Can I request legit anything with Loki but reader like gets to slap him IDC ITS HOT thank you x
it IS hot and people want sub!loki so that's what we're gonna do, although he's also a bit of a power bottom lmao because of course he is
bondage, slapping/pain kink, playful degradation, religious imagery, service top loki, oral f receiving and a handjob. no loki spoilers! this has nothing to do with the show! in fact in my mind it's basically thor 1 loki and takes place in asgard :)
"You look ravishing," he grinned as you stalked closer to the bed, his eyes raking over you lasciviously.
"You look good in chains," you winked in return, climbing onto the silky sheets and straddling him delicately, careful to let as little of your body touch his to keep him that little extra bit desperate.
"Have you been a good boy, Loki?" you asked playfully, trailing a finger down his chest and skipping over the chains that covered it.
"You know I haven't," he answered proudly.
"Mm, and do you think you're in need of a punishment for that?"
"Most direly," he agreed with a smirk, though that smile fell away into a gasp when you slapped him right across the face. "Ah, fuck," he sighed.
"Watch that mouth, naughty boy," you grinned. "Or I'll have to hit you again."
"Maybe you fucking should," he snarled, getting a backhand this time before another with your palm. "Oh gods, yes..."
"When you swear to the gods, are you including yourself?" you asked.
"As far as I'm concerned, you're the goddess here," he breathed. "May I worship you?"
"If you're worthy," you challenged.
"I'll earn it," he promised with a sigh. "Please, I just need you..."
You grinned and laid back, spreading your legs to let him get an eyeful of your panty-covered pussy. "Perhaps you can say a prayer at my altar."
He hissed and did his best to lean down with no arms to hold him up, laying on his stomach and burying his face between your legs, eating you out right through the lace.
"Oh, fuck," you moaned, "that's good..."
You reached down to pull the panties out of the way, moaning when his tongue licked over your folds, and then carded your fingers through his long hair.
"If you make me come, maybe I'll let you out of those chains," you bargained.
"Please come for me," he moaned against your pussy, "I want to taste you when you come, even if you don't let me out of the chains. Just need to feel you on my tongue..."
He was more desperate than usual and you weren't at all mad about it; you wrapped your thighs around his head and let your feet run up and down his chained back, stopping when his hands (bound behind his back, of course) held them gently while your hips began to rock against his face. "Fuck, I'm close," you promised, "just like that, fuck!"
He groaned inside you as you came suddenly, much faster than either of you expected, and he kept going until you had to squirm away to avoid being overstimulated.
"Sit up," you commanded him as you caught your breath, and though it took a bit of gymnastics he managed to sit back up without use of his hands. "You've been very good, which is honestly quite shocking... do you want your reward?"
"I believe there was talk of unchaining me?" he recalled. "I would like greatly to get out of these bindings and fuck you properly."
"Oh, you haven't been that good," you chuckled. "I think I'll let you come though, but just with my hand."
"No, wait--" he began to protest, but another hard slap cut him off.
"No complaining, you should just be thankful," you reminded him harshly, moving your hand down to where his cock was poking up from between the chains and leaking precum already. You wrapped your hand around the head first and focused on that, spreading his arousal and twisting your hand carefully.
"Yes," he sighed, head falling back for a moment before he looked down at the movements of your hand instead, "your hand feels good..."
He started to rock his hips into your palm, and though for a moment you considered slapping him again and demanding he stay still, you realised it would be a much better punishment to make him go through with his own idea.
You stopped moving your hand entirely, making him wrinkle his brows in confusion. "Go ahead and fuck my hand, Loki," you encouraged. "Fuck it like you'd fuck my pussy, if I let you."
"Oh, fuck," he hissed, moving his hips faster and more intentionally now as he looked down at his cock sliding through the ring your fingers formed.
"Is that really how you'd fuck me? I figured you'd do a bit better than that," you frowned, and he responded with a snarl and increasing his pace and strength. "That's better, maybe if you make it look appealing enough you can actually fuck me."
"Please," he sighed. "Let me inside you, I'll make it worth your while... I need more than your hand."
"Oh, you definitely don't. You'll come just from this, we both know that," you smiled. "You're trying not to come right now, right?"
He hesitated before he nodded, and you laughed at him openly. "Oh, that's a little sad, actually..."
He choked on the smallest whimper as he moved faster. "It's just the effect you have on me," he admitted. "I can't fuck your hand the way I would fuck your cunt, truly, because when I'm inside you I lose myself completely. I could never mimic it, I'm simply delirious whenever you let me touch you because you're simply divine-- in a way much more powerful than I am, my goddess."
"Oh, fuck," you groaned as you gave in, letting go of his cock and sitting up to release the chains. "Just fuck me."
"I didn't think you'd relent that easily," he admitted with a smirk as you bent over in front of him, feeling him already pressing his cock inside you and holding your hips tight, "but fuck, I am certainly thankful that you did... you're as perfect as I remembered, if not more."
And so was he, though you didn't say it; his cock stretched you out just right every time, and this was no exception. You moaned loudly as he thrusted, still not very fast but still with a hint of desperation palpable.
"Is this how you want me to fuck you? Tell me what to do, please," he requested weakly.
"Harder," you moaned. "And deeper... I wanna feel all of you Loki."
"As you command," he assured, moaning with you as he slammed his hips against yours, filling to you the brim with each thrust. "Oh, I may not be able to take much more of this."
"You'll take as much as I need, don't stop until I come," you demanded, "oh fuck-- faster, I know you can make me come, Loki."
He seemed to finally relax and really rail you then, holding your hips steady and fucking you brutally. You cried out in pleasure, so so close to the edge already, and you heard his own strained moans as he held himself back from coming.
"You wanna come inside me, don't you?" you noticed, looking back at his face which was covered in a blush and some sweat as well. He nodded quickly, avoiding your gaze. "Look at me, Loki," you instructed, his eyes finally meeting yours. "Make me come."
He reached around and rubbed your clit furiously, and since it was already swollen and sensitive from the last time he made you come, it took everything not to close your eyes and keep contact with his as you came with a whimper. Your channel squeezed his cock tight, so much so that he hissed through his teeth when he felt it.
"You can come," you offered flippantly, and he certainly didn't need to be told twice because he came that very instant with a broken groan, burying himself in you and filling you deep.
You sighed as you fell onto the bed exhaustedly, feeling his form slide up behind yours as he wrapped his arms around you and kissed the back of your neck.
"So, you do know how to behave," you noticed with a smile.
"When I feel like it," he laughed breathlessly in return, grabbing your face and turning it to pull you into a slow yet passionate kiss.
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.
Summary: You were an explosion waiting to happen who found love in the arms of a hurricane. Loki saw you as an angel that calmed his demons. For you, he was a savior that taught you to trust your abilities, yourself, and others. When he died, you were broken. You clung to any hope possible and watched as it all fell away. With nothing left, stories from your youth flooded back of a mysterious force that controlled time and space, and you knew that you would do anything to see him again...even if that something meant teaming up with the Time Variance Authority to capture the man you love.
Loki is confronted with a life he hasn't lived. You are confronted with a choice you weren't prepared to make.
Warnings: grief, mentions of self harm, death
main story: prologue | chapter one
moments in time (avengers era, prelude): part one
He's as angry as the hills
He's got a mind and eyes and both set to kill
Maybe he may learn to walk,
And maybe he may learn to take his time
When Loki first asked to see your powers, you were hesitant. No, hesitant was too simple a word to describe the immense anxiety that ran through you at the thought of showing him. For years, you had learned to suppress them. Hide a huge part of yourself in order to make others more comfortable. To fit in. To be invisible. Even when you had first come onto S.H.I.E.L.D.S radar, you didn’t want to do what they asked of you. You were afraid. It felt like you were always afraid.
That day, resting on the opposite side of an invisible wall from him, you both sat in silence. He had asked, and from there he gave you all of the space you needed in order to make your decision. Loki didn’t try to persuade you. He didn’t guilt trip you or egg you on. He just sat with you until you were ready. Something told you that even if the cell wasn’t keeping him from you, he still would have never forced you.
Minutes passed in quiet contemplation until you finally found the strength to look up into his eyes. There, all you saw was a gentleness that made you wonder whether this god could have ever done the things you saw him do not months earlier. How could someone with eyes so kind cause any harm?
Your hand raised slowly, and a small blue flame flickered to life in your palm. It stayed small, afraid, for a moment. When you dared to look at Loki again, his smile was big and bright. You could feel the pure glee bubbling inside of him like the shriek of a small child on Christmas. It was contagious, and soon the flame grew until the warmth encapsulated your entire body. With a little more courage, you pressed your hand to the barrier. Loki watched you with fascination and raised his own palm to align with yours.
In that moment, even though you were separated, you could feel each other. Your fears, pains, joys, and general life. The warmth spread over Loki, wrapping him in a soothing calm that he hadn’t felt in years. He had no idea how you managed to quiet the screaming in his head, but like a gift from the highest of powers, you did it. His fingers itched to touch you, and a part of him swears that he could feel your fingers laying gently against his own.
“I thought there was no magic here.” Loki's voice rings through the quiet hall as his feet guide him over to the window. His eyes reflect the passing of golden vehicles, floating in midair. His head moves to follow them, a look of awe that you hadn’t seen in years falls over his features.
“There isn’t.” You can see the small hint of a smile break out on Mobius’ face. It was the same one he gave you every time you let a bit of child-like wonder show through about some of the things you’d seen at the TVA.
The way Loki is watching everything makes you itch to talk to him. He seems so genuine and open in this moment; so much like the way he was when you last saw him in your timeline.
“It takes a little getting used to.” Your feet stop beside him and you lean against the railing to watch with him. He doesn’t look at you when you speak, but his brows scrunch up in that familiar way they do when he doesn’t quite trust or understand something. You saw it a lot when introducing him to things that were commonplace on earth, but foreign to Asgardians.
“Is it all real?” You have to think before you answer that question, still unsure of most of this yourself. “I’m honestly not sure. But I think it is.” Loki’s eyes shift over to you, watching you from the corner while the light glitters over your face. There is something unfamiliarly familiar about the feeling that radiates from you, but he can’t quite place it.
“It’s real. Now come on, we have some things to discuss.” Mobius guides you both to the elevator and you head down to the room you dread most. It was time to help Loki remember a thing or two.
“Are you taking me to be killed?” He says it nonchalantly, almost conversationally. You see right through it though. He’s really scared. He knows that they could take his life from him within seconds and that would be it. You had felt the exact same when you first came here, and you did so willingly. You can’t even imagine the anxiety he must have right now.
“No, we’re just going someplace to talk.” The three of you stop at a wide door and Mobius presses a few buttons before it opens. From where you stand behind them, you can’t see into the dark room. You know what’s inside though, you’d been here before.
Mobius quickly ushers Loki into the room and tells him to wait there. “Don’t do anything funny. We’ll only be gone for like two minutes.” He shuts the door behind Loki and turns to you expectantly. You don’t quite know what he wants, but you do know what you want, and that’s to finally be let in on the secret.
You walk to the opposite side of the small corridor, sweaty hands rubbing against your pants. “What exactly is the plan here? What are you going to show him?” You don’t look at Mobius. Part of you is terrified that Loki will find out about what the two of you were…are? More than that though, you’re scared of what’s going to happen next. Mobius hadn’t told you what deal he made with the judge, so what was waiting for Loki was a mystery and that wasn’t going to work for you.
Mobius shuffles behind you. Without looking, you know he’s fidgeting with his hands. He moves them a lot. “Look, you’re not going to like this. I really need you not to interfere without my say-so.” He sounds nervous saying it, and he definitely should be. Does he really think you’re just going to sit there like a statue while he says and does whatever he wants to Loki? You know him better than anyone else, why wouldn’t he want your help?
“No.” Although small, the word comes out strong and defiant. You turn to face him, your expression hard. He wasn’t going to tell you what to do like some well trained pet. If he wanted cooperation, you needed answers.
“I see the way he watches you. Part of him trusts you and I know he isn’t going to listen if he feels cornered. Just sit there and try not to let anything get to you, alright? You need to be with me on this one, kid.”
“Listen to what? I’m not going to be a pawn that you use to make him suffer. Why did they let him come with us? What did you promise them?” Your voice raises with each word until you nearly scream the last question. You don’t care if people hear, you don’t even care if Mobius gets angry at you. If he wasn’t going to trust you enough to clue you in to the fate of the man you love, then you couldn’t trust him enough to let him do anything in that room.
“Alright, let’s take a breath here. I made them a similar deal to what you have. He helps us with these murders, he gets to stay the way he is. He doesn’t, well…” He gives you a sympathetic look as pain flashes through your eyes. If he doesn’t, then you risk losing him again. Loki needed to trust the TVA enough to partner up with them. He needed to trust you enough to be vulnerable and honest about himself. It stung a little that you knew the Loki in that room didn’t, but you also knew what it was like to be a caged animal. You knew what he was like as a caged animal. This would work.
“Okay. Let’s do it.” You nod gently and wait for Mobius to move. When he does, your thoughts from earlier resurface and you know you have to ask. “Mobius?” He stops and turns to you, waiting for you to continue. “Are you going to show him anything about me? About what we become?”
The question hangs in the air for seconds, but it feels like an eternity. Finally, he shakes his head. “No. Nothing that I don’t need to, anyway. I’ll keep out your more…intimate moments if that’s what you want.” Looking down, you wonder if that really is what you want. Would it really be so terrible if he knew of the future that awaited him back in your timeline? If he knew how much you both would one day depend on each other?
Yes. It would.
Nothing that he would see would leave a good impression on him, and your love for him was not something you wanted to risk tarnishing. It could wait. You were willing to wait.
With that, you offer Mobius a small nod in thanks and go back in.
Loki’s head spins to watch you from his place on the steps of the room. He was looking around while you were outside. Nothing in this room made any sense to him and the small table in the center with the odd contraptions terrified him a little, though he would never admit it.
“Alright, why don’t we all take a seat.” The way Mobius said this, like most things, made it sound like a suggestion of sorts. Like you could refuse or offer an alternative option if you wanted to, but you knew that wasn’t true. While not necessarily unkind without reason, there was a silent command to most of the gentle remarks the agent made.
Mobius rounds the table and pulls out his chair. He sits there, waiting for anyone to make a move. Loki watches his every action as though he expects an attack at any moment. It doesn’t come. When his eyes find you again, you can’t help but wonder if he’s looking to you for confirmation of his safety. Why would he trust you with his well-being?
You decide to offer Loki the best you can for what you anticipate happening next; a tiny smile. It’s nothing, just a gesture of kindness that took very little effort to give. To him, it was a promise that you wouldn’t leave him alone here. A promise that he didn’t know why he sought out or even trusted. But he did.
The fizz of a soda cracks through the room as Mobius leans back and sips on the drink. Your feet travel to the side and you take a seat on the steps there. The presence of only two seats at the table tells you that there’s a chance you shouldn’t be here. That this place was made for captor and captured only. For not the first time today, you silently find yourself thanking Mobius.
Loki is clearly still cagey and nervous, but at your move to sit, he walks over to stand by the table.
“For the record, this really does feel like a ‘killing me’ kind of room.” Once again, you can feel the fear radiating behind the cool remark. Or at least you can hear it. Yeah, hear it, not feel it. Your magic doesn’t work here. You can’t feel anything, right?
“Not big on trust, are you?” Mobius’ patience is starting to grow thin as he waits for Loki to sit. Still, he remains just as open and welcoming as ever. He wants Loki to think it’s his decision to sit. He knows that forcing anything will make him shut down. That Loki fears not having a say in what occurs in his life. You hate that he knows that.
“Trust is for children and dogs. There’s only one person you can trust” Loki’s words come out with acid. Even though you’d heard them before, they still hurt. Not because your ego is damaged by his lack of faith in you, but because you recognize this exact emotion from him. The feeling of not wanting to let anyone in because it’s synonymous with a loss of power. The panic of knowing that someone else could see into your life and truly know you. The pain of wondering if you’ll ever stop being lonely, but knowing that you’d do anything in your power to ensure that no one could ever get close without being burned. You knew these exact words from Loki, and you knew that they cut him deeply to the core to say, to believe.
You’re so caught up in your thoughts that you almost miss the glance from you to Loki that Mobius’ eyes make. His sight stays on you for a little longer than what makes you comfortable. “Sure.”
Loki follows his gaze and finds you, sitting like a child. He turns away quickly.
Mobius speaks up again, this time more confidently. “I like it. Slap it on a t-shirt!”
When all eyes are off you, the weight of their gaze does not leave with it. Mobius was implying that Loki had been lying about his feelings of trust. While he was right, you knew that his open disbelief was an act of defiance that Loki would not take lightly. Suddenly, a new thought plagued your mind. Would Loki see you as the enemy if Mobius continued to use you as a meditator? As a justification to prove Loki wrong? That thought makes your stomach churn.
It takes a bit more coaxing, but Loki does sit down eventually. Arms cross over his chest and you can’t help but admire the feigned relaxed look he gives off. He’s always been an expert at staying calm and collected. It took quite a bit to force that façade to drop. Mobius would get there though, you knew it.
“I specialize in the pursuit of dangerous variants.” The faint flash of pride comes over Loki’s features. “You mean like myself?” His posture straightens ever so slightly. Fear. He thought he wanted it most for the longest time. It had taken a while for you to convince him that being feared was not a sign of respect.
Mobius takes a sip of his drink and shakes his head. “Mmm, no. I mean particularly dangerous variants. Like her.” His arm raises in your direction, the soda can being used to point you out and showcase you to the room. You know what you’re capable of, why they felt the need to have you on a permanent lock while you were here. Energy really is a funny thing. Just as easily as it can be given, it can be taken away.
Loki’s eyes find you for the seemingly hundredth time that day. Where you expect to find malice, there is only confusion. The gears work quickly in his head and his words come out very deliberately; well thought out. “They know what you do?”
You remember his refusal earlier to announce your status as an Avenger. You remember the little looks he’s given you the whole walk here and the limited information he offered when you first told him that you had met him before. Loki wasn’t sure if they knew about you and what you truly were capable of. More than that, he had made the conscious decision to not reveal anything that he wasn’t sure you wanted revealed.
Just as you open your mouth to answer him, Mobius gives you a pointed look and you close it. “Yep, we know just as much about her as we do about you. Maybe even more considering she’s been helping me out for a little while now.”
From there, questions are fired off. Something about the way Mobius knows which buttons to press sets off alarms in your head. He eggs Loki on, poking into the holes in his plan to one day rule the nine realms. You can see the quiet storm as it awakens behind his eyes. Mobius treats him as you often saw Thor do so; asking just the right questions to get him talking and spouting out what you knew to be lies he was force-fed. Although Mobius was doing everything right to come off as non-judgmental, it leaves both you and Loki guarded. His arms move animatedly, inviting anyone else to be half as open as he is, but no one takes the bait. That’s the problem, you suddenly understand. It feels like bait.
With the hit of a button, a holograph of New York comes to life on the large screen in front of you all. Loki turns to watch the pixels come to life and rework themselves multiple times until an image of your old team stares back at him.
“What is this?” He looks away, and you know it’s because he can’t stand to look into the eyes of people he knew were in the right. Not when the evil they had fought was himself.
Mobius picks up his soda and leans back as though this is some fun movie to watch. “It’s a sampling of your greatest hits.”
The images and mix of emotions leaves your head a wreck. Your fingernails scratch into the skin of your palm, a nervous habit you picked up after years of trying to find a distracting release for your built up energy. Your shoulders stiffen and, just like Loki, you don’t manage to be able to watch the screen for more than a second. Unlike him though, it’s because for you it serves as a constant reminder of people you may never see again. Too much that you can never get back.
More images flash and your discomfort grows. You can see Loki shuffle in his seat. When Phil Coulson’s death plays out, you decide that trying to watch isn’t worth it anymore. Tears spring to your eyes as you recall the numerous times the S.H.I.E.L.D. agent had tried to help guide you when you first came to the tower. Tony had been your lifeline, but he wasn’t always available to help with the smaller things. Some things you needed to figure out on your own, but Coulson never really let you feel too lonely. He was there to eat breakfast with you or walk with you to the training grounds. Little things, maybe even too small for most people to care about. They had meant something to you though.
“Do you enjoy hurting people? Making them feel afraid?” You wonder if this is an actual question, or if Mobius just wants to make him hurt. Your nails press a little harder into your skin with each pass.
“Your games don’t frighten me. I know what I am!” Loki’s voice cuts through the room like a blade. It makes your heart squeeze to hear the distress, but you stay quiet. Mobius, on the other hand, doesn’t flinch before he bites back, “A murderer?”
That strikes a chord with you and you instantly sit up, taking in a loud, shocked breath. Every single person you knew and trusted had done things that they regretted, things that they could never take back. They could only move forward and do whatever they could to make amends for the damage they caused. Using past mistakes as ammunition in arguments, weaponing major faults that could not be erased...that wasn't something you and Loki did to each other. You knew Mobius was just trying to spur him on, but that one caught you off guard. Certain accusations were said so easily but caused damages that would take years to fix.
Mobius gives you a sharp glare, reminding you that outbursts were not a part of his plan. You sit back again. This wasn’t going to be the worst of it and the resounding threat of being dismissed kept hanging over your head. Instead, you resort back to focusing your anxiety to the palm of your hand. It hurt, but being forced to leave would hurt far more. Loki’s head moves the slightest bit, just enough to catch your distress before his eyes harden with determination. When he speaks, the words seem to address you just as much as the agent in front of him. “A liberator.”
Mobius felt like a threat to Loki. He knew he was losing him. “All I seek is a deeper understanding of the fearsome God of Mischief.”
“Liar.” Loki stands and faces you with a questioning look. He wasn’t getting the truth from Mobius, but something told him that you would offer some answers. He had very little experience with you, but what he did have told him that you were not one to turn away an individual seeking guidance. There was a purity to you that he recalled from his time on Midgard. You wanted to help him even as he threatened everything you loved. There was goodness to you.
Loki walks toward you, stopping just a few feet from you as you rise to meet him. He’s so close, you can almost feel him. The spark. You can’t use your powers here, but the spark has to still be there. You swear it is. You haven’t been this close to Loki face to face since the last time you saw him back in your own timeline. It had been numerous excruciatingly long years of grief and pain, followed by however long you’d spent here without him. Tears welled in your eyes, but you had to force them back. He wouldn’t understand why you were crying. He might even take it as reason to lash out against Mobius even more.
“What is truly going on here? Please, tell me.” His eyes plead with you in a way that you only remember from some of your most intimate and vulnerable moments with him. You can’t tell him everything, but you can at least let him in on what he can do to make this all end with a little less pain.
“I know it doesn’t all make sense right now, but you need to cooperate. He just needs to know he can trust you.” You desperately try to express to Loki how serious this is. How real it all is.
He closes the distance a little more, staring you down with such intensity that you feel you may never recover from it. He’s so afraid, but the fact that he turned to someone he very recently saw as an enemy for help...well, that made you wonder if maybe the way he felt about you wasn’t so far removed from the way he would have had he stayed.
Loki saw the rapid thoughts working in your brain. He wanted nothing more than to have them stop. To allow you to relax for even a moment. There had to be a reason nothing you were thinking was being said out loud. You had told him something though. He could trust that, couldn’t he? His hand seems to move of its own accord. It comes up gently to reach for you, and when he notices, he makes the conscious effort to continue the movement.
You can feel him as he reaches for you. There’s that spark again. Your powers are controlled here. You’re imagining it. You’ll take the fantasy though, because you know that you haven’t felt his energy in so long. His fingers are centimeters away and your breath hitches as your eyes meet his again, waiting to feel his hand on your arm. Just as he is about to make contact, just as the energy that radiates within feels as though it’s about to finally hold you again, he’s gone.
Your eyes search the room in a panic as Loki is once again taken from you. When you find him, he’s back in the chair at the center of the room. You can’t feel him anymore.
“Alright, let’s refocus here. I think this one’s gonna fire you up.” Mobius touches the dial and the screen reworks to show Loki in Germany. Loki doesn’t even look up at the screen, choosing instead to face you once more.
"Why does he need to feel as though I am trustworthy?" He leans forward in his seat to test the limits, trying to get closer to you without triggering another reset by Mobius.
You want to answer, offer him any and all comfort he needs in order to feel as though he isn't someone's prey. You know you can't though, not with Mobius watching. And he most definitely is watching.
You don’t even dare meet Loki’s gaze, knowing that you’d give in within seconds. Instead, you find Mobius staring straight at you. He shakes his head just the slightest bit and his face tells you everything you need to know. You weren’t going to get another chance. He knew you had too much to lose and you weren’t going to risk it. You couldn’t.
Letting out a shaky sigh, you lean back again and focus on the floor in front of you. Loki stares between you and the agent and shakes his head in disbelief. You weren’t going to help him anymore.
“So you work for them.” When he scoffs, it’s cynical and filled with a judgement that only thinly veils the betrayal he feels. As much as it hurts, you completely understand. He thought there was a common enemy between the two of you. That he could trust you and look to you for some comfort. Now he thinks you’re one of them and you hate it, but in a way it’s the truth.
He turns away from you then and rises, walking to stand before you and Mobius. His eyes land on the ceiling and his hands frantically move with frustration.
“I don’t have to listen to this. I am on the verge of acquiring everything I am owed. And when I do, it will be because I did it, not because you or the Time Variance Authority allowed me to!” His voice rises with each word until he’s nearly yelling. Everything he says is laced with desperation and you know that he’s on the verge of breaking.
When he speaks next, it’s aimed directly at you. “Honestly, you’re pathetic! Weak, irrelevant, a detour on my ascent!” You visually flinch at that. There was so much that he observed in so little time. At this point, what he knew of you was what he witnessed in his fight with the Avengers. It was so limited, but it was enough.
Loki knew exactly how to hurt you. When he had been on Midgard, he saw the way you acted with the other members of your team. The insecurity. The fear that you weren’t worthy of them. That you weren’t strong enough to trust yourself with the powers you held. He noticed it all.
In that moment, he saw the way his words affected you and although he had aimed to hurt you, make you feel as insecure as he did in this unfamiliar place, your pain brought him no joy. It offered no excitement or satisfaction. His words were untrue and he knew it. For reasons he could not explain, part of him hoped you did too.
“You know what? You’re going to start taking things seriously.” The dial switches once again to reveal a chained Loki. Panic rises in your throat. This is the crescendo.
Loki turns to the screen and watches, disbelief washing over him. He fights Mobius on the validity of what he is seeing, not wanting to believe that the TVA has insight into things that have yet to occur for him. It’s all true though.
When Frigga’s image comes to life, you know you have to break your silence. That was too far.
“Mobius, stop!" He glares at you for the outburst, but quickly looks away. What you hoped would end the scene, only pushes it forward as it incites determined curiosity in Loki. He watches the screen intently.
"Show me." His voice is soft, the light of the screen reflecting off of glassy eyes. Loki's mother was one of his weakest points. The relationship he had with her was unlike any he had with the other members of his family. She was kind, understanding. Two things that Loki sought desperately.
Her death played out, accompanied by Mobius' harsh words. The accusations flowed naturally, not even accusations really. Just truth. Painful, cold truth.
"No. Where is she? I don't believe you!" Your heart breaks when Loki speaks. He watches the scene, eyes unwavering. It's the first time you've seen his eyes lock onto the image the entire way through. He can't look away.
"That's the proper flow of time and it happens again and again because it has to! " Mobius pushes him. This is it. This is how he plans to break the god.
Loki's desperate cries fall to you when he realizes Mobius won't answer. He goes to you, pleading once again for any sign of deceit on the screen's part. There is none and you know it. Tears spring to your eyes, and this time you can't stop them from falling to your cheeks
"Please, tell me where they're keeping her." His breath comes out shaky.
"I'm so sorry, Loki." The tears continue to fall. His head shakes back and forth in quiet disbelief.
"You weren't born to be king, Loki. You were born to cause pain and suffering and death. That's how it is, that's how it was, that's how it will be. All so that others can achieve their best versions of themselves." Once again, your family comes to life on the screen. You despise that Mobius is using you against him. You hate that he’s implying that Loki can’t be good. He’s wrong.
Before he can continue, a hunter enters the room. She calls Mobius out, saying something about an urgent situation.
Mobius points to Loki. “You don’t go anywhere.” Then, he directs his hand to you. "You. Come with me" Rising you follow them out and let the door shut behind you.
Out in the hall, the hunter yells at Mobius for interfering with Loki’s trial. You tune her out, completely tired of hearing the same monotonous accusations. When she leaves, you turn back to re-enter the room. Before you can open the door, Mobius catches your arm.
“Hey, no more outbursts. I don’t want to make you leave, but you’re kinda pushing me into a corner here.” As much as you hate it, you nod. You’re just itching to get back to Loki. If you could choose to never be apart from him again, you’d sacrifice anything it took to make that so.
“Okay, I’ll be quiet.” Mobius looks at you a second longer. When he finds what he’s searching for, he lets you go.
The heavy door opens slowly, but before you even enter, you know something’s wrong. Loki’s presence is gone.
Mobius reacts faster than you do, coming up behind you and throwing his hands up to stop at his hips. He lets out a frustrated sound, not quite aggressive, but fed up all the same. How he didn’t see this coming, you have no idea.
A small smile creeps onto your lips. You can’t help it. Of course in a place that he has no knowledge of, with technology that is completely foreign to him and a concept of time that makes no sense in his mind, he still finds a way to escape.
"Come on, we gotta find him." Mobius rushes over to the door, opening it and walking out. You don't follow. Instead, you walk over to the center of the room and take a seat in one of the empty chairs. When he notices, his head pokes back in to question you.
"You coming?" You shake your head immediately. "No. I'm going to wait for him here."
Mobius sighs and enters the room again.
"Hey, kid. I know I was a little harsh on you, but are you really gonna leave his fate to that hunter? He'll be erased instantly if she finds him first. You don't want that, I know you don’t." His attempt to reason with you falls on deaf ears because there was nothing to reason. You aren't being difficult. You're being smart.
"He's coming back here. I'm not going to chase him around. He shouldn't feel like he has to run from me." Mobius rubs the bridge of his nose, hands coming up in exasperation.
"So you’re not gonna help?" You just sit up in your chair and fold your hands. "Mobius, I already told you he'd be back. If you don't trust me, that's on you."
"Alright, suit yourself." His footsteps echo as he leaves. The door slams behind him, but you don't flinch. It spoke wonders to you that you were expected to entrust everything to Mobius and he couldn't even give you the benefit of the doubt here. You knew Loki better than anyone, that's why you were here. Him not believing you was annoying, but you ultimately didn't care. He doesn't need to completely trust you. Only Loki does.
So, you sit and wait. He's going to return here. His future, the life he hasn't lived yet, it's here and all too tempting an offer to ignore. They can chase him around the entire TVA, but you know you'll only find him in this room. Alarms blare outside and the small communications device you carry chirps to life with a warning about a "rogue variant." The notice to erase on sight worries you, but you know Loki well enough. He won't get caught. Not by them, anyways.
A soft whoosh sounds from the corner of the room, putting an end to your fears.
"I noticed your absence in their little search party." Loki strolls over to where you sit. He’s slightly out of breath and you wonder if he had a close call.
"I knew you'd be back." Your fingers fiddle with your shirt. You hadn't been alone with him in a while.
"Ahh, and how exactly did you know that? Did your time lords tell you?" His voice is mocking and spiteful. You expect nothing less.
"No. I'm not even allowed my powers here. If they're talking to anyone, it's not me." His steps falter, stopping to think about what you said.
"They've taken your magic from you too?"
"It was one of the first things they did when I got here." Loki begins to pace again.
"So, why do you work for them? What good does it do you?" Your fingers stop fiddling, allowing your shirt to fall flat.
"I was looking for someone. I know you think it's crazy, but losing my powers was a trade I was willing to make." His eyes meet yours, stopping in front of your seat to fully look at you.
"You speak in past tense. Did you find them?" Your gaze drops and he tilts his head in an attempt to keep contact with you.
When your eyes raise to meet his again, you know that he sees it. If you still had your powers, you wouldn't be able to control the emotions and memories that escape you. "I did."
Loki’s brows raise, and although he has no logical way of knowing, he does.
"What reason do you have to search for me?" You can't look at him anymore. It's too much. You don't want to force anything on him and telling him that you loved him more than life itself would be doing exactly that.
"Loki, I can't…" It breaks your heart, but if he’s going to love you, it has to be his choice. It has to be something he wants, even now. Not just something he thinks is part of some plan. It's not. Not anymore. Not in this timeline.
"Do you know how to work this?" He motions to the monitor on the table in front of you.
"I do." Loki nods and takes the seat across from you.
"If I ask you to show me, will you?" Your hesitation is brief, but he catches it.
"You can omit anything you feel necessary. All I ask is that I see the end." His hand reaches for yours, stopping to hover just above it. Sparks. Looking down, you can't see them but you know they're there.
He's not begging, not demanding or forcing. He's just asking. Your hand reaches up to close the distance and the fuzzy feeling of energy engulfs your joined palms. Magic doesn't work here. It becomes something you have to keep reminding yourself because you know this feels too familiar. Too comforting.
Your eyes lock and you know you'd give him the nine realms if he asked.
"Okay." Your other hand moves the dial, speeding through memories until he tells you to stop. His eyes don't blink as he rewatches the events in Germany and New York. He watches Frigga’s death again, squeezing your hand slightly as she falls to the floor. He sees himself betray Thor. Watches as he yells at you with so much ferocity that he can't believe you'd dare touch him now. He doesn't question you when images quickly flash of the two of you together. Too many to be considered nothing. You worry, but he doesn't stop you. Asks for nothing that you don't willingly give.
Odin's funeral, the proud words of a father he barely recognizes. Conversations with his brother that prove his devotion and love, things he never thought he'd share out loud. More images flash of time lost.
It isn't until Ragnarok that he asks you to stop again. His eyes glisten as he watches himself stands beside his brother, victorious against Hela. You skip over the destruction of his home, but stop as your greatest fear approaches. Now, it's your turn to squeeze his hand. Your breath hitches as tears fall. You can't watch this. You just can't
Loki notices this immediately. The screen freezes, purple tinting your features and reflecting off of your watery eyes. He knows what's next by the sheer devastation marring your features. Your heartbreak twists his own, a grip closing around his heart.
"Which button is it?" Your finger grazes over the control and he grasps your trembling hand in his, gently moving it aside as he leans over to push it. Your eyes shut tight.
You can hear everything. Feel when Loki begins to shake. Your own heart beats rapidly in your chest, painful stabs threaten to rip it out as the shuddering snap of his neck echoes throughout the room. Thor's cries shake you to your core, reminding you of the countless months spent holding each other as you grieved.
A sudden bright light engulfs the room, bathing you in the explosion that permanently ended his file. When you finally feel it's safe, your eyes open to find Loki still watching the empty screen.
"Loki?" He takes in a shuddering breath, lip trembling as tears threaten to spill. Loki suddenly stands, releasing your hand and laughing humorlessly.
"Glorious purpose." The once ambitiously driven words are now riddled with spite.
Just as you rise to comfort him, a hunter breaks through the doors. She halts, defensively raising her weapon to point at Loki. You don’t even think, just frantically move to stand between the two of them.
“I’ve got everything under control. You can stand down.” Your hands raise and you’re unsure if it’s to calm the situation or act as a shield in case she attacks. Not that you’d do any good if she touched you with the weapon.
"I don't answer to you." She raises the weapon higher, no longer in defense but instead to attack. Loki doesn’t trust her in the slightest and he is unwilling to see how this plays out if he does nothing. Not just because he knows she can kill him, but because he has a creeping suspicion that you wouldn’t move to allow her to get to him. You’d die first and the rapidly moving scenes he witnessed on the screen made that suspicion feel a little too solidified to risk.
She steps closer to you and it triggers Loki into action. His arm quickly pushes you behind him, knocking the hunter backwards with a forceful kick. He successfully moves the fight further away from you, using the centuries of training he’s had to stave her off. In between punches, he rips the collar off of his neck and slams it on to the hunter’s with a yell. His hand snakes around to grab the remote and he quickly presses a button that makes her vanish.
The remote in his hand fuels his anger. Anger at the situation. At the TVA and the power they hold. Frustration with his inability to make decisions without the looming knowledge of some time lizards. Rage of knowing that there is an entire life he will never get to lead. Love he may never feel.
When his eyes land on you, a new feeling rushes forth. You had been completely destroyed at his death. You, with the ability to feel everything and nothing if you chose to. You had cried for him, mourned him, even as he sat holding your hand. He knew that there was so much that you were keeping from him, but he didn’t care. He didn’t need to see it or be told. Even stripped of your magic, you could make him tremble with the intensity with which you felt. Even without seeing it all play by play on the large screen, he knew there was something there.
Thinking about what that hunter was ready to do to you causes the anger to bubble up once more. He looks down at the remote in his hands, spinning it until the hunter flashes before him. As soon as she appears, she’s gone again. His fingers rapidly spin the dial, not showing any signs of stopping as he finally has an outlet for all of the pent up emotion he had been feeling.
When her voice comes out strangled and pleading, you move toward him and place a hand on his arm.
“Loki, stop.” Your words barely seem to register, fingers still moving, spinning faster with each passing second. “Loki, give me the remote.”
His fingers continue, arm nearly flinging you off as he turns the dial faster. The hunter’s gasps go in and out relentlessly. You can’t take it anymore. You don’t know what will happen if he continues, what repercussions it could have or damage it could do to the hunter.
“Loki, stop it! You’re hurting her!” Finally, your words pierce him. His hand pauses as she disappears again. When he looks into your frightened eyes, he throws the remote down and turns away. You were scared, but not of him. How could he know that though? He couldn't. He didn’t.
“I don't enjoy hurting people.” You walk over to the steps and sit. His eyes follow you the whole way. “I don't enjoy it.” You knew he repeated it just as much for himself as for you. He doesn’t want you to see him as a monster, but more than that, he doesn’t want to believe he is either. It was a fight he had constantly in your timeline. A constant struggle that you often aided with the comforting warmth of your powers. You couldn’t offer powers now though. You could only offer an ear and unwavering understanding.
“I know, Loki.” You motion him over, extending the invitation for him to sit beside you. Loki’s brows knit together, your willingness to actually hear him out causing a warmth to spread through him. Not only did you show no hesitation in wanting him to sit by you, your body language was open, allowing yourself to be vulnerable to any attack he may give. You trust him, even after everything you’d seen him do.
Loki takes the invitation, sitting beside you and finally allowing himself to breathe. Finally letting his guard down after so much time spent carrying its crushing weight.
“I do it because I have to, because I've had to.” The intentional correction isn’t lost on you. He knows what he did was wrong. He doesn’t want to live a life in fear anymore.
“Because it's part of the illusion. It's the cruel elaborate trick conjured by the weak to inspire fear.” You reach your hand out to hold his, but pull back quickly when the sound of footsteps fill the room..
Mobius stops in the far corner, watching. "A desperate play for control. You were right, kid. He came back." Loki’s walls rise back up, but not all the way. If you trusted Mobius enough to work beside him, perhaps he could as well.
“I’m a villain.”
You shake your head adamantly and search his eyes, desperately trying to tell him everything you can’t put into words. “You’re not.”
“That's not how we see it. Loki, we need you.” This catches Loki’s attention, guiding his focus to the agent in front of him. He stands, offering a hand out to you. You take it and he helps you rise.
"A fugitive variant has been killing my men. Our little energy bar here has been helping me look, but we need an expert.” Your eyebrows furrow. You had a feeling Mobius had been hiding something from you.
“So you need the God of Mischief to help you solve it. What makes me an expert?” Mobius says nothing, instead opting to look at you.
“Tell him.” Your jaw clenches. Your thoughts finally return to the church. The horned devil and knives. Mobius had known the whole time.
Loki turns to you expectantly. You take in a deep breath, bracing yourself.
“The variant is you.” His eyes widen, unsure of what you’re saying and nervous of what it meant. That same anxiety fills you. This other Loki...they’re not the same. They’re a different Loki. This person standing next to you is the Loki that you know, not the one you’re hunting. You had been sure it was him before, but you didn’t know if it was your Loki. Now you did.
“What do you say? Are we a team?” Mobius looks between the two of you, a small smile beginning to form on his lips.
Loki holds your gaze and you both ask the same silent question: are you?
Yes. The answer would always be yes.
a/n: ahh chapter two is done! im so excited to hear what you guys think. i really do appreciate any comments and interactions that you guys are kind enough to give, so please dont be shy! have a lovely day angels!
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
Everyone has forgotten your birthday, expect your loving boyfriend Loki who has a special evening planned for you.
When you woke up this morning you were so excited. But now, you couldn’t wait for this day to be over. The whole day went by and everyone had forgotten it was your birthday. There were no text messages from friends, no cards in the mail, not even your parents had bothered to call you. At work no colleague had congratulated you, there wasn’t even a cake – apparently the office tradition broke with you. And adding to your misery, Loki was still in Asgard and you had no idea when he would be back. For a moment you though about leaving a message for Heimdall, Loki had taught you how. But you didn’t feel like yelling to the sky, to a men you never met, only for him to tell your boyfriend that you were sad. And then what? You would only wonder the rest of the night if Loki had gotten your message or if he also didn’t care like everyone else.
Deciding against leaving a message you drove the rest of the way home in silence. By the time you arrived at your house you were actively holding back your tears. Somehow you had hoped that maybe it was all a trick and there would be a surprise party at your house. But there were no cars and you didn’t see the lights on in your house. You sat in your cars for a few minutes, taking a few deep breaths. You would just order a pizza, watch a movie, and go to bed. At least it was weekend now, and you could spend the weekend doing all the things you love like reading, baking, playing the piano and maybe buy a few more plants. You rumbled through your purse, looking for your keys. You got out of the car and opened your front door. You entered your hallway and the first thing you noticed was that there were lights on, and you could clearly hear someone walking around in the kitchen.
You briefly wondered how you didn’t see the lights from the outside of the house, you should have. But panic rises as you realized that someone was in your house. The problem was that your phone had died, so you needed the phone in your living room. But once you would call the person inside your house would hear, and that could lead to a very bad situation. You put your purse and keys down as quietly as you could. You grabbed an umbrella and slowly made your way to the kitchen. If you played this right you could knock the person out, tie them up and then call the police. With the umbrella in your hand, you slowly opened the kitchen door. There was a man in front of the furnace, standing with his back to you, but you recognized him immediately.
‘Loki?’ you asked.
He turned around and smiled brightly at you. ‘Happy birthday, love’ he said.
You immediately ran towards him and he opened his arms to catch you. It took a moment for the two of you to let go of each other. When you did he kissed you.
‘I missed you’ he said.
‘I missed you too. How are you even here? I thought you had to remain there until the end of the month?’ you asked him.
‘Darling, like I ever was going to miss your birthday’ he smirked.
Normally, you would laugh. But the remark hurt and you started to cry. Loki’s happy expression changed into a worried one. He pulled you closer and let you cry against his chest.
‘What’s wrong?’ he asked when you stopped crying.
‘Nothing’ you mumbled, nuzzling closer to his chest. You didn’t want to admit it that everyone forgot your birthday.
Loki grabbed your shoulders, moved a bit away from you so he could look at your face. ‘Tell me’
You stared at the ground until a finger under your chin made you face Loki again. You sighed. ‘You’re the first person to remember today’ you said, your voice barely higher than a whisper.
You saw the hurt in Loki’s eyes before he pulled you into another tight hug. ‘That’s awful’ he whispered.
‘I’m really glad you’re here’ you said back.
‘Me too, and I will do everything in my power to make you happy tonight’ he said.
‘But why are you holding an umbrella? It isn’t raining?’ he asked.
You broke the hug and put the umbrella on the ground next to the door. ‘Ah, well. The lights were off, but when I entered I saw them on and heard you in here. I thought you were an intruder’ you explained a bit sheepishly.
‘And you were going to attack me with an umbrella?’ he cocked one of his eyebrows in amusement.
You shoved him ‘Shut up, that was the best plan I could think off’
He just laughed a little. ‘Sorry to startle you. The lights would be my doing. I really wanted tonight to be a surprise’ he explained.
How he did the trick with the lights you didn’t ask. You knew that once Loki started to talk about magic, he would be talking for hours on end. The kitchen timer went off and you noticed that Loki had something in the over. You were curious and tried to look passed him, but he blocked your view.
‘Go sit at the dining table. I have a few surprises for you tonight and you are far to curious, kitten’ he mused.
You wanted to protest, but the look of excitement on his face was way too adorable to ruin. So, you did as you were told. You walked to the dining room that was just across the hall. When you entered you froze. Not only had Loki already set the table, there also was a large bouquet of roses, candles were burning and your favourite wine was in a wine cooler. This was by far the most romantic thing anyone had ever done for you. You sat down in your chair when Loki walked in with two plates, covered by a lid.
‘You like it?’ he asked
‘I love it’ you smiled at him.
He sat the plates down and instead of removing the lid, grabbed the bottle of wine. He poured you a glass, which was thoughtful, but you suspected that he liked to drag out his surprise meal a little longer. He poured another glass for himself and sat down. He sat very close next to you, adding to the intimate dinner. Finally, Loki removed the lid from the plate and you saw your meal. It was your favourite, steak with red wine sauce, oven baked potatoes covered in herbs and green beans. It tasted amazing and suddenly you realized that Loki didn’t cook.
‘How did you manage this? I thought you couldn’t cook?’ you asked.
‘I wanted to do something special so, I learned this dish’ he explained a bit flush.
‘Hmm, don’t you remember early in our relationship that you explicitly stated that Gods don’t cook?’ you teased him.
Loki grabbed your hand kissed the back of it. ‘He does for the one he loves’ he said, making you fluster and blush. He smirked at the effect his words had on you. The rest of dinner the two of you talked about what had happened in the three weeks he was away. Loki, of course, had many stories that involved tricking and annoying Thor. Once you finished your meal Loki grabbed the plates and told you he was right back. He came back with a large slice of cheesecake the two of you shared. He told you proudly that he also made the dessert himself. When the two of you were finished you started to clean up, but Loki stopped you. He conjured up a blindfold and you looked questioningly at him.
‘I don’t want you to see just yet’ he mused.
You rolled your eyes but let him put on the blindfold. He steered you through the house. When he told you to stand still you felt him move in front of you. He undid the blindfold and once it was off he moved to the side.
‘Surprise’ he mused.
You gasped when you saw. Loki had set up an enormous blanket fort in your living room. There were blankets, large pillows and he had al kind of snack set up on the table. There was a string of light that gave the whole room a romantic vibe. The fort was placed so you could still see the tv, there were multiple DVDs laying in front of it. Next to de DVDs there were several board games.
‘Remember our first movie marathon and we spontaneously build a blanket fort?’
‘Of course I do. That was the night you asked me on our first official date.’ you whispered a bit overwhelmed by his surprise.
‘A date that went so terrible you actually told me that the blanket fort was a much better date’ he mused.
‘Well yeah, you got us kicked out of the restaurant before our starters even came. It was pouring outside and you lost the car key’ you laughed. ‘But walking in the pouring rain with you turned out to be fun’ you added.
Loki grabbed your hand and guided you to the fort. He sat down and put you between his legs. The rest of the night the both of you cuddled, talked a lot, and played the games. A few hours later you decided to put on a movie.
‘Thanks for the amazing evening. This night was really the best gift you could have given me’ you said hallway through the movie.
‘Did you really think that this was your gift?’ he said.
You squirmed out of his grasp. Loki overdramatically sighed but laughed at your giddy attitude. He reluctantly let you go, so you could bounce up and down, excited to see what he was about the give you. He conjured up a small dark green box. When you reached for it he pulled it away.
‘I think I deserve a kiss first’ he smirked.
You rolled your eyes but started to kiss him. Knowing Loki, he would demand another kissed so, you made out with him for a while. The moment he lowered his hands around your waist you grabbed the box.
‘And they say I don’t play fair’ he teased.
You ignored his comment and opened the box. Inside the box was a beautiful golden necklace with a snake on it. The snake was in a s-form and there was a tiny green stone for the eyes.
‘It’s beautiful’ you said.
Before Loki could reply you grabbed his shirt and pulled him in for another kiss. He just laughed at your action and took the box from you, once you were done. He took out the necklace and you turned your back towards him. You removed your hair and he fastened the necklace around your neck. When it was in place you turned around and Loki pulled you flush against him.
‘Thank you, for everything’ you said.
‘I’m glad that you liked it all’ he said to you.
You kissed him again, more slowly this time. Loki moved his lips with yours and you felt his tongue asking for permission. You opened your mouth and he slid his tongue inside, exploring every inch. You moaned slightly in the kiss. Your hands were under his shirt and his were caressing your upper body. You stopped kissing him and pulled his shirt over his head. For a moment you stared at him, and you noticed Loki slightly blushing under your gaze.
‘Let’s make this more fair’ he whispered.
He removed your shirt and unclasped your bra in one smooth motion. He laid you down on your back and started to kiss your neck. He moved lower and swirled his tongue over every inch of your breasts. You were extremely aroused and your nipples were hard by the time he was done. You were breathing fast underneath him. He brought his head up to yours and kissed you deeply. He laid on his side next to you. His hand slowly trailed from your cheek down to your breasts. He pinched your nipple, earning him a gasp from you. He moved lower and undid the button of your pants. You eagerly kissed him back and stroked his naked chest. His fingers slipped between your folds. Once his fingers were wet with your arousal he circled your clit. He swallowed every moan and whimper that left your lips with his own mouth.
You felt the pleasure wash over you. Loki slowly circled your clit until your orgasm had subsided. He retracted his fingers and licked them clean.
‘You look very pretty when you come undone for me’ he whispered in your ear.
He pulled of your pants and underwear. Once you laid naked before him he removed his own. When his erect cock sprung free you licked your lips. You wanted to get up, to suck his cock, but Loki laid you back down.
‘Tonight, is about you’ he said.
He was on top of you and stroked his erect cock against your wet folds and your clit. In one smooth motion he pushed himself inside of you. Your legs automatically hooked around his waist and Loki started a slow pace. His eyes didn’t leave yours, unless he was kissing your mouth, neck or whispering in your ear. He whispered how beautiful you looked, how much he loved you and how incredible you felt around his cock. Because of the slow movements and your wetness, you could really feel every movement he made. Every movement was deliberate, it really felt like you were the only thing that existed for him right now.
To your surprise he stopped. Before you could ask, he rolled the two of you around. You were on top of him and due to gravity felt his cock slid deeper inside of you. Hitting just the right spot. You started to ride him in the same slow pace as him. It truly was a sight to have Loki lay underneath you, moaning and praising you. Once you felt your orgasm build up, you started to ride him faster. His hands went to your bouncing boobs and he started to play with them. This was definitely the most intense sex the two of you ever had, normally there were a lot of games and Loki was an enormous tease. Loki started to moan shamelessly underneath you, but you were doing the same at this point. When he started to circle your clit with his fingers you came undone immediately. You felt Loki’s cock twitch inside of you and his seed spill. After a few more thrusts you collapsed half on top of him. Once your and his breathing had gone back to normal you pulled him out of you. He immediately grabbed you back and laid you close to his chest.
He was stroking your arms. Goosebumps were forming and you started to shiver a little. Loki grabbed a blanket form nearby and pulled it over the two of you. He nuzzled his head in the crook of your neck and pulled you as close as he could.
‘This really is the best birthday I ever had’ you said.
‘It’s far from over yet, love’ Loki said while starting the kiss your neck and trailed his fingers to your clit.
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 👉🏻👈🏻
Summary: Story set nearer the Viking Age. You were a Greek sea goddess who crossed paths with the god of mischief. Continuation of previous chapter. Waking up together, you and Loki make up for lost time with some well earned intimacy. But after returning to Asgard once more, he finds the net of suspicion growing tighter as Thor, Sif, and the warriors three begin to take notice and turn their attention further to him. Later, while you confess a little to Muninn, Loki also faces the self realization of his own deepening emotion.
Warnings: *contains smut* This chapter includes sex, mention of masturbation, ejaculation, and Loki wanting the reader to show a little more confidence/dominance in bed.
Just as every time before, Loki again woke before you. In the silence, he could even hear the soft sounds of the snow still falling lightly against the cabin’s roof. Only that and your soft breathing beside him.
As he shifted he could also feel just the slightest remnants of sand against the mattress, scraping his skin. Something he’d probably just have to get used to he thought, now looking back over at you.
The dull remnants of last night’s headache still remained, but far weaker and entirely manageable as he felt his normal mental clarity had returned. He’d left the doors to his quarters in Asgard locked before leaving last night. And those at the palace could all assume he was still sleeping off that alcohol fueled haze, buying him a little more time now.
But borrowed time was all it was. Though it was still so strange. Never would have he expected to find anything or anyone in Midgard that he was willing to work for in this way. To scheme and plot incessantly it felt like these days just to try and make this all work out in his favor.
Was he actually still afraid though? Was that really what it was? Fear that something so unexpectedly found, could be all the easier lost? Of course, initially when he’d thought of all the ways this could go wrong, there was always someone else to blame.
Odin primarily if his Father would not accept the relationship. Possibly Thor if his brother would somehow charm you in that inexplicable way of his, just as he had already taken their family’s and their people’s attention without even trying.
But for the very first time, Loki was having new, rogue thoughts.
Because what if it was only himself? What if he was the one that would fail to know how to capture this? What if he didn’t know how to maintain it? That had never been a concern before.
People had entered his bed in the past, and they had left it. He never missed them. He might miss the feeling. But if he ever did, he just found another. It was all the same.
But what happened when he didn’t want another? What in the gods’ names did someone do then? He did not like that new uncertainty. Not at all.
He’d fantasized about you one day standing beside his throne before now, yes. But fantasies were often fleeting. And just claiming a trophy was not the same as this, whatever this was. A foreign sense, almost comparable to dread was now creeping into his mind as he looked at your sleeping face.
Yet he refused to be a coward either. His pride competing with his uncertainty as he grazed his hand down the side of your cheek. He wouldn’t make the same mistake of yesterday morning at least. He wouldn’t wait so long to the point that he’d have to rush back to Asgard wholly unfulfilled again.
No, he felt you’d now slept long enough, his hand then tracing further down your naked form beside him as he leaned in to begin kissing your neck.
Yet even with the touches, you only shifted slightly. Closer to him even instead of away as he smirked despite himself against your skin. How anyone could sleep so deeply, he did not know. Were you really so trusting?
Did you trust him?
You hadn’t initially. He knew this as he remembered that first day he’d ever seen you. As you hid behind those trees with your spear clutched, yet wholly to him looking like you’d never once driven the weapon through anyone at all.
You were nervous he thought, especially when his illusion had caught you off guard. He’d known right away that you weren’t human, but he wasn’t sure what else you really were as he’d only wanted you to leave then. He’d been so annoyed to find that even in the barren wilds of Midgard, that he would still run into any other being so quickly.
It was strange to think now that maybe in some minuscule way he really did owe Odin and Thor for that chance encounter though.
He’d been infuriated at them, after Father’s very public declarations which had all but cemented Thor’s path to the throne. Loki had felt he was going to do something he may actually regret if he hadn’t left Asgard then and there to go cool down. And he’d been so concerned that Thor would only follow, Midgard had just been the first place he’d thought to blurt out to Heimdall. The last place Thor would guess, somewhere in the south as well where he wouldn’t have to run into any of those who still worshipped either his father or brother.
Yet all that seeming idle rage had just put him on a direct course to you. But he knew there were so many who still believed only in the predetermined. That everything was already fated and all would always transpire just as it should.
Loki still vehemently refused these notions however. He wanted to take credit for the things he’d earned. Never did he wish to be only a puppet on a string to higher powers. If he could keep you, it would solely be because he was worthy.
And that was always a secret at his core. How badly he wanted to be worthy.
His touches grew more insistent at that. His palm splaying low on your abdomen as he kissed even harder at your throat. And when he felt you move, he even started to suck at that skin, hoping to leave marks as one of your hands tightened on his arm.
“Loki?” You’d asked sleepily at last.
Yet he pulled back enough to taunt in return. “And what would you do if it were not?” A darkly funny thought really. He’d never yet seen you be truly violent, as he didn’t count any of those instances with the mortals. That was only like swatting flies. You hadn’t even been angry. And it intrigued him to imagine you actually fighting someone, anyone. Did you even know how?
But he didn’t really give you time to answer him either. Now knowing you were finally awake, he moved over you to kiss your mouth instead. Deeply, as he took advantage of you both already being nude beneath the blanket as he started to slide himself back and forth against you.
He didn’t miss that little moan you gave against his mouth either, pleased to know you could be so responsive even just upon waking.
Even though he’d only teased you the other day about self soothing in his absence, he would love to know if you’d ever pleasured yourself while thinking of him. Did you ever fall asleep imagining him between your legs, or wake up envisioning this very thing?
He was already growing hard at just the feel of your body against his, and now these added hypothetical thoughts of you still needing him even when alone. He had no qualms about admitting it himself. Those times he’d laid in his bed in Asgard, legs open and thrusting into his own hand as he’d envisioned you. It would make no sense to just sit there and suffer when the urges could be dealt with with a little imagination.
As it was now though, his hand concerned itself with the very real woman right in front of it as he started to rub his fingers between your legs. He’d never asked if you’d actually been a virgin before that first time he’d claimed you. He remembered some comment you’d made about your own intimacies being closer to never.
Yet it didn’t matter of course. Virginity was more just a concept than any real world value, especially to him. But he thought he was right in his sense that you were inexperienced at least. Which did stroke his ego as well to hope he was giving you pleasure beyond whatever you’d previously known.
And you did get wet easily he’d found. The amount of foreplay he gave you was more to stretch out the time together, even if he could already tell you were ready for him as smoothly as his fingers slid inside you then. It was a balance surely, not letting things be over too quickly, but also being so hard already himself and wanting to be inside you.
But he still delayed his own need, working his fingers methodically, trying to get that tell tale tremble to go through your legs. Those nerves were so sensitive he knew. Of course, it could be said that he had a very unfair advantage over other men in that arena, as obviously he’d practiced in his own female form many times as well.
He knew exactly how it could feel. How it did feel to get that stimulation. And he smiled as you moaned a little again, though maybe in time you’d learn to be louder for him. There was still a bit of shyness and pride there most likely, you holding back somewhat from what felt so good.
Yet he had got you going that night in the cave. Calling him “King”, telling him to fuck you. You’d just been trying to say what you thought he wanted to hear he was sure, but it hadn’t mattered for as good as it had still sounded coming out of your mouth.
He wondered how you would respond though, if it was him begging for you. He liked the idea as he now started to finally rub the tip of his erection against your entrance. He certainly didn’t have to fake anything on his own side though, knowing he must have that needful expression on his face by now for how badly he wanted to hurry and sheath himself inside you.
But he didn’t, instead grabbing hold of you to roll the two of you so he was now on his back with you straddling over the top of him. His swollen member now helpless against your stomach.
“Come on-” He groaned, almost calling you by your real name, though just barely stopping himself as Muninn was still here. He knew last night, even drunk as he’d been, he’d never actually called you a goddess or uttered your name in front the creature. And that was only for your protection.
But otherwise, let that spy dare bring news of this to Odin as Loki bucked a little beneath you, intentionally making a shameless moan as his cock scraped your abdomen roughly. And he did not miss the surprise on your face as he did so. He wanted you to ride him now, to let you control the force and the speed.
He knew you understood too. You weren’t that naive. But the hesitation in you was evident, making him have to speak further.
“Please,” He growled, honestly that desperation in his own voice triggering him even more. He did like this, the little role reversal. And oh, how many different games the two of you could play whenever you were finally more comfortable with him. No, he didn’t think any bedroom with you in it could ever become boring for him.
“Loki,” You had breathed in return, and he could hear that arousal permeating your own voice as well. It made his name sound so good, he wanted to hear it again and again even as he watched you lift yourself over him, blanket now thrown back and out of the way.
The view was exquisite. Watching you sink down onto him, feeling how tight it then was inside you as it took all his willpower to not immediately begin thrusting.
He was breathing harder now, trapped between your legs and loving it as you shifted, still trying to get accustomed to his width and length again before you would really start to move.
He still didn’t mind encouraging you though, guiding one of your hands then to splay it on his chest, wanting you to press down on him to steady yourself.
“Go on,” Loki all but begged. He could see that needful look returned in your own eyes however as you finally began to pump your hips.
Soft and rhythmic at first, he looked to the ceiling as his fingers dug into the outside of your thighs and he bit into his own lip at the torturously slow sensation. But this kind of delayed gratification was a torture he’d gladly accept an infinite amount of times over.
A reflexive gasp escaped him though as you suddenly raised up and slammed back down on him. Gods. Yes, that was the way.
“Harder,” He pleaded, your hand on his chest pushing into his sternum now almost as hard as your hips were moving against him.
Over and over, your bodies hitting together. He heard you hiss through your teeth though, his length finally hitting at a harsh enough angle to cause you real pain. But it would only have been your own doing, as he was still staying as still as he could.
Yet at the sound he forced his torso up, even then with your fingernails scraping down his chest as your hand slid down. He raised himself up enough to reach one of your breasts, mouthing it roughly and kissing it to distract you from the pain.
That elicited another real sound of pleasure from you before the hip thrusting started all over again, and you pushed him back against the bed with both your hands.
He grinned as his back hit the bed again. But you followed him down, your chests then colliding as you kissed him, still on top of him, still sliding him in and out so roughly between your legs.
And he couldn’t help it, grabbing you possessively, not letting you back up as the two of you kissed and he bit your tongue lightly then. This is what he wanted as he felt himself already so close to orgasm.
Some tiny, distant voice of reason reminded him he’d already been careless twice in his overwhelming desire for you however. Once at the cave, and then again in the forest that first night the two of you had come to this village. He’d given you his seed both times, wanting to feel you to the very last moment instead of pulling out.
He knew nothing of Olympian biology and if it was even compatible with that of an Asgardian to be true. Never before had he heard of a half breed between the races. But as young as you both were, it was certainly not something he would really wish to keep risking. He had zero interest in siring heirs when he had yet to claim the throne for himself of course. He’d have to be as old as Odin before he’d even consider it, not wanting to deal with more possible usurpers to his own ambitions.
And as he felt that release building in him, reason did finally win out and he all too reluctantly forced you back. Even as he continued to kiss you, he just used his hands to hold back your hips. Keeping him from reentering you as he did the last thrusts on his own, sliding against the skin of your stomach once more before he came on you both.
In the aftershocks of his orgasm he didn’t even care about the warm, sticky mess then between you. He just laid back, panting a little as he looked up in your eyes.
But he could see that little bit of question there as he smiled in what he knew was just an intentional play at arrogance on his part, his hands still rubbing your hips gently. “What, dear? As excellent an example of breeding stock as I am, I don’t think we’re quite ready for that burden do you?”
You gave a weak laugh though, and he knew you hadn’t even considered that full potential really, just as caught in all this as he was. But you must not have minded the mess much either, just laying back down on him afterward as you rest your head against him.
And it was so tempting to just stay that way, his arms then moving back around you. If only the both of you really could. But the realms weren’t quite ready for this power couple that he was already envisioning the two of you to be.
As you finally stood again to pull your dress back on, you didn’t worry about any of the remnants of Loki still on your abdomen. You’d have plenty of time to go bathe in the sea once he was gone again, which would be happening in only a few moments unfortunately. You’d both lingered together in bed as long as you could have, but he now had to return to his palace once more.
He’d already dressed himself again as well, using his magic to pull his clothing back from the floor and onto his body in the proper order quite quickly.
“What are you going to do with him?” You’d finally said though, eyeing the all too quiet chest on the floor with some concern. If the bird had passed on sometime in the night, you weren’t going to forgive yourself for not intervening sooner. But Loki had been so adamant that Odin’s ravens were far more resilient than you knew.
“Just keep him here for now.” Loki answered with all the emotion of someone commenting on the weather as he fussed a little more with straightening out his cloak that’d gotten wrinkled from being in a pile the night before.
“Oh, so I can be blamed by Odin if he dies?” You retorted, before thinking further. “Or by you if he escapes?”
Loki smirked at you, one you thought was meant to be charming, though you did realize he now seemed in a far better mood than he’d been in the night before. “I wouldn’t let that happen to you.” He promised.
Your eyebrow raised in an entirely disbelieving expression.
But Loki just continued. “And he can’t fly until his wing regenerates. It will at some point. But it’ll still take time. So guess who gets yet another new pet?”
“How lovely.” You answered with fake appreciation. “But won’t they come looking for him?”
“Oh those two can wander the realms for weeks before they check in again. They don’t come back until they have something they think Odin would wish to know. I’m sure in the real olden days it was daily, but with mostly peace in the realms again, there really isn’t much new to report now is there?”
“You have an answer for everything don’t you?” You kept on, though realizing it entirely futile.
He moved closer then though, just smiling still, “I have to go.”
And maybe it was only more manipulation, conning you into complying once more, but he actually leaned forward and kissed you. It was different though. Gentle, almost…caring?
But over just as quickly as he then walked for the door. “Do remember he does bite. And watch what you say around him. He never forgets any information until he’s delivered it to the Allfather.”
A bit late for that you thought. But maybe Loki truly didn’t care. Or every rude and awful thing he’d already said around the poor bird was really how he always spoke to him anyway in Asgard. Either way, this was not comforting to you in the least.
“Goodbye.” Was all you could think to say, still unsure how your previously, relatively uneventful life had now become as complicated as this.
But he actually said it back, a little look back at you before he closed the door, teasing that nickname purposefully again. One he must not think Muninn would be able to use against you at least. “Goodbye, Kærr. I’ll return when I can.”
Asgard, later that day
“I’m telling you something is going on.” Sif reiterated, arms crossed as they all remained gathered in the courtyard, now watching as Fandral and Hogun paired up for the next sparring match.
Fandral glanced over at her, right away barely dodging Hogun’s mace Hridgandr as he raised his shield. “So Loki’s sneaking around. What of it? That’s-” He grunted, almost getting knocked off balance as he had to sidestep again before plunging ahead with his sword. “That’s what snakes do.”
“Mind your tongue, that is my brother you speak of.” Thor warned, albeit with his feet now kicked up as he sat on the nearby ledge. His head still throbbed enough from last night, he now winced a little every time one of their weapons bounced loudly off the other’s shield.
“He does take the form of a serpent quite frequently.” Volstagg offered though. “Bugger got in my helmet once. Hah, but joke was on him. We’d just gotten back from Vanaheim and I hadn’t seen a bath in three weeks! Never seen a creature come back out so fast!”
“Ugh,” Fandral and Thor replied simultaneously.
“The maids said his quarters were locked all the way until after midday food in the hall.” Sif just continued, “And he was acting so strange yesterday morning, even for him, he-”
“Well what would Loki care for midday feast? Skin and bones that boy.” Volstagg interrupted.
And Fandral questioned, landing another near strike against Hogun. “Which maid said that? Helga or Ulfid?”
Yet Sif tried to ignore the both of them. “I’m saying I think he’s been going somewhere else, he-”
“Well where were you and Thor last night?” Fandral just interjected again.
Sif’s tone changed to an even deeper annoyance at that, quickly defending. “I was in my quarters.”
“As was I!” Thor answered all too fast, but then realizing his mistake, tried to backpedal just as quickly. “I mean, I was in my quarters of course, not Sif’s.” He chuckled a little nervously, intentionally looking away from everyone then.
Yet Sif just rolled her eyes, “And where were you, Fandral?”
But Fandral smirked provocatively, “With the maids, Helga and Ulfid of course. That’s why I asked which you’d spoken to. I left my belt and I need to fetch it back, I-”
Sif raised her hands. “Gods. Just stop. I don’t want to know.”
“You talk too much,” Hogun cut in at Fandral, sweeping the chain of the mace under the other’s feet then and laying him decidedly on his ass. Yet Hogun only continued after, already offering a hand to help Fandral back up. “Why do you not just ask Loki? See what lie he gives and investigate from there.”
Thor came back in at this though, that little tone of defensiveness returning. “But why does he have to be lying? Maybe he really was at the library yesterday, maybe he had a hangover today? It could be the truth!”
And at that every single one of them looked pointedly at Thor.
He stared back at them, defiant by nature, but at the same time withering slightly under the combined judgement of all his friends. “Okay, yes. He likes to bend the truth at times. But he’s my brother and I’d like it if we could stop gossiping about him. Are we warriors or are we maidens?”
And at Sif’s resulting death stare, Thor cleared his throat, but still continued. “Gossipy maidens…you know, like the maids, not like you of course, Sif!”
But Fandral raised his rapier again at that. “Now wait just a minute, you keep Helga and Ulfid’s honor out of this. Sif is the one so worried for some reason.” He looked to her tauntingly. “Keeping a watch on Loki now, Sif? What, do you fancy him all of the sudden? They say opposites can attract after all.”
Thor looked only further distressed at this, even as Sif spun instantly, drawing her own sword. “Alright, move Hogun, Fandral’s mine!”
Volstagg just spoke up cheerfully though, pointing across the courtyard then. “Oh look, there’s Loki now. Let’s just ask and put an end to this here and now, yeah?”
Fandral smiled, looking over as well. “Speak of the devil and he shall appear, lads.”
“He’s not the devil.” Thor chided lowly, now hopping off the ledge to come to standing. He cupped his hands around the sides of his mouth though, then calling out loudly all the way across the large courtyard. “Brother! Hey!”
The lean figure in the black and green leather paused suddenly at that. He’d only been using one of the open air corridors that bordered the courtyard. Several books in his hands when he’d had no choice but to turn his attention towards that bellowing call.
Thor brightened a little to see Loki then striding towards them a few moments later, the thunder god wanting to have this subject done and over with.
“Yes?” Loki just asked with little emotion though as soon as he’d stopped in front of them all.
This actually caught Thor off guard a little however, expecting something more sarcastic possibly, or maybe even a reprimand for screaming across the entire courtyard to start with.
“How are you feeling?” Thor just asked abruptly though, as usual having no real plan and just blurting out the first thing that came to mind.
Loki’s eyebrows did furrow at this though. “I’m…fine? Am I supposed to be otherwise?” He responded.
“Well, uh, I didn’t know. I heard you almost missed the beginning of the victory celebrations yesterday. Which you gave a mighty fine speech at by the way.” Thor tended to compliment others when nervous, but he just continued awkwardly. “And then this morning, you were all holed up in your quarters through half the day. So I just wanted to make sure, as we know you usually rise with the sun.”
Loki gave a brief glance to all of them before just looking back to Thor. “I lost track of time while in the library yesterday morning, my apologies, brother. And after last night’s lengthy celebrations I still had quite a headache long into this morning. I kept to my quarters with a few books that I’d checked out the other morning. I was only on my way to return them now.”
Thor smiled, also looking to the others before giving Loki a pat on the shoulder. “Well, we won’t keep you then. Thank you, brother.”
“Always,” Loki only returned the smile, giving a little nod before walking back away.
The group waited until he was well out of earshot and completely out of sight.
“Well, he’s plotting something. Sif was right.” Fandral mused.
“You see. If you’d only listen to me the first time.” She agreed.
But Thor seemed surprised at their interpretation, “What? No. He literally just said-”
“Said with a smile,” Fandral countered.
“And with extreme politeness,” Volstagg added.
“He might just be in a good mood today!” Thor tried to argue back.
But Fandral gave him a sympathetic look. “Thor, my good man, he’s your brother, yes. We understand. But he did not come across his own title by happenstance. The god of mischief just walked away from us with a smile on his face. There’s some sort of trickery now afoot, I assure you.”
Thor crossed his arms, giving them all a displeased look, still very reluctant to agree. “And you propose we do what then?”
“Reconnaissance.” Fandral said simply.
“Oh, a scouting mission. We haven’t had a proper one of those in a while!” Volstagg replied with a little excitement.
“We could speak to the librarian. Ask how often he’s really been in there?” Sif offered.
“And next time he doesn’t come out in the morning, we take an excursion across the balconies to see if anybody is really home.” Fandral continued, sounding quite sure that this would be a fun idea.
Thor still looked troubled though as he glanced to Hogun. “Do you have any words in the matter, friend?”
Hogun looked unimpressed as usual, but shrugged a little. “It will be good training. We have fought many physical battles recently. But not all battles are fought so plainly. Subterfuge is another component of war. To which I agree…in that, your brother excels far above yourself.”
“That’s because Thor is honest!” Sif defended.
“I only state the truth as well.” Hogun countered, though not offended.
Fandral raised his sword, pointing it to the sky symbolically. “Then it’s decided by democratic process. We shall commence operation ‘Catch a Snake’ posthaste!”
“Can we not at least name it something else?” Thor complained, yet knowing well when he’d already been overruled.
Midgard, that night
You had a few bruises on your hands from this long process of trial and error today, but it wasn’t terrible as you spoke to him softly yet again.
“Now, Muninn. You have to drink at least.” You had managed to finally pick him up out of the chest around midday, which is where most of the bites had come from. You’d just gone back to the sea ever so briefly before to clean yourself up, and brought back a little raw fish for him that he’d refused to eat and you’d had to throw it back out.
You’d also found some rudimentary wooden cups and bowls in another little holding chest as well though. So you’d gotten freshwater from the stream in one of the bowls as you now tried to offer it to him.
Every time you got too close with the bowl though, he’d just try to flap away from you. Usually falling over back onto the bed pathetically with his one working wing as you now sat there with him.
“Listen, I know I’ve already said this many times. But I’m not going to harm you. I don’t like this any more than you do, really. Yet, it’s not my place to tell one of Odin’s sons what to do. Surely you can sympathize a little? You must know the inner workings of Odin’s palace and the power structure there better than anyone.”
But the bird only fluffed up again, giving you that same irritable look he’d given most the day.
You had nowhere else to be right now though, then just laying down patiently on the bed as you propped yourself up with your elbows and watched him.
“Are you cold?” There was no insulation to speak of in the dwelling, and now with the snow laid thick on the outside, you could feel how much more the temperature had dropped in here even in comparison to this morning.
You guessed Persephone must have returned to her husband Hades fully now. So all the plants and grasses would wither as always, that time of cold and darkness lingering for months until the rebirth of spring.
You wondered if Asgard had the similar passage of the seasons though. Did it even rain there? Did it snow at times or have blistering heat at other periods?
There was still so very much you didn’t know. Loki had warned you about divulging anything to Muninn that you wouldn’t want Odin to hear. But what if it wasn’t any groundbreaking information you had to share? What if it was actually questions you had instead?
“So, is it true you can traverse the realms then without even using the bifrost?” Loki had seemed pleased the other night, saying something about Muninn finding a door for him. “It must be very interesting to be able to see so many places either way though.” You continued, but obviously still aware how much the bird would have rather been as far away from you as possible, instead of stuck here with this forced socialization.
“I’ve never been anywhere else.” You said truthfully though, still talking to him kindly. “I can only imagine what exciting things the other realms must hold. You’re quite lucky really…I mean, normally anyway. I know you must be in pain right now.”
You could see his black eyes upon you, he was listening, but still with his feathers fluffed.
“I wish you’d just admit that you’re cold, and likely hungry and thirsty.” You tilted your head a little, having an idea then of another strategy to try with him. “You know, Loki doesn’t have to know whether we were nice to each other or not. If you’re trying to make a show of things, thinking it’ll make you look weak in front of him otherwise…that’s not necessary if he isn’t even here to see it.”
You scooted the water bowl just a little closer to him, but also then moving the blanket very slowly to bunch it up in a little circle around him.
Seeing the blanket moving, he immediately tensed again, mouth opening threateningly as his good wing flared out.
“Easy…” You said, glad he actually seemed more focused on the blanket than your hands in that moment as you didn’t get bitten again. And you kept edging that blanket closer around him until it looked fairly comfortable you thought. “See? Like a little nest. Far better than a dusty old chest anyway, right?”
With that, you laid down on your side fully on the bed. The water was still in his reach if he wanted it, but you wouldn’t bother him anymore trying to manually offer it.
“I’m sorry.” You said softly still though. “None of this was supposed to happen. But I’ve never…” You paused, giving Muninn a sort of sad smile. “I’ve never met anyone like him.”
Was it wise to confess anything at all to this servant of Odin? No, surely it wasn’t. But who wouldn’t infer this eventually anyway? Why else would you be here at all? Why would you still be participating in this clearly escalating bit of madness?
“I know you’ll return to Odin as soon as you are able. And whatever transpires after that, I just want that one truth known. Anything I did was for the prince, for Loki.”
Even now you still wondered where he was, what he was doing, and when you could see him again.
“I care for him.” Was all you said next so simply though. An understatement as well perhaps, but the look in your eyes conveyed the truth.
And to finally say even that out loud opened something deeper inside you. You couldn’t turn back now even if you’d wanted to.
Asgard, that same night
Loki sat alone in his room, books strewn around him on his bed. Some of the books were the very same ones he’d been carrying when confronted by his brother and his brother’s friends earlier in the day.
He’d had to make a show afterward of actually going to the library as if to return them, to back up his excuse in case he was followed. But in reality the majority of these hadn’t even come from the library. The ones he’d been carrying earlier were actually Frigga’s own spell books.
He was researching tracking spells, knowing Muninn would heal soon enough and that all the risk he had taken in capturing him would be for naught if he couldn’t trace him back to whatever portal between the realms the spy had found. Huginn and Muninn were the only beings he was aware of that were gifted with the ability to sense and find even those smallest rifts between the worlds. And they exploited that fully as they travelled from realm to realm, acting as Odin’s eyes on all that transpired through the kingdoms.
Yes, it was now more crucial than ever that Loki find this workaround. He was still inwardly seething a bit to know that Thor and his friends had already gotten this far on his trail. He would now have to forfeit using the bifrost for some time, knowing they’d likely be watching his every move.
If he went back to you too soon, they would only follow and force him to return Muninn and reveal everything before he was ready. But if he waited too long, the bird would heal and eventually escape, flying to Asgard before he could trace him back to the location of the portal. Then all would also be revealed with Loki still having no way to return to Midgard if Odin had one of his usual stern upsets and forbid it.
But as he poured through the ancient pages, he still found his usual focus somewhat missing. He just kept recalling that odd feeling from this morning. In the quiet of that cabin before he’d woken you. And the alcohol couldn’t be blamed by then.
He took a breath, that fear twisting around in the back of his mind once more. He didn’t want to name it. Objectively though, there were only a few things it could be called.
For the average being, the word was often characterized by some sort of euphoria though. Or at least a sense of warmth, a profound glow, all things that were supposedly so common.
Yet for him, it was like a weight, tightening around him. Dread…to have something, someone to lose.
No, he wouldn’t name it. He wouldn’t call it what so many others might.
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
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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“Ain’t it a gentle sound, the rolling in the graves? Ain’t it like thunder under earth, the sound it makes? Ain’t it exciting you, the rumble where you lay? Ain’t you my baby, ain’t you my baby?”
- “NFWMB”, Hozier
Introducing foreigner’s god, a series with a beginning but no clear end. A series heavily inspired by the music and lyrics by Hozier, as well as “American Gods” by Neil Gaiman. This is an AU, one relating to Greek mythology.
Pairing: Hades! Loki x Persephone! Reader
The chapters for this series will all go here.
Because I do not write at my best when weekly updates are set, this will not be updated weekly. It will be updated when I can update it to the best of my ability. In addition, I admittedly have no idea where it will go. Rather than being a full, complete story, I would rather this be a collection of little stories that can relate to each other in smaller ways. Maybe I’ll even allow you guys to request plots for chapters, who knows? Time will tell.
summary: When you and bucky go undercover to catch an identity thief, the investigation brings both of you closer.
word count: 1.7k
A/N: This is my first fic ever, please be nice<3 English is not my first language so if you see any mistakes please contact me!
Warnings: fluff, like one curse word, slight mention of a gun, B99 AU.
After Captain Fury assigned you and Bucky to go after an identity thief, Bucky seemed to be reluctant of being your partner, and that left you confused the whole morning. So when lunchtime came, you decided to ask him about it, “Buck, did I do something to you?” you asked him while entering the break room.
“What? No” he answered quickly, but it didn’t convince you “Then why are you trying to keep me off this case?” you whisper-yelled.
“All right” he started “Remember when you told me that you didn’t want to date cops? That bummed me out because I was thinking about asking you out,” he told you “Oh, okay” you hesitantly said, his words definitely caught you off guard, when you first started on the precinct you developed a crush on the blue-eyed man but couldn’t bring yourself to admit it, and now he tells you that he was thinking about asking you out?
“I know that’s not what you want and it just took me a while but I totally get it” you were confused about everything that’s going on “Bucky, I don’t know what to say…” before you could finish he interrupted you “Let’s just not make it weird, this is a case, we’ll work at it together because we’re professionals” before you could say something he rushed out of the room.
After not seeing Bucky for the whole day, you, him, Steve, and Natasha were in a van observing the guy you’re looking for “Why is he getting out here? I thought your C.I. said the drop was happening in a park.” you told Bucky. “Rumlow has the laptop with him. We should just arrest him right here.” you suggested “No, the buyer's the bigger collar. We've got to follow him in and wait for the handoff, let’s go inside,” he said in a demanding tone. “Wait, we look like cops. We're never gonna blend in dressed like this” you put your hair down and adjusted your shirt “How’s this?” you asked Bucky. Natasha turned to look at you “You look fine. Here, wear this” she hands you a jacket.
You and Bucky got out of the van and went into the restaurant, as soon as you got in you were standing next to Rumlow “Hi. Table for two, please.” bucky says. “I'm so sorry. There's nothing available. We're booked up.” the hostess said looking not interested at all, then you had an idea and decided to barge in “Oh, no, that's horrible.” you start “Tonight's a really important night for us. Johnny and I just got engaged, and this is where our first date was.” It took a couple of seconds but Bucky caught up with you “Oh, yeah, it would mean so much to Dora and me. I would have made a reservation, but I didn't know if she was gonna say yes” after he finished you kissed him on the cheek.
The hostess finally looked at you two “You are just so sweet together. You know, I'm sure I can find room for two young lovers.” she said. “Yeah, we are lovers... together... in beds” Bucky stated awkwardly and you just glanced at him giving a ‘don’t fuck up’ look.
When both of you got to the table, you break the silence “ Sorry about springing the engagement and romantic stuff on you.” you gave him an apologetic smile “No, no, no. That was great. I mean, it's what got us in here. Cheek kiss was a bit much. Very wet.” you looked at each other and laugh. You looked to your side and there was Rumlow and maybe his girlfriend? You didn’t know exactly, the only thing you thought about was how you and Bucky were screwed, they put you right beside the guy you were keeping an eye on. His girlfriend turned to you both and started talking.
The night couldn’t have been going worse, Rumlow’s girlfriend, whose name was Lucy, didn’t stop talking to you and Bucky the whole night. Although Rumlow seemed a bit skeptical he talked too.
After some time Rumlow and Lucy leave the table, but he sends the girl to get the car and he went to the kitchen, you turned to Bucky “He took the laptop case with him, he’s gonna make the drop, let's go.” Both of you went to the kitchen door but then, Rumlow saw you. “Damn, he saw us,” Your partner said worried but then he pulled you into a kiss. You couldn’t even process what’s happening, did he really just kiss you? Brock passes you two and Bucky pulled away “Good, good, we kept our cover intact, nice work,” he said rather quickly “Quick professional thinking out there. Very quick. Very professional.” you couldn’t get the kiss out of your head “Detective,” he said reaching his hand “Detective” you shook his hands “Let’s get back on the case” he instantly pulled you to get to the car.
You were back in the van with Natasha and Steve, following Rumlow. “How was the restaurant?” Steve asked quietly “Such a normal time” you squealed “Why are you being weird?” he said curiously. “We kissed” Bucky calmly said. “What?” Steve and Nat screamed together “To keep our cover from being blown, okay? We didn’t have a choice!” you exclaimed. Steve was going to say something until Natasha started uttered “He’s pulling over. It’s going down”.
You saw Rumlow leave the package by a tree “Guys, it’s not a handoff, he’s leaving it there” Bucky told Steve “You and Nat follow Rumlow, we’re going to stay with the package and get the buyer” the blonde agreed and right after, you and bucky left the car.
While waiting near the package, he was feeling perplexed due to the event that happened in the restaurant but it didn’t matter what he thought about, it was always you in the end. “Hey” he turned to you “We’re cool right?” he was worried about your answer, he couldn’t handle you being mad at him “Yes” you started “We’re fine, totally fine” but you weren’t, the kiss kept replaying in your head. “You know what? I’m actually really hungry, never got to eat at that fancy restaurant”. Now that he mentioned it, you actually were hungry as well “You know what I’m getting on my way home?” you asked him rhetorically. “Yeah, you’re gonna go to that cafe near your house, and get a cinnamon roll and a cup of hot chocolate,” he said casually “That's exactly what I’m gonna get,” you told him, you were going to tell ask him how he knew that but you felt another presence there “Bucky” you whispered, “He’s looking at us”. You could see the confusion on his face. “What?” the guy seemed suspicious so you had to be quick. “Well, this is happening,” you said more to yourself than him “Huh?” he hummed. Before he could say something else you grabbed his face and pulled him into a kiss, it was like you were made for each other, it felt so passionate and real, but you couldn’t forget that it was all an undercover act.
As you saw the guy start to move away with the case, you push Bucky away “NYPD! Freeze” you yelled “We are police colleagues” you said pointing your gun at him. “You’re under arrest. This is a work event” he quickly said. You both handcuffed the guy and brought him back to the precinct.
You were alone in the break room, the events of the evening running through your mind until Bucky comes in “Hey, could you sign this arrest report for Rumlow and the buyer?” he asked calmly. “Sure” you answered. How could he be so calm, did everything that you went through today not affect him the same way as it affected you? Maybe he just forgot about the idea of asking you out and didn’t want anything related to you in that way. “Man, I forgot how long your signature takes” he joked. “This whole night was really weird wasn’t it?” you question him “Yes, it totally was. I just want everything to go back to how it was”. You didn’t know why but his words hurt a little, wasn’t he willing to try to go out with you? “You're right y’know?” he continues “We shouldn’t date cops, ‘cause we make a great team, we work great together, doll” Doll? During all your years working side by side, he has never called you that, but maybe it was just a slip-up. “I don’t want anything to change.” you said “Me, neither”. Well, at least now you knew that he didn’t want anything more. “Okay, then that’s that detective Barnes” you whispered. “See you around the precinct” was the last thing he said before leaving the room.
Later, doing some paperwork, you went to the files room to get a file for your new case, everything was quiet there until you heard the door open. “Hey,” the person said, you could recognize that voice everywhere, it belonged to the person whose piercing blue eyes couldn’t leave your head “How are you holding up?” He asked. “I’m fine, just tired, today was a long day” you turned around, and there he was, standing right in front of you “what about you?” you returned the question. “Same” he starts “but I feel like something’s missing”. You looked into his eyes, not understanding what he meant, he stared right back at you, but then his eyes went to your mouth and next thing you knew, you were kissing again but know it didn’t involve an undercover it was just you and bucky, no one else. His hands were now warm, holding onto your waist, while yours were on the back of his neck, the kiss was everything you could’ve asked for, you felt like you were on a movie until you heard something.
“Hey, Bucky” It was Steve shouting from the other side of the door “I need your help here, pal”.
You both pulled away from each other, panting heavily, cheeks flushed and a smile on both faces.
PLEASE WRITE A SMUT WHERE ITS BASED ON THE FIRST EP OF LOKI WHEN HE SAYS "A GOD DOESN'T BEG, MA'AM" FUCK
"you want to take him, yn? he's pretty arrogant" thor asked with the remote in his hand, twirling it around his fingers. you smirk stepped closer to thor, holding out your hand.
"i've dealt with you for quite some time, i think i can handle your brother" you wink and thor smirks, handing you the remote and brushing his fingers against yours as he pulls away.
"have fun, be safe" thor whispered and you smiled, nodding and he walked away. you turned to loki and he bowed his head softly as you walked to him.
“he doesn’t know this isn’t our first time meeting, does he?” loki asked and you press a finger under his chin, making him look at you.
“and it certainly won’t be our last, loki. come” you walked in front of him and loki tried not to step on your cape as it flowed behind you. you open a door and loki walks in, nervously gulping as he saw the familiar room. “kneel” with your hands placed on your hips, you look at loki who smirked, but your mouth stayed in a straight line.
your hand pushed him to his knees, loki grunting as he collided with the floor. “how long am i going to be here, yn?”
“as long as i want you to be, pet” you smile and run a hand over his hair. “now.. how do you plead to your crimes you’ve just committed?”
“miss, a god doesn’t plead” loki smirked and you grabbed him by the throat, taking him by surprise and he looks up at you as you bend down.
“hm, no, but you will beg” you grin and help him up, taking off the handcuffs. you stood him up and stripped him of his clothes, loki taking in a deep breath as your hand slowly ran up and down his chest and stomach.
“what do you want me to do, miss?” loki asked softly and you bit your lip, looking at loki through your eyelashes. “i give you permission to do anything, miss”
“anything?” you kissed his jaw softly as your hands undid his belt, hand falling into his pants and earning a grunt from loki. “look at you, already hard for me?”
“y-yes miss, only you miss” loki threw his head back and held your shoulder as you jerked his cock slowly. he stepped out of his pants and shoes, and you pushed him to the bed. “may i undress you, miss?”
you nodded and stepped in between his legs, loki untying your dress and sighing as your stood naked before him. loki leaned forward and kissed your stomach, his middle finger rubbing up and down your folds.
“lay back, pet” he nodded and you climbed over him, straddling his face and holding his hair as you sat down on his mouth. loki hummed as his tongue dove into you, and you gasped as you gripped his hair. loki's hands gripped your ass and moved your hips against his tongue. "you've gotten better, pet. you have someone new to teach you?"
"only you, miss. i was hoping to see you again, i've been practicing" loki smirked and scratched up and down your back. "does it feel good, miss? did you miss me?"
"oh, pet, it's funny you think you could be in charge" you moved back down around his waist, placing the mouth cover on him and handcuffing him again. you moved down his body, kissing his chest and biting the bottom of his stomach, loki pushing his hips upwards.
loki let a soft whimper out and you smirk, spreading his legs and laying down in between his legs with your head between his thighs. you look up at loki as your tongue swirled around his balls, traveling down and rimming him slowly.
"oh.. god.." loki mumbled underneath the mouth guard and you smile, sitting up on your knees and straddling him once again, holding his dick against your pussy and grinding up and down. you took the mouth guard off and loki's forehead and chest glistened with sweat.
"i see your lips moving, pet, tell me what you need" you smile and he shakes his head, rolling his lips in between his teeth. you slowly sit down on the tip of his cock, loki gasping quietly.
you hopped off his lap and headed to your drawer, loki watching you and eyes widening as you grabbed a few toys and sat them next to him. loki's eyes watched as you grabbed his favorite toy, a vibrator as well as a vibrating cock ring.
you slid the ring onto him, turning it on and watching him shiver. you spread his legs again, turning on the vibrator wand and circling it around his tip, your tongue rimming him again. loki choked on his moans, body trembling as his orgasm built closer in his stomach.
"god, miss, please fuck me. i need you so bad, please, please fuck me" loki panted and you hummed, turning off the wand and kissing him slowly. "please, miss" he leaned forward as you pulled away, guiding his dick into you and he let out a moan.
"told you i could make you beg. you got exactly what you wanted, pet" you held his throat as you bounced your hips, hands on loki's knees. you moaned as the ring vibrated against your clit, loki tugging on the handcuffs.
"can i touch you, miss? please" you smile and lean forward, loki's mouth attaching to your nipple as you uncuffed him. loki immediately wrapped his arms around your waist, thrusting his hips up into you and rubbing your clit. "thank you, miss, thank you" he bit your shoulder as his orgasm approached him faster with every thrust. "i-i need to.."
"no" you held his throat and ran a thumb over his lips, watching as his face twisted in agony. "aw, what's wrong, pet? does it hurt?"
"so bad, miss. i-i wanna fill you up with my cum, miss" loki pleaded and you ran your tongue over his teeth, licking a line across his jaw. loki rubbed your clit and you moan into his mouth, a smile growing on his lips.
"cum for me, pet. fill me up with your cum, come on, loki" loki grunted loudly as he came, and you fell limp on top of him as you came as well. you both rode out your highs, and you turned off the ring and took it off of him.
"oh how i've missed you, yn yln" loki smiled and you chuckled, kissing him slowly as he rubbed your sides up and down softly. "is it my turn to tell you what to do?"
"ask me in 5 minutes" you smile and kiss him again, fingers in his hair as he slowly rolled you over under him, grabbing the vibrator wand and smiling.
"5 minutes is too long" loki mumbled against your neck, pressing the vibrator against your clit and grinding himself against your thigh, your fingers pulling his hair as you were still a bit sensitive from your previous orgasm. it was a long night, and you two never left the bedroom.
You called out to your group of girlfriends who seemed too invested in themselves to listen to what you were saying.
And so, you left them behind, the cool ocean breeze and sounds of waves crashing against the sandy beach much more inviting than the mindless chattering surrounding you. The salty air flirted with your hair, your dress flowing in the wind behind you, the moonlight glistening over the water in a silvery shimmer.
“No one this beautiful should be alone in a place like this.” Loki’s velvety voice travelled straight to the butterflies in your belly, sending them in a frenzy.
“I’m not alone.”
“Aren’t you? You deserve a bit of fun before joining the ‘married’ club.” Stephen added, that baritone travelling straight to your core, stirring excitement.
As cheesy as the lines were, you found yourself falling for them. Maybe there was a part of you that really wanted this.
After that much required break you found yourself straddling Stephen’s legs, his cock eager, little beads of precum glistening at the tip as your hand wrapped around his girth firmly.
He watched as your mouth joined your hands, your soft lips puckering over the tip as your eyes flitted over to his just for a second. The tip of your tongue peeked through and licked his bulbous tip languidly.
“You’re quite the tease, aren’t you?”
The hum with which you responded caused Stephen to inhale a sharp breath, the vibrations making his length twitch in anticipation as you tended to it. His impressive length deserved to be treated well and you were making sure of it. His fingers weaved through your hair, combing them over to one side so he could you properly.
Alternating between swirling around the tip with your tongue and plunging him entirely down your throat, you set your own pace and relished in the fact that your ministrations brought him pleasure.
Loki loomed close behind, watching the two of you as he prowled in the darkness as if waiting for the right moment to strike. And he made his presence known soon.
That contrasting cool touch prickled your skin in the most desirable ways as his hands smoothed down your back. They mapped the expanse of your skin before they found your cheeks, a sharp slap that was delivered surprising but not displeasing.
He struck again, this time sending your muffled whine straight down to your core as Stephen’s cock twitched once more. Once Loki was happy with your now angry-red ass, he smoothed his hands over the sensitive skin in rewarding strokes, humming in approval.
“Ready for more darling?”
Momentarily, your mouth left Stephen’s cock as you looked over your shoulder to nod, biting your bottom lip as your dripping entrance clenched around nothing.
“Words (Y/N) …”
“Yes please! I want more.”
Loki chuckled and wasted no time in bringing his long slender finger to ghost over your entrance. Toying with the wet folds as you continued to attend to your other lover. A stifled cry left your lips as he inserted a finger, your warmth coating over it before he added another one. He expertly massaged your walls, collecting what you gave willingly before retracting from you completely. Loki’s sudden actions caused you to stop what you were doing but the man lying under you pulled you down, silently commanding you to keep patience. And that patience was rewarded when you felt the same fingers circle around your puckered hole, your wetness allowing easy access as he pushed in, slow and careful.
Your movements sped up in tandem as your hips pushed back against Loki’s fingers, Stephen reaching closer and closer to his end as you bobbed up and down his length, your own orgasm building.
Your head was dizzy from all the pleasure you felt, your body was ablaze with a myriad of sensations. If that wasn’t enough, you were sure pushed to the edge when Loki’s cock teased your entrance while his finger stroked you. He slid inside in one swift motion, filling you to the hilt.
“Ah so warm, my darling.”
The moan you uttered around Stephen’s length was his undoing, sending his cum shooting down your throat in thick white spurts. Loki’s thrusts reminded you that you were yet to meet your climax, his cock spearing in and out rhythmically.
Scooping you up and pulling you against his chest, he held you up with strong agile arms while stabbing you with his member, every thrust grazing against the spot that had your legs trembling.
His teeth grazed against the skin of your shoulder, biting a spot there as your hands found their place in his raven hair.
You didn’t notice the wizard standing up before you until his thin lips closed over your pebbled nipple, his tongue returning the favour as you had pleasured him just moments before. Loki’s hand snaked up and closed around your throat, applying gentle pressure.
“That’s it darling, let go.”
Loki encouraged you and you obeyed; your body seized up for a second before the coil in your belly snapped. Eyes rolling back, you shuddered as the incredible feeling washed over and your mind was a dizzy mix of ecstasy as your bodies were a tangled mess of limbs. Your knees had buckled but the two men you were sandwiched between took care of it, holding you upright as your walls spasmed and fluttered around Loki’s cock.
He pulled out after riding out your orgasm, his warm cum dribbling on your lower back before it trickled down.
You were catching your breath leaning heavily against Stephen’s torso while Loki placed soft kisses along your neck, down your shoulder soothing your flushed skin. The events transpired replaying in your mind making a lazy smile dance across your face.
Pairings: Loki x Tony Stark x black!original character
Rating: M, 18+ only
Word count: 4,479 words
Plot: Tony stays with Loki and Claude for Christmas in London to decide whether their throuple will work.
Warnings: For 18+ readers, contains swearing, brief mentions of sex and innuendo.
Notes: Canon, what canon? After the events of Thor Ragnarok and Endgame, but basically in a multiverse where Loki and Tony are still alive to annoy everyone. The character is a blend of film! Loki, myth! Loki and comics! Loki. Loki is genderqueer and uses they/them. The OC is a afab enby. Everyone is gay, I don’t make the rules.
14 Days Til Yule
“So Gomez and Morticia, where do I fit into your whole dark romance?” It was a week after Tony had been invited to London for Christmas, and he, Loki and Claude were on Loki’s enchanted balcony, watching snow fall on Midtown.
“Am I a holiday fling, or do you want something more?” He kept his voice mild. The witch and god held hands, with Claude tracing symbols on Tony’s scarred arm.
“We had a great time with you, Tony. A fucking amazing time. We want to see where this goes.” Claude’s eyes were bright.
Loki sipped her Wakandan tea, staring into the distance, before tilting her head towards Tony. “I do have one rule, however. The witchling is mine, and I am hers. I will not allow anything to disrupt our connection. We will gladly welcome you into our lives and bed, but I am afraid that it would be impossible to give you all of us. We will understand if you do not like this particular arrangement.”
Tony looked at her evenly. It was obvious that they had some sort of special bond, whether it was magic, or love, or something darker. He felt surprisingly fine with that. He’d already been married, he couldn’t have children, he wasn’t really looking to recreate a Leave It To Beaver fantasy. Exploring with the possibility of something else sounded nice.
“Sounds good, Prancer. I’m in.” The couple gave him pleased smiles. “So, any grounds rules?” Claude looked thoughtful.
“We would prefer for you not to sleep with anyone else for the time being. We don’t want this to become too complicated.” Tony nodded. Fair enough.
“Claude and I aren’t always together, so we are happy to date, and establish individual sexual dynamics with you. If you are happy with that.” Tony gave a wolfish smile.
“Sounds great to me.” He was curious to see what these two were like on their own. He and Loki already had a past, but that was a lifetime and various therapists ago. He wanted to know what this relatively calmer God of Mischief was like.
“We will continue to live primarily in London, though we can transport you easily or come here. Just call if you want us.”
Tony smirked. “I can do better than that. I’ll create a closed comms system just for the three of us, allowing for messaging and full holographic capabilities. That way, it will feel like we’re together, even if we aren’t.” The witch squeezed his arm.
“Do you have any rules or restrictions, Anthony?” Loki watched Tony closely, searching for anything that seemed like a misgiving or rejection. Tony looked up in thought, tracing his lip with a tanned finger. He looked at the couple after a few moments, his coffee brown eyes serious.
“I need you both to be honest with me. No lies, no manipulation. If things aren’t going well, or get too complicated, I need you to tell me. I’m all in, kids, for whatever this might turn into. Just don’t fuck me over.”
“Deal.” Claude shook his hand firmly.
“You can trust us, Anthony.” Loki’s voice was soft.
“I sure hope so, Bambi.” Claude rose, wrapping her arms around the Iron Avenger. Her eyes flashed amber as she gazed at Tony.
“Izithandane zam, should we formalise this agreement?” Loki smiled as she drank her tea, her all-tongue allowing her to understand the witch’s claim. My lovers. Tony looked up at Claude, his eyes full of passion.
“I’ll do whatever you want if you keep talking. What is that, Xhosa?” Claude nodded distractedly as she lifted his shirt.
“Christ. Uh-huh, let’s formalise this. Right now.” He stood up and picked up the witch, slinging her over his shoulder. She gave a surprised cry, looking at Loki, who shrugged. The reanimation must have given him additional strength.
The Iron Avenger carried the witch to the sofa, laying her down gently. He looked behind him, raising a dark brow.
“Coming, Lokes?” Loki entered the living room with mug in hand. She waved her wrist and a velvet wingback chair appeared with a flicker. She sat slowly, watching the witch and avenger.
“Please, do not stop on my behalf. I prefer to witness how this agreement is finalised, so that I can better determine my terms.” She waved her hand imperiously, leaning forward. Her eyes looked dangerous.
Tony did not need further instruction. He disrobed himself and the witch quickly, and set about vigorously sealing the deal under the god’s watchful gaze.
5 Days Till Yule
“I cannot believe Anthony took such an old-fashioned route here,” Loki grumbled, their eyes dark with tiredness. Claude yawned, stretching her legs.
“At least he sent us this amazing limo to meet him. And snacks.” She picked up a mimosa and danish.
“He had no choice, since we’re going to the middle of nowhere, first thing in the Norn-forsaken morning.” The god’s voice was deep with annoyance.
“Cheer up, my godling.” Claude passed them a satsuma. “Christmas is starting, Tony’s going to be here, it’s exciting!” Loki took the satsuma and peeled it, carefully. They attempted to remain grumpy, but couldn’t help but give a small noise of pleasure when biting into the sweet flesh of the fruit, the juice circling around their thin fingers.
They wiped their hands with a handkerchief as they looked out the window, watching the sun rise. Claude looked at her watch, it was a little after 8am. The quinjet should land soon. She moved toward the front of the car, tapping on the partition glass to get the driver’s attention. The glass moved down, showing the driver and quiet motorway.
“Yes, Ms Zanaga.” Claude winced. She hated being called Ms.
“Claude’s fine, thanks. Do you know how much longer we have until we get to the airfield?” The driver was fairly young, with a ruddy, eager face and small, light eyes. They glanced at Claude through the rearview mirror, before their eyes moved unwillingly to Loki, who was in their large green coat, a plaid jumper covered in a large gold necklace, and tight leather trousers. They were flipping a sharp dagger, eyes bored.
“Er- about fifteen more minutes, M- Claude.”
“Thanks!” Claude closed the partition. She turned around, glaring at her partner.
“Laufeyson! Put that away, you’re scaring the driver.” She lowered her voice. “Princeling, we’ve talked about this.” The god rolled their eyes.
“Yes, yes, knives are for battle. Or the bedroom. Whichever comes first.” The witch sat back down, putting her long legs on the god. She was dressed in a vintage maxi dress and an ancient frock coat, a gift from Loki. The trickster rubbed Claude’s stockinged legs as they pulled out their phone. Claude sipped from her glass, watching sheep and cows in fields whiz by.
The driver’s voice filled the car. “We’ll be there in a few moments, ladies.” Both Loki and Claude grimaced.
“Oh, c’mon, man.” Claude muttered, putting a warning hand on her lover’s shoulder. The limo pulled into a large military airfield, where the Quinjet was waiting.
“Why did Tony pick this place?” Claude frowned, looking around. She wasn’t a fan of the military, and considered Tony’s recent past as the Merchant of Death as questionable as Loki’s.
“Because my dearest, he is a self-important prat.” Claude side-eyed the god before downing her drink. Putting on her trusty scarf , she opened the door, grimacing at the icy winds. They walked over to the plane, where Happy was already waiting.
“Hey Happy! Welcome to London, Merry Christmas!” Claude hugged the large man, who reciprocated with a tight bear hug.
“Claude, happy holidays! Tony gave me an idea of your holiday plans.” He gave the witch a meaningful look. “Are you sure that you want to deal with two pains in the ass during Christmas?” Claude chuckled.
“Yeah, I can handle myself. And I just learned a silencing spell in case they get on my nerves.” Happy gave a raspy laugh. Noticing Loki, his jovial face went still. Tony may have warmed to the Asgardian, but Happy trusted them as far as he could throw them.
“Loki.” Happy’s voice was stiff.
“Hogan.” Loki’s expression could freeze a flame. Claude looked at both of them and jumped in quickly.
“So, how’s May? Did you get our present?” Happy and Loki both knew it was just Claude’s present.
“She’s doing great, we just got a new place, still in Queens. And the teas and cookies were great, thank you!”
A droll voice interrupted them. “It’s too early for small talk, let’s get this show on the road.” Tony exited the jet with more suitcases than seemed strictly necessary.
Tony clapped Happy on the shoulder, chatting to him for a few minutes. The men carried the suitcases to the limo before the driver rushed out to help, placing them carefully in the spacious trunk. Happy gave Claude a good-bye hug and a fatherly admonition to take care of herself. With a curt nod to Loki, Happy returned to the interior of the jet, ready for the hyperfast journey home.
“Morning Eastwick.” Tony’s voice was still slightly hoarse. Claude loved his morning voice, raspy and still low with broken sleep. He wrapped an arm around her, bringing her close to his chest. He kissed the top of her head with a sleepy smile.
“You smell amazing. I’ve missed waking up next to you both.” Claude gave a small laugh, rubbing his back.
“Tony, it’s been a week! Hardly enough time to miss us.” She gave a small shiver. “It’s fucking freezing though, I’m getting back in the car with the misgendering driver.”
“Wait, what?” The Avenger’s face fell. Claude waved airily.
“Don’t worry, I’ll curse him later.” Tony spun around.
“What? You don’t mean that, right?” Claude shrugged, tapping her nose.
“Who knows? We’ll see how I feel once we get home.” She smiled as she shut the door, leaving Tony’s reflection frowning at nothing. He turned around worriedly.
“She doesn’t mean that, right?” Loki mirrored the witch’s shrug.
“One can never tell.” They pouted, looking at Tony through dark lashes. “Anyway, he deserves it for calling us ladies. But enough about him, Anthony.” They pushed Tony against the car, rocking it slightly. The driver opened his door, before shutting it quickly with a curt command from the Asgardian.
Loki bent over the Avenger, kissing him deeply. Tony gave a low groan of arousal as the god bit his bottom lip with a low laugh.
“C’mere,” Tony grunted, his eyes half lidded. He pulled the god closer, desperately trying to find skin under all their winter layers. Loki’s hand reached down Tony’s body as they kissed, causing Tony to release a small gasp.
“I guess you really did miss me, Anthony.” They smirked wickedly.
“You have no fucking idea, Prancer.” He went in to kiss the Asgardian again when the passenger window rolled down.
“Hey lovebirds, stop giving the driver a show and get in the damned car. I’m starving, and I’m not talking about Tony.” She rolled up the window again. Tony and Loki looked at each other before laughing quietly.
“Let’s go, she’s worse than a Helhound when she’s hangry.” They got in the limo quickly, sighing at the comfortable warmth. Tony rapped on the partition.
“Step on it, kid. And in the future, don’t assume people’s gender without asking first, it’s rude.” The driver gulped as he turned the car on.
Tony sat down with a pleased expression. “See, no curse needed.” Claude frowned at him.
“Fun ruiner.” Tony pulled her close, giving her a gentle kiss.
“There’s a lot of other fun to be had, don’t you worry.” The witch rested her head on the Avenger’s shoulder as the limo drove back until London. The journey back was a long one, and Tony smiled at Claude, who had fallen asleep on his shoulder, and Loki, who was curled in the witch’s lap with an arm possessively around her and the Avenger, even in slumber. Tony watched them until his eyes fluttered shut, lulled to sleep by the smooth movement of the car.
“We’ve arrived, Mr Stark!” The driver’s disembodied voice awakened the trio. Tony stretched as Claude painfully moved her neck. Loki looked around blearily before remembering what was happening. They shuffled out of the car into the chilly basement carpark. The driver removed Tony’s luggage, and they spoke briefly while Tony discretely tipped him.
Loki teleported Tony’s luggage as Claude gave them a quick hug. She started singing a ditty about the magic of breakfast as Loki laughed, inputting the code to the penthouse lift.
Tony removed his aviators, putting his arm around Claude. “I’ve been looking forward to seeing your supervillain lair. Lemme guess, there’s at least one hidden torture dungeon, and a cave filled with henchmen who haven’t unionised and aren’t paid a minimum wage.”
Loki posed seductively in the art deco lift as the doors opened. “I’ll have you know, Stark, that I do not need a dungeon to torture, and my henchmen are unionised and well paid in both money and sex.”
Tony grinned. “Lucky henchmen.” The god nodded, their eyes bright with mischief.
Tony whistled when the lift doors opened. He walked into the spacious living area, looking at the large curved windows and their wintry vistas.
“How many floors does this place have?”
Loki shrugged off their coat and took Claude’s frock coat, placing them on the coat stand.
“Three. You can see the kitchen, living and dining areas here. The master bedroom is along the corridor there, and one of the bathrooms is there.” Loki pointed vaguely in each direction.
“Almost as nice as my penthouse,” Tony said, though his voice sounded unsure.
“Oh, Anthony.” Loki looked at him disparagingly. “You know that this is grander than anything you could envisage. Now, shall we have a tour?”
The god led the Avenger around the first floor, showing him the grand bedroom with its heavy, unadorned canopy bed, delicate wallpaper, magicked ceiling and large closet. Tony lightly touched the magical ephemera and books that covered every surface, smiling softly. It was all very Loki, mysterious, a bit Dungeons and Dragons, unabashedly bookish.
The bathroom was suitably grand as well, with another large window and a black marble fireplace. A large metal bathtub stood in the centre of the room, fit for a prince. Tony nodded his approval. The living room, with its mix of Midgard and Asgard, new tech and antiques, was equally opulent. The Avenger found it difficult to focus on the numerous wonders and artworks that covered the dark walls. The weak winter sunlight made everything glitter, so that the room seemed almost golden.
The second floor held more bedrooms and bathrooms, with a room that had been converted into a surprisingly simple, warm-toned office. Small plants, Wakandan trinkets, and a large computer screen sat on an antique desk, with a plain teak bookcase groaning under the weight of books and files. A well-worn sofa sat in a corner. Tony peered at small polaroids on the wall, looking at what appeared to be Claude, Loki and friends in clubs and on holiday.
“Sometimes I need a quiet space to work.” Claude’s voice seemed almost apologetic, knowing that it did not have the same opulence as the rest of the flat.
“I like a quiet space to work too, Eastwick. That’s why I keep my lab under lock and key.” Loki took the Avenger by the waist.
“I have something that you may enjoy, Anthony.” The Avenger raised an eyebrow. He could think of several things that he would enjoy right now. Loki grabbed his hand and dragged him upstairs. Tony’s eyes widened as the god and witch smiled at each other.
“Holy shit,” he breathed. The entire floor was a vast library, covered floor to ceiling in books and objects. The ceiling was covered in another moving mural, the golden spires and Rainbow Bridge of the former Realm Eternal. The edges of the ceiling were covered in runes that pulsed with seidr. Tony could feel magic everywhere he turned. Even Strange’s sanctum didn’t feel like this.
“Do you like it?” Loki’s voice was seductively low. Tony looked at them, disbelieving.
“Uh, yeah. What the fuck is this place?” Loki leaned against an elegant table, their green eyes shining.
“This is my personal library. And a library of my life. These walls contain my stories, and my magic. They also contain a bit of Asgard, though just a few wayward memories.” Tony walked slowly to one of the windows, placing rough hands on frost-covered glass. He stared out at the view. It was London, and yet not. It seemed like everything was shifting, though he couldn’t pinpoint what.
A smaller, firm hand clutched his own. “It’s alright Tony, it takes some getting used to.” Claude reassuring eyes met the amazed eyes of the Iron Avenger.
“What the fuck is this, Lokes?” The god’s face was filled with glee.
“It’s just a bit of Asgardian and chaos magick. This floor is my creation, it goes where I go. The views always show the stories that have happened, those yet to happen and those that will never happen. I can’t change any of it, of course, but I can bear witness to it, and remember it. I told you, years ago. I am also the Goddex of Stories. You could say that this is my own personal realm.”
They looked at Tony’s shocked face. “Who wants breakfast? We have a big day ahead!”
Claude moaned happily. “Gods, this is perfect. Just what I needed, princeling.” She stabbed another bit of french toast and fruit and dipped them in syrup. She closed her eyes in bliss.
Loki smiled at the witch, they loved having their meals appreciated. “I’m glad you are enjoying it, my darling.”
Tony stabbed his food listlessly from across the dining table, looking at the god with his brows furrowed.
“Are you not enjoying your breakfast, Anthony?” Loki asked sweetly.
“What? Yeah, s’fine. Sorry, still trying to get my head around the Hogwarts you built upstairs.”
“You wanted me to be honest with you. I showed you something that only Claude has seen. It is an intimate part of myself, all the books and stories of what made me, who I was, and who I can be.” A slight hint of acid crept into their voice. Claude used a bit of magick to rub the trickster’s back soothingly.
Tony looked down at his plate, munching a strawberry thoughtfully. When he looked up again, he was smiling. “I did want that, didn’t I? Thanks for the tour of the library, princess. It was strange and beautiful, like you.” Loki cleared their throat and looked away, flustered. Their ears burned crimson.
The Avenger pushed their plate away, draping his arm behind the back of his chair. “So, what’s the plan for today, and does it require me to be fully dressed?”
“I’m afraid so, Tony. We’re going shopping for holiday decorations!” Both the trickster and Iron Avenger seemed unenthusiastic.
“Don’t look so dour, it’s not like you haven’t done this before.” They both looked down, suddenly very interested in the grain pattern of the dining table. Claude looked at them, outrage growing in her eyes.
“Have neither of you ever decorated for the holidays before? Not even mistletoe?”
Loki looked at the witch askance. “Space prince, remember? Our holidays were slightly different. And I have not had the most amicable relationship with mistletoe…” Their voice dwindled as they became lost in thought, before snapping back to the present. “Beside, the servants did all the preparations for Jól, from the feast to garlanding the palace.” Claude looked at them with an eyebrow raised.
“Well, how about you, Tony? Did your servants decorate your house too?”
“Haha. Christmas was a weird time around my house. My father was always working, and it was an important period on the social calendar for my mom, so she was always busy making the house look perfect with the decorator. I was kept out of the way so that I wouldn’t damage anything. By the time Christmas Day rolled around, everyone was exhausted, so it tended to be quiet. My mom always tried to make it special, though. But after they died, I dunno. Just became another day.” His expression was slightly clouded as he thought about his parents.
Claude looked down, embarrassed that she had dredged up unpleasant memories. “Sorry, Tone.”
He smiled warmly at the witch. “Hey kid, no need to apologise. I’m looking forward to seeing how you decorate. Do you use batwings or floating cauldrons-ow!” Claude’s magick pinched him on the arm.
“None of your sass, Mr Stark.” Tony’s eyes darkened, he loved how his name sounded coming out of the witch’s mouth. “We are going shopping, though I may have a few tricks up my sleeve too.” Her face was sly.
“Then later, you are going out with us.” Tony looked at the god and witch suspiciously.
“Going out where, Double Trouble?”
“Laufeyson has a drag Christmas show on tonight with our friend Olu! We thought you might like to watch, have a few virgin cocktails.” Tony’s eyebrows almost met his hairline.
“I feel like you should have led with that, Eastwick. Yeah, sounds great. Uh, what should I wear?” Tony looked slightly nervous, he was hardly au fait with what young people were doing nowadays, even with Peter Parker’s constant guidance.
“Oh Anthony, haven’t you been in a queer bar before?”
“Not since I was in my twenties and even hotter than I am now.” Loki rolled their eyes, though a smile danced on their lips. “Obie said that it wasn’t appropriate for the CEO of Stark Industries to be photographed stumbling out of a gay bar, so my days of being a slutty twink were short-lived.”
“Aw Tony, you’ll always be a slutty twink to me.” Tony winked at the witch as she cleared the dishes.
“You can borrow some of my clothes for tonight, Anthony. I’ll even shorten them for you.” Loki walked around the table to kiss the Avenger’s hair as he grumbled. Moving towards the kitchen, the trickster was suddenly grabbed by Tony. He pulled them into his lap.
“You think you can get away from me that easily, Bambi? Has anyone ever told you that you’re incredibly rude?” Tony kissed the laughing trickster, who tried to squirm out of his grasp.
Claude watched her lovers fondly as she made an itinerary for the day. She took Christmas very seriously and had been itching to transform Loki’s flat into something even more magical.
December 1st, 19 days ago
Claude and her friends had already decorated their flat weeks ago and Loki found it all very baffling.
“Is it not too early for such decorations? What draws you to this mortal holiday, I thought that rampant consumerism held no real appeal for you.” They sat in Claude’s kitchen, drinking hot chocolate and eating pastries amidst paper snowflakes and carefully assembled paper chains. Wintry floral arrangements dotted the flat.
Loki chuckled gently as Claude explained her late-found love of Christmas, her eyes as bright and warm as twinkling fairy lights. She’d never experienced a proper Christmas as a child. Having a polytheistic dad and a mom who thought science was the only true religion meant that Yuletide was yet another dismissed American holiday. She had originally latched onto the holiday during university in defiance of her parents, before eventually falling for the clash of cultures and traditions the holiday possessed. She became a zealous Yule devotee, in love with the opulence, excess and indulgence of the season.
“Oh my witchling, in a different time you would have made a most wonderful adherent of my teachings.” The witch scoffed as Loki continued.
“You are drawn to chaos, even in its more domestic form. Of course this fragile period when the boundaries between realms, death and rebirth are at their most porous would appeal to you.” Claude thought about it, making an expression of acknowledgement.
“Huh.” She took Loki’s hand, batting her eyes. “I would love it if you could celebrate with me this year, we’re having a Yuletide potluck a few days before Christmas and everyone’s invited. Olu and Crys are expecting one of your signature dishes. I’m even making some gløgg, so it’s closer to an Asgardian feast. What do you say, beloved? There will be merriment, and possibly debauchery.” Her voice was teasing. Loki gave a crooked smile.
“Well, if there is merriment and the promise of debauchery, how could I resist?” Claude hugged them fiercely.
“This is going to be the best Yule ever!”
“Sithandwa sam, are you ready for tonight? Olu’s meeting us at noon and I don’t want you to forget anything.” Loki jumped up and squeezed Claude’s shoulder in thanks before transporting to the closet. Tony and Claude moved to the sofa, towards the warmth of the sun.
“Do you want a fire going? I can put it on if it’s too chilly.” The Avenger nodded, places in this country were always too drafty, yet another point in America’s favour. Though these views were hard to top. Claude snapped her fingers and the fireplace came roaring to life.
Claude hitched up her dress, straddling the Avenger. She placed her arms around his shoulders, kissing him slowly and playfully.
“I’m glad you’re here, Mr Stark. I look forward to showing you a good time.”
Tony closed his eyes and moaned slightly. “I bet.” Claude rested her head on his shoulder for a moment, before looking at him closely. She gently kissed the laugh lines that framed his dark eyes and expressive mouth, and the worry lines on his forehead.
“We really are glad that you came Tony, it means a lot to us. I don’t think Loki’s ever shared a partner before, so I’m glad they chose you. They trust you, and that’s a really big deal. I can’t wait for you to meet everyone.” Tony smiled as the witch adjusted into a more comfortable sitting position, resting her head on his chest. He stroked her braids delicately.
“So, what’s plan for the next few days?”
“Today you’ll meet one of my closest friends Olu, she’s an amazing novelist. We met when we were doing our postgrad degrees. She’s going shopping with us for a bit before going to the club with Loki. Then we’ll both come back here and change before going to the show. Tomorrow will be a decorating bonanza, while you and Loki prep for the potluck-”
“You know I can’t cook, right?”
“It’s ok, you can bring dips. Fancy dip, since you’re the wealthiest Avenger.” Tony smirked.
“The day after that is the potluck, everyone’s dying to meet you, so I apologise in advance. Then, I dunno. We have a few days until we travel with everyone, so I figured I’d show you around my neighbourhood, maybe get up to no good.”
“Do we have to wait that long to get into trouble?” Tony’s voice was rough with want. Claude smiled temptingly at him, her hand going up his shirt.
“It depends how much time we have until the godling is ready.”
Tony shouted towards the bedroom. “Hey, uh, Prancer, how much longer ‘til you’re ready?”
Loki reappeared with several bags, before swiftly making them vanish. “I’m ready!” Tony swore softly, making the witch grin. She patted the Avenger’s face.
“Next time, Mr Stark. But now,” her eyes turned slightly maniacal, ”it’s time to get our motherfucking Christmas on!” Tony and Loki looked at each other worriedly. Could they handle a Christmas-crazed witch?