of the place.
“Wine, Mrs. Laufeyson?”
“Please,” you nodded, and the waiter poured you a glass of sparkling pink moscato.
“I’ve gotten us a suite at the resort in the city. I have a bag packed for you in the car, I thought we could enjoy a weekend away. You deserve it,” Loki brought your hand to his lips, kissing your knuckles.
“You’re spoiling me,” you giggled, sipping your wine.
“As I should be.”
Elaborate French dishes were brought out on gorgeous plates, looking like something from a food blog. It tasted divine, and Loki told you some history about the dish from some time he was living or traveling in Paris. You listened to his animated stories, thinking about how you were so in love with him.
“Why’re you staring at me like that?” Loki laughed softly, spooning sorbet into your mouth.
“Because I love you. And you’re charming and cute when you get excited,” you confessed with a grin.
“I love you too. I’m sorry about everything,” he apologized.
“It’s okay. We’re past it. Time moves forward for us.”
Loki nodded, leaning forward and smearing a kiss over your temple before retrieving your car from the valet.
“To the hotel?” he asked, sliding his hands over your hips and kissing your neck as you waited.
“Okay,” you giggled, squirming in his arms.
He squeezed your bum, making you gasp before opening the door for you, helping you into the passenger seat.
When you arrived at the hotel, there was a bouquet of roses on the table, and candles burning around. He kissed the back of your head, setting your bag down for you.
“Let me make this up to you,” his voice was deep as he unzipped your dress.
“Please,” you smiled, turning in his arms and pulling him into a heated kiss.
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heyyyy i read you tom hiddelston smut oh my 🥰🤤 i was uhh wondering if you could write to mobius from the loki show! And can it be smut? It can be anything though but can it be that is for the show? And the reader being a stark or smthg? Tysm!!! Not siure if you write for him tho so i thought i would ask
Agent Mobius | Fruit Salad
Agent Mobius x fem!reader
Author’s note : I actually had two Mobius smut on hold ( been a fan of Owen for years ) but I’m just going to transfer the second one here😏 I’m not a fan of writing about y/n being a stark in that context because my plot doesn’t stick with it but I’m still willing to give you some nice content! Here we go.
plot : you and Mobius decide to have fun by trying out fruity flavored condoms.
warnings : oral ( m!receiving + sperme swallowing ), protected sex, age gap, and flavored condoms on a dilf because that’s a warning Zksksk
“What is this all about?” Mobius asked as you finally managed to drag him in a more private area of the quarters. It was an empty projection room, just the space you needed in order to work your plans out. You knew that the man had spent a tough week regarding work, especially after Loki’s betrayal and escape, and you simply felt like surprising him with something which was out of the ordinary. You closed the doors behind the two of you, finally letting go of your partner’s arm in order to take a few steps back, but most importantly : in order to directly look at him.
“Come on. I have a surprise for you. Don’t be so bitter.” You insisted playfully, sincerely hoping that this overall event would manage to raise his mood for at least a short amount of time. Mobius rolled his eyes but eventually gave up, joining your excited self at the table before taking a seat and allowing you to carry on about what you seemed so desperate to introduce to him. Cautiously, your hand reached down the large pocket of your jacket out of which you pulled a box of condoms. But it wasn’t any random condoms : they were fruit flavored.
“Condoms?” Mobius stated on a rather exhausted tone, brows frowning in an exasperated manner. You knew that in order to properly catch his attention, you would have to make a few more efforts regarding this box of rubbers- which you did. “It’s not any condoms. They’re fruit flavored, look.” You explained softly before getting up from where you had been sitting, taking a couple of steps around the table before allowing yourself to sit down in his lap- the box of condom still in your hand. “And I want to try them with you.” You finished with a head tilt, your arms wrapping around his strong neck.
Mobius sighed and looked away, visibly trying his best to refrain himself from smiling face to your insubordinate manners. With time, you had grew used to his many gestures and could now clearly identify each of them. Most of the time, when he pretended to be grumpy, he wasn’t. “So it’s a yes?” You insisted, his head now tilting towards yours as a fainted smile appeared onto his parted lips. How could he resist your inviting offer? This move immediately stood as a white flag to you. “Yes!” You exclaimed, turning towards the table from where you stood before beginning to open the box of protections.
The man’s arms wrapped around your waist, his chin resting onto your shoulder as he watched the way your hands worked in order to pull out and separate the different condoms which were once contained in the small cardboard box. “Oh I love grape.” He affirmed after his eyes had caught glimpse of the grape flavored rubber. An amused smile appeared on your face. “Well, too bad you won’t be the one tasting them, right?” You answered playfully, referring to the obvious fact that you would soon be the one to enjoy all of those fruity flavors... or not.
Mobius chuckled, enjoying the way you always managed to snap back in the most amusing ways. Now this was one of the reasons to why he loved you deeply. You were a nice colleague, and an amazing partner in general. “Strawberry is my favorite.” You affirmed as your fingers took a delicate hold of this specific condom which you managed to distinguish from the rest as it had an amusing little strawberry drawing adorning it’s packaging. Your body then turned towards Mobius’ again, your lips pressing against his in order to properly initiate the two of you to what was about to occur. You always tried to make it progressive, as you believed that immediately rushing into it would’ve simply resulted in lack of fun.
The older man obviously kissed back, his mustache tingling your upper lip- a sensation you had grown used to over the time you spent by his side, whether it was in bed or at work. You then hoped off his lap, getting on your knees between his parted legs before your hands began to messily unbuckle his belt. You held the condom between your lips, eyes focused onto what you were doing. A couple of seconds later, you had succeeded in removing his belt and your hands were now taking care of unbuttoning and unzipping his pants. The TVA agent looked down at you, a smirk still on his lips as he had always enjoyed being taken care of in such a way- especially when it came to you.
“Is everything all right down there?” The older man asked teasingly, legs spreading a little further apart in order to offer you some extra space to work. You now allowed yourself to slide your hand inside of his open pants, a smirk appearing on your lips upon feeling his warm and underwear clad member underneath your palm. “It seems all good to me~” you responded happily, taking care to stroke his genitals a little bit in order to lead them to harden. You sincerely couldn’t wait to try these condoms out, yet you could also sense that Mobius wasn’t doing as well as usual. You perfectly knew the reason to why, and believed that he was working himself up over stupid matters. After all, he always had.
“Stop thinking about him.” You begged, referring to the variant he grew attached to before having to watch him escape. Mobius sighed, his head briefly tilting to the side in order to stop himself from feeling bad about the situation. “I know how to make you feel better.” You then added, finally pulling his semi soft member out of the confines of his pants. You believed it was the perfect length and circumference- just what you needed in a partner. Mobius made an effort by accepting to pull his trousers a little further down, once again offering you some extra space and comfort- as after all you were the one willing to please and distract him. It was the least he could do.
Cautiously, your hand wrapped around his flaccid cock which you began to caress and pump, looking forward to watching it harden before your bare eyes. You had previously switched from holding the rubber in your mouth to your free hand which now rested against Mobius’ left knee. You heard as the older man hummed out of pleasure, his head tilting back just so slightly which thankfully reflected the fact that he was getting more and more comfortable. Your hard work turned out to be rewarded when you finally got to watch his length harden properly, fingers still stroking the smooth hardness to the point where it was now ready to wear the condom.
Your hand let go of his cock, the TVA agent looking down at you as he watched the way you took care of properly opening the small protective package- out of which you pulled the flavored condom. It was pink, probably in order to reflect the fact that it tasted like strawberries. Your left hand now took care of holding onto the base of his shaft, your right digits placing the rubber down onto Mobius’ cockhead before rolling the piece of latex all the way down until the base of his shaft. It was now ready for you to taste. Without hesitation, you leaned in and allowed your moisturized lips to come in contact with the silk material, the tip of your tongue giving it shy licks as if you wanted to make sure it tasted good before taking it all inside of your mouth.
“How does that taste?” He asked, being seemingly more interested in the scientific perspective of this intercourse rather than the rest- at least for now. Upon hearing this question, you gathered all your courage in order to wrap your lips around his tip, now getting a proper taste of the piece of latex. It wasn’t that bad, though you couldn’t help but be betrayed by the chemical-like aftertaste which was contained in most eatable strawberry replicas. After taking time to suckle onto his sensitive end for a short minute, you backed away and allowed your tongue to pass over your lips- wishing to get rid of that uncomfortable aftertaste as soon as you could.
“Not too bad. I think I might just switch to pineapple though. This one usually never disappoints.” You explained seriously, earning an aggravated exhale coming from Mobius who was visibly looking forward to orgasm. Without wasting any more seconds, you pulled the condom off his cock before reaching out for the pineapple flavored one. It was only a matter of time until you managed to roll it down his member, now being ready to experience a new taste before seriously getting to work. Your palms pressed against his knees, lips wrapping around the upper part of his hardness and securing it inside a bubble of comforting warmth.
Mobius shivered as he felt your tongue press against his shaft, the sweet taste allowing you to feel even more confident regarding the overall situation. Progressively, you began to move your head up and down, stroking the sensitive flesh with the help of your lips, tongue and inner cheeks. His veiny hand traveled up to your hair, blue eyes looking down at you whilst you worked with such devotion. You enjoyed feeling the contact between his palm and your scalp, as it comforted you through the idea of giving him head. He always knew how to make you feel more pleased and essentially more comfortable.
You continued to suckle onto his length, feeling surprised by how persistant the pineapple taste turned out to be. It felt just like suckling onto an ice cream on a sunny day- expect that the ice cream in question was warm, and that no sun ever penetrated inside of the TVA quarters. Mobius’ head tilted, a relaxed moan escaping his parted lips as he carried on enjoying the nice initiative you had previously taken. Meanwhile, your enhanced self took the intitiative to pull away before allowing your hand to wrap around his hardness again, switching technics in order to vary pleasures.
This once, the older man tilted his head back as a long and deep hum echoed through his throat, his Adam’s apple popping out of his neck. Your smirked upon realizing that you were doing amazing with your gestures, eyes then gazing down towards his pulsating crotch which you could sense was beginning to grow weaker and weaker face to your teasing moves. “You’re so good at this...” Mobius affirmed, hand still caressing your hair like he would pet a cat’s head. You refrained from wrapping your lips around his thick member again; as you were dying to see his cum stack up in the small reservoir at the end of the condom when he would finally orgasm.
Thankfully, it didn’t take long until the agent grew too weak to resist, his nutsack twitching before sending thick seminal liquid through his sensitive urethra. As planned and wished, the white substance stack up in the condom’s reservoir, your eyes glistening face to this appetizing sight. Your hand remained wrapped around his length for a couple of extra seconds, gracing the man with a short session of cockwarming before you would pull away in order to cautiously take the condom off his member. Mobius looked down at your in a tired manner, eyes watching his own work before he diverted his gaze towards your pretty face.
“You never disappoint, doll.” He affirmed tiredly, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear as he watched you pull the condom off his genitals whilst still making sure to keep the precious liquid in it’s place. Once this was done, you tilted your head back before positioning the used piece of latex over your open mouth, pressing the semen out of the condom with the help of your thumb and index finger. The sperme landed against your tongue, gracing you with that naturally salted taste which you had always managed to enjoy as long as it came from your superior. Mobius smirked as he watched you swallow his semence, your eyes then gazing up at him in a proud yet innocent manner.
I hope you guys enjoyed this! Never be afraid to request🥴 love you all. Requested tag : @innerghostsaladroad
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'Lover' by Taylor Swift just came on shuffle and I spent the whole song daydreaming about waltzing around an empty ballroom with Loki.
And when the song ended, I played it again...
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I was going through my drafts and found this, so enjoy!
tooth rotting fluff.
No matter how many times he did it, you would never get used to Loki showing affection towards you.
It had been incredibly hard to even get him talking to you at first, let alone have him cuddle with you once you started dating.
You may be surprised by his affection, but you sure as hell enjoy it.
Waking up with his warm breath on your collarbone, face nuzzled into your neck.
The small kisses and smiles he sends you around others backs.
The unbelievably warm way his eyes light up when you enter the room.
You loved each and everyone, and the fact that it was you that spurred them was the thing you lived for.
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For a Loki x reader could I request 2 on the angst list where they reconnect after years apart and Loki is shocked to find out that he has a child he never knew about?
This is the cutest, i already had a plan for this before you sent it in💓
Warnings:Angst, Fluff, Mentions of pregnancy
Word Count: 2.6K
Prompt(s) used: 2 ”Were you ever going to tell me?”
Summary: Y/N and Loki have a drunken one night stand, where she ends up Pregnant. Loki doesn’t find out about his son until 5 years later when on a walk in a park
Were you ever going to tell me?
Loki Laufeyson x Fem! Reader
Y/N woke up one morning, looking to her side to see the clock read 6:30 am, she looked down and noticed that she wasn’t wearing any clothes, her eyes widened, the smallest gasp leaving her lips as she grabbed the covers before covering up her chest.
“Oh my God, this did not just happen” she whispered in disbelief.
Y/N reached down blindly to the floor picking up some underwear, before carefully slipping out of the bed, so she doesn’t wake up Loki. She throws on a dressing gown and rushes out of the room, through the halls of Avengers HQ all the way to her own room.
When she got there however, she felt particularly queasy, rushing into the bathroom, before throwing up into the toilet, wiping her mouth, her eyes growing wide with realisation.
“This cannot be happening”
Y/N got up from the cold bathroom floor that she was sitting on, making her way into her bedroom to get dressed. She threw on some joggies and an oversized hoodie before grabbing her purse and walking out of HQ to a pharmacy.
The pharmacy was small, but intimidating to Y/N, especially when she was going in to buy a pregnancy test, to see if she was currently carrying the child of Loki Laufeyson, The God of Mischief, who she merely had a drunken one night stand with. How was she going to explain that to her family?
“Hey mum, dad, so i had a one night stand with the God of Mischief who also tore up most of New York a while back”
They would go batshit, she thought as she approached the checkout with the pregnancy test in hand. The line wasn’t long but it seemed like a lifetime wait for Y/N as her mind wandered into the different scenarios of what may or may not happen depending on the results of the test.
After she had paid, and stuffed the small box away, hiding it in her jacket, she made her way back to HQ. Walking quickly through the halls praying she wouldn’t bump into anyone, she managed to make it safely back to her room without having to make small talk with any of the Avengers and most importantly she never saw Loki.
Once in her room she headed straight to the bathroom, and took the test. Those next few minutes of waiting were the longest minutes of her life, if it turned out positive she thought to herself that she would keep the child, but if it’s negative it would be preferred.
The ringing of her phone timer echoed round the tile walls, indicating that it was time, time to find out if she was carrying Loki’s child. Y/N reached out her shaking hand to the counter which the test was laying on, she slowly grabbed the plastic stick dragging it towards her.
Y/N took three deep breaths before turning the test over, looking at what appeared to be...two lines appearing on the test. That could mean only one thing.
She was pregnant, and Loki was the father.
That positive pregnancy test changed Y/N’s life 5 years ago, and 5 years ago she left everything and everyone she had ever known at Avengers HQ including Loki, the father of her child. There were multiple times that Y/N tried to get a hold of Loki, to tell him about their child, their son, but whenever she tried Loki was always out on a mission or on Asgard. The more years that passed by, Y/N began to give up on reaching out to her baby daddy, as she thought that telling tales about his father to him, would be a lot better emotionally, than having to go through the time and time again disappointment of yet another day he was not able to meet his dad.
Alexander was the happiest and most joyful little boy Y/N could have ever wished for, he had amazing black hair and piercing blue eyes, the double of his father. It had been relatively hard, being a single parent to Alexander, but she managed, she also had her parents to help her out, who were surprisingly understanding when she seeked their help those 5 years ago.
A smile was stuck on Y/N’s face as though it were a tattoo, as she watched her son play around in the park, he was running up and down the ladder to the metal slide which was his favourite. The cute giggles that came from his mouth as he went down the play equipment made her heart whole.
Loki found himself back on Midgard, after a long mission, he was craving some normality again so he had left the Avengers HQ to go on a walk. In typical Loki fashion he was dressed in a fully black suit, his hair pushed behind his ears giving him his traditional Loki look in a more subtle fashion than what the usual Asgardian leather outfit he normally would be wearing.
Loki found the midgardian streets calming in a strange way, it was much different from Asgard, the busy traffic and rushing people, it was a nice change. Loki found himself walking through a park, the light breeze through the air was causing the leaves to rustle, the sound of children laughing and having fun flowed through the air, as he approached what he has now come to recognize as a play park, it was something for Midgardian children to play in and possibly make new friends. This new discovery of a play park made Loki wish that there was something similar on Asgard, as it would have made him feel a bit more normal growing up, he might have actually made friends of his own instead of having to live in Thor’s shadows and make the same friends as his brother through pity.
Loki’s thoughts were interrupted when he spotted someone familiar Y/N L/N he could recognise her from anywhere. He had always taken the biggest interest in her, she was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen, and she was smart, funny, as well as very able to take care of herself when on a mission.
He obviously remembered that amazing night they had both shared years ago, but it to Loki’s misfortune resulted in him waking up alone, to find out that Y/N had also left the Avengers completely. Of course they were both drunk, but it didn’t make it hurt any less than it did, but Loki got over it, though some part of him always had the same feelings for her as he did all those years ago.
His voice startled her, whipping her head to look at the man.
“Hello, Y/N, it’s been a while” he smiled
“Hi Loki, yeah it has, how have you been?”
“I have been good, how have you been?”
“I’ve been good, and i’m glad to see that you haven’t died on a mission”
“Yes, though there have been a few close calls” he chuckled
“So what brings you here? To the park i mean”
“Oh, well i enjoy Midgardian parks, i am still so fascinated by them, it’s so different to Asgard, i find it calming. What brings you to the park?”
“Well I -” Y/N began but her words were cut off by Alexander calling out for her.
“Mummy, Mummy, can I have some juice please?”
“Of course you can Alex”
She reached into her bag, and pulled out a juice carton and handed it to the small child, who aimlessly tried to put the plastic straw into his mouth.
Loki stared at the child, his eyebrows furrowed, it was as though he was looking at an illusion of his younger self, the child looked so much like him. Loki knew those piercing blue eyes anywhere, after all, he did look at them every morning in the mirror before leaving. But sooner than he would’ve liked, the boy was away, back playing on the slide with strange Midgardian children.
Y/N put the empty juice carton in her bag, sipping it up before facing Loki again, who’s eyes were still tracking the boy which looked eerily like him.
“That boy-” he started
“Alexander” she corrected
Loki turned to face her, his blue eyes meeting hers.
“Alexander- he, uhm, he looks an awful lot like me…”
Y/N swallowed her now built up nerves. He wasn't supposed to find out like this, or at all by this point.
“Yeah...about that do you remember that one night where we uhm, where we hooked up?”
Loki continued to stare at Y/N looking for answers, as if he were trying to read her mind.
“Yes of course I do, and right after you left without a word”
“Yeah that night, well-” she started to explain again but was cut off
“Is- is that my child?” he asked, pointing to Alexander at the top of the play equipment, having the time of his life.
Y/N who is now feeling more and more guilt by the second, spoke again.
“Y-yes he is”
“Were you ever going to tell me?”
“I was but-”
“But what Y/N? I have a child and you never told me” Loki’s voice was now rising, some people turned their heads to look at you.
“But you were always away and it got to the point that i didn’t know if you were ever going to come back-alive that is- so i didn’t want to put Alexander through that, not knowing his Father then having hope that he’s going to meet him to find out you had died”
Loki was taken aback by Y/N’s answer, it’s true that there had been times out on missions that he wasn’t sure if he was going to make it back alive or not, but for him to not be in his child’s life for 5 years has blinded his judgement. How dare she run away from him for 5 years and only make very few attempts to tell him about his son, because he wasn’t away for 5 years straight, and what about the 9 months leading up to the birth of his son? He was never away in those 9 months so what was her excuse then?
“Why didn’t you tell me you were pregnant when you found out? Why did you wait until you had to bring him with you to tell me?”
“I didn’t tell you because I was afraid”
“Afraid of what? Me?”
“No Loki don’t be stu-”
“Then what? Have I really given you the impression that I would have been mad if you would've told me all those years ago that you were pregnant with my child? Did you not know or see how much I adore children?”
“Given the attitude you’re giving me right now, yes, I feel like I had every right to think you would be mad if I told you, that you got me pregnant”
“Y/N I can assure you I would’ve supported you no matter what, even if it was just a one night stand, I loved you I would have been over the moon”
Y/N opened her mouth as if to say something, but couldn’t find anything to say. He loved her?
“I’m sorry I got angry with you, but you have to understand...I mean, I have a son that I never knew about”
“You loved me?” Y/N said completely ignoring what Loki had said.
“I still love you Y/N, but right now, this conversation can wait because I would really like to meet my son if that’s permitted”
“Of course yes, let me go get him” Y/N smiled before walking over to the play set, picking up the black haired boy and bringing him over to Loki, setting him on the ground.
Y/N kneeled down so she was eye level with her son...their son.
“Alex, this is your dad, see” she said pointing to Loki who was smiling down at the child.
“Hello Alexander” Loki said, as calm as he could so as not to shed any tears (of joy) in front of loads of midgardians, kneeling down like Y/N to get a good look at his son.
“Daddy?” Alexander looks up at Loki with teary eyes, happy to finally meet his father.
Loki nods his head smiling.
“Yes, it’s great to finally meet you, your mother has been telling me great things about you. I expect you are very well behaved?”
“Oh yes, he is very well behaved, but there is the odd occasion where he takes after his father isn’t that right Alex” Y/N chuckles, tickling the boy causing a laugh to come from his small body. Loki smiles at the sight and sound of his son laughing.
“Do you think your dad could have a hug-oof” Loki is cut off mid-sentence by Alexander, almost tackling him in the tightest hug Loki has ever received. Y/N sneakily pulls out her phone camera and snaps a photo of the scene. Loki’s eyes closed with the biggest smile on his face.
“Now Alexander” Loki started as he regretfully began to pull away from the embrace, “I see that you like the slide, would you like to show me how you work it, you see, I never had a slide when I was your age”
Alexander’s eyes grew with excitement, he quickly took Loki by the hand and began dragging him towards the play set.
“The slide is so good, when you go down it, it’s so fast you feel like you’re in the most fastest car ever” Alexander began to ramble on in his child-like manner, describing just how fun he found the slide, it was adorable to say the least.
Y/N watched on as the two played at the play set, happy that their son finally got to meet his father, and she had no doubt that Loki would be the best father possible to Alexander
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