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vbecker10 · 18 days

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Laundry Day

Loki's POV of events: How Could This Not Fit?!

Bucky's spin-off fic: Loads of Fun (different Y/N character) - in progress

Pairing: Loki x female reader (ofc)

Summary: You and Loki are living together in the Avengers Tower and you've asked him to help you with the laundry. You decide it's the perfect opportunity to prank him but that might not have been a good idea... not if you wanted to sleep tonight that is.

Warnings: ... um nothing really, alluding to sex but not much

A/N: I finished my laundry and was folding (trying desperately to fold) my fitted sheet and I came up with this silly little thing so... enjoy 💚

You take a bottle of water out of the fridge in the common kitchen, laughing to yourself as you shake your head.

"Something funny in the fridge?" Tony asks from the island, looking up from his tablet.

You turn to him and open the bottle. "No, I was just laughing about something that could possibly get me in a lot of trouble with Loki," you barely explain.

"I have no idea what that means," Steve says as he and Bucky join the conversation.

You take a sip of water and set the bottle on the island. "I was tired of being the one who did our laundry all the time so I told Loki he needed to help me with it today," you start to tell them.

"Still not seeing the funny," Tony says sarcastically.

"I'm getting there," you wave away his comment and he chuckles. "So anyway, I told him to help and he did... an okay job of it. I mean, the dryer and him got in a bit of a fight but we finally got it done," you continue.

"Did he break the dryer cause I've gotta do like four loads of laundry tonight?" Bucky asks concerned as he pulls out the stool next to Steve.

"How could you possibly have to do four loads of laundry?" Tony turns towards him. "You own one hoodie and three henleys at most," he adds.

"Can we get back to my problem?" you pull their attention back to yourself. "I might not have much time left," you joke but you aren't actually sure how long until Loki comes looking for you.

"What did you do to him?" Steve asks, sounding concerned for your safety. Loki would never hurt you of course, he loved you too much, but when you annoyed him you always found it hard to walk the next day.

"Well, he put all the laundry away using his magic but I told him that was cheating. He said it wasn't and we went back and forth for a bit until I made him a bet," you smile. Loki could never resist a wager, especially since he always assumed he would win, and he usually did. "I bet him... something," you suddenly realize you don't necessarily want the guys to know the dirty things you promised Loki and they all look away awkwardly for a moment as if they understood that.

"Right, whatever... so the bet was for him to make the bed himself, without his magic," you tell them.

"Look, I still don't like him very much but, give him a little credit. I think he's smart enough to figure it out," Bucky says.

"Yeah, that doesn't really seem like a bet you're going to win, Y/N," Steve agrees.

"Well... I might not have except for one teeny tiny little bitty detail," you assure them.

"Which is?" Tony asks with a mixture of curiosity and agitation that the story is taking so long.

"I switched the sheet set," you say, they all stare at you confused and you sigh. "I gave him a full size set... and we have a queen bed. There's not a chance in hell he's going to be able to get the fitted sheet on and if he does manage it, I'll know he used his magic and still win," you smile broadly, proud of yourself for tricking the trickster God.

"Well that's a dangerous game to play," Steve says and before you can respond you hear Loki coming down the hall.

"Y/N," he says when he enters the kitchen. You swallow as your mouth goes dry, he does not look happy. "You cheated," he says without question.

"No, I was just..." you try to explain but he walks towards you, keeping his eyes locked on yours.

"You... cheated," he says slowly as he backs you into the counter by the sink.

"I mean, only a little," you say with a smile but he doesn't smile back. "And I only did it to make sure you didn't use your magic," you quickly try to explain.

"Um, I think we should go... literally anywhere else," Steve says as Loki grips your waist with both hands and keeps you pressed between himself and the counter.

"Don't worry, we're leaving," Loki says with a smirk, still looking only at you. Without warning he picks you up and throws you over his shoulder. You gasp and the suddenness of it and he uses one arm to hold you in place by the back of your legs as he turns to leave the kitchen. He pauses and picks up your water bottle. "You'll need to keep hydrated, it's going to be a very long night, love," he says as he carries you down the hall towards your room.

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theaudacitytowrite · 9 months

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Y/N: Listen, I know we don't always see eye to eye-

Loki, leaning over: That's because you're too short to do so.

Y/N: You moutherf-

Peter: *holding Y/N back as they try to pounce at Loki*

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lokiprompts · 2 years

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A Second Chance - Part 2

Welp, guess I am going to make this a three parter. The third part will be the last part, I swear!

Summary: You didn't really like Loki, but you lost your memories and Loki takes advantage of the situation by pretending to be your boyfriend. What could go wrong?

Warnings: Some smut if you squint. Also didn't proof read this cuz I'm le tired. Sorry.

Words: ~ 3k

Part one on my master list.

You furrowed your brows at the man in front of you, who apparently was named Loki and was your boyfriend. None of this looked familiar, but something about him being so close to you felt…weird, but also right. You believed every word he said. Loki, or so he calls himself, was rubbing his thumb over your hand and you were thankful that you weren’t here in this hospital bed alone.

“I’m sorry that I don’t remember you.” You continued to look down at your joined hands and you genuinely did feel bad. How horrible must it be for him for his lover to forget who he was? You said so out loud and he gave your hand a gentle squeeze.

“It’s okay, Darling. I am not upset. I am just glad you are okay.” His eyes were glassy, and he looked at you. The love and affection were apparent in his eyes, and you felt obligated to give him a little smile.

“How long have we been together?” It was an innocent question, but Loki seemed thrown off by it. Thankfully, the God of Mischief was good at thinking on his feet.

“It’s relatively new,” He cleared his throat awkwardly, “but we are very happy.” He looked so stiff, but you just assumed it was because his girlfriend forgot who he was and the stress of that.

You laughed and that seemed to perk him up a bit, “I will take your word on it.”

There was a knock on the door and a nurse, followed by Dr. Strange came into your room. The doctor flipped through your chart and smiled at you, “I see you are awake. You hit your head pretty good, Y/N. How are you feeling?”

You shifted a bit, looking to Loki because honestly, you had no idea who this doctor was, but he spoke to you as if you knew him. “I, uh, I don’t remember much. I will be honest; I am very confused.” The more you thought about it, the more upset you got. You had a raging headache, the more you tried to remember, but it was all static. It was so frustrating!

“I don’t know where I am. I feel like I should know, and I feel like I should know who you are too, but I don’t.” By the time you finished, you were choking your words out in between tears. The sympathetic looks from everyone in the room felt like knives to your heart. All you wanted to do was remember, but you couldn’t.

“I know it is so frustrating Y/N. Thankfully, all your tests and scans came back fine. You just have a mild concussion and so, with amnesia like this, your memory will likely come back very quickly and probably all at once. So, you just have to be patient.”

The news was reassuring, but you were never one to be patient. That is something you knew about yourself, at least.

“We can make arrangements for someone to help take care of you. You shouldn’t be alone, and you will need help with your leg.”

You looked to Loki, confused. Maybe the doctor wasn’t aware of your relationship, “Well, I just assumed he would –“

“I will take responsibility for her, Doctor!” Loki interrupted, jumping to his feet with a big smile and a wave of his hand.

Strange looked between you and Loki with narrowed eyes, “Are you sur-“

“Yes, yes, I am her partner. I will be helping her. The rest of the team is busy on missions, and I am here, so it makes the most sense.”

That answer seemed to placate the doctor as he went over discharge instructions with Loki. Though, you wondered why Loki didn’t mention your relationship.

Then, before you knew it, you were making your way out of the Med Bay to your room, or what you were told was your room. You hobbled down the hallway on your crutches and Loki was there to catch you as you found your rhythm. The staples that were in your leg was gruesome, so you were thankful for his help. It was sweet, actually.

Loki took your room key from you and opened the door. He helped you in and started with a barrage of questions.

“Do you need anything? Are you hungry? Thirsty? Are you in pain?” You smiled softly at him and placed a gentle hand on his shoulder.

“Did you always worry like this?”

He looked down at your hand on his shoulder and then back at you. “Always. I always worry about you. I just want you to be okay, to be happy.”

“Well, some pasta would make me very happy, Loki.” You shuffled your way over to the couch, with Loki on your heels of course, and sat down.

“Yes, right, of course. Right away, Darling. Whatever you need!” And the tall man made his way into your kitchen. While you heard him banging pots and pans in the kitchen, you took in the apartment around you. There wasn’t very much there. There were a few photos of you with the Avengers, but no family that you could recognize. You remembered your initial training days with the team, but after that it was a blur. The décor in the apartment was quite plain, outside of some plants here and there. Overall, the apartment did not give you many hints about the time you had lost.

You heard whispered yelling coming from your kitchen in a language you didn’t understand. You strained your neck to try and peak and see what was happening.

“Is everything okay in there?” You called out and Loki popped his head out from the kitchen, so you could see him.

“Oh yes, perfect, Darling. It will be the best pasta you have ever eaten. The most magnificent!” Then, as quickly as he appeared, he was gone. Loki seemed very confident, but something was telling you that he was bluffing.

“You don’t know how to cook do you?” You yelled. As soon as you said that there was a giant crash of pots and pans in the kitchen. Frankly, he sounded like he was destroying your kitchen.

Loki scrambled back out to your line of sight again. He wiped chonks of his hair out of his face as he tried, but failed, to keep a cool and collected image. You covered your mouth, trying to stifle your giggles.

“No, what makes you say that?!” You gave him a pointed look, and he all but crumbled under your gaze, “Okay, fine. I am not a great cook, but I want to take care of you. Please let me try.”

Loki towered over you, but here, hanging outside of your kitchen, he looked so small and so unsure. So far, as much as you knew, he was the only one in your life to come check on you. He wanted to make you a meal, even if it meant going outside of his comfort zone and even making a fool of himself. The gesture warmed your heart, so you decided to throw the man a bone.

“Okay, but will you let me help you maybe?” He glared at you, as if he was daring you to get off of that couch, and you laughed, “From the couch, okay? Grab the orange box from the cupboard and come here.” He disappeared for a moment and then was by your side. You were craning your neck to try and look at him.

“Do you mind?” You motioned for him to join you on the couch, but he surprised you by falling to his knees in front of you. You asked him to turn around and he looked skeptical at first before complying.

“The first thing we have to do is put that hair back” You grabbed a stray hair tie that was on your coffee table and ran your fingers through his long, black hair and gathering it in your hand for a low pony. You could have sworn you heard him purr and you smiled. You twisted the tie around his hair and secured it into a neat ponytail for him.

“I like your curls.” You simply said. He turned around to face you and he had a lovely dusting of pink on his cheeks. Loki’s hands gingerly touched his hair and he smiled softly at you before murmuring a whispered ‘thank you’. You wondered if he was always this shy, but either way you thought it was cute.

Picking up the box of pasta, you showed him the instructions on the back. “See this tells you how to cook it. You know how to use the stove, right?” He nodded his head enthusiastically, but really, he had just figured it out not even five minutes ago when he accidentally lit a potholder on fire. The less you knew, the better.

You told him where to find the pasta sauce and assured him it’s hard to mess up a pasta dinner. He made a joke about how anything was possible with him and when he winked at you, you couldn’t help but blush yourself. Loki surprised you, and he seemed genuinely surprised himself, when he reappeared with two plates of perfectly cooked pasta. There was some sauce on his face, so you reach forward and swiped it off with your finger and tasting it on your tongue.

“This is good!” You exclaimed, carrying on and taking a bite from your plate as if you didn’t just cause Loki’s heart to burst with pure joy.

In between bites you continued to talk to him, “I just glad that I remember pretty much everything. I think it is just this last year and a half that I don’t really remember. Like, how did we meet? How did our relationship start?”

He slurped up some pasta and a sauce covered noodle flicked over his nose. The man was huge, but he was so childlike. It was endearing. He sheepishly wiped his face with a napkin and turned to you.

“Well, I came to the Avengers very…reluctantly. I admit, I was sour about the whole situation, and it reflected in how I interacted with others. I wasn’t pleasant to be around,” He smiled tight lips. It was clear he was embarrassed by his behavior. “But you were always kind to me. No matter how rude I was or how I tried to push you away. You always tried to make sure I was included. You wanted me to feel like this was my home.”

He looked into your eyes, and you found yourself getting lost in his. There was so much emotion pooling in those crystal blue eyes, and you couldn’t tear yourself away even if you wanted to, but you didn’t want to, “That is how I fell in love with you. Your heart is so big and so pure, and you are amazing out in the field. Really quite impressive. And you’re stunning. The most beautiful creature I have ever seen. I just want to be around you all the time…and I am rambling.” He put his head in his hands out of embarrassment, but you did hear him laugh a little bit.

“Loki?”

He lifted his head from his hands to look at you. He looked terrified of what you were going to say. “Yes?”

“You love me?” You bat your eyelashes at him as you teased him.

He chuckled, “Yes, I do. It took me a long time to admit it. You actually were the one to call me out on it. You knew before I even knew I was feeling. Of course, you teased me about that too.” It wasn’t a lie.

“And do I love you?” Loki’s eyes locked on you. The God was frozen. He knew the answer, but he didn’t know what to say to you. So, he tried to answer as honestly as he could while still maintaining the façade.

“Honestly? I don’t know. You haven’t said it to me yet, but it doesn’t matter. I am content to just be in your presence. It’s an honor, truly.” The way he looked at you told you that every word he said to you was genuine. He looked at you liked you hung the sun, the moon, and the stars and while you did not remember him, you liked the way he looked at you.

And you liked looking at him.

Your eyes danced over his face, taking in his features. His sharp jawline. His black, long curls that still hung in your ponytail. His impeccable cheekbones and pillowy lips. There was no denying that he was incredibly handsome.

“You’re starring, Darling.” He smirked. That smile, too, oh it was starting to do things to you.

You nudged him playfully with your elbow, “You’re my boyfriend. I can stare if I like.” He smiled back at you and tenderly brushed some of your hair behind your ear.

“You certainly can, Darling.”

The two of you fell into a comfortable silence and now with a full and happy belly, you couldn’t help but yawn.

“Ahh, time for bed then.” You nodded at him, the exhaustion really hitting you hard. You reached for your crutches to help you get to your bed, but he stopped you. With one quick, yet careful movement, he scooped you up in his arms as if you weighed nothing and started to make his way to your bedroom. You wrapped your arms around his neck and nuzzled in. His arms felt so comfortable, like you belonged there. It felt wonderful and you wondered how often he carried you like this to bed. You wished you could remember.

“Do you always carry me like this? It’s nice.” You murmured into his chest. Loki squeezed you closer to him. He was committing this feeling to memory. He had always wondered what you felt like in his arms, all warm and cozy. The only other time you were in his arms was when he was carrying you to the Quinjet, unconscious. If he could cast out that memory and replace it with this one, he would in a heartbeat.

“Not as often as I would like to.” It was another non-answer, answer, but you seemed satisfied with it. The god knew he was on borrowed time. It was only a matter of time until you remembered everything and realized he was lying about being in a relationship. Typically, Loki was a planner, and he was always three steps or more ahead of whatever problem he was facing. But now, he had no plans. He will face your wrath with pure gratitude that he even got to dream of a life with you.

Tenderly, as if you could break like glass, he placed you on your bed. He tucked you in so sweetly, your heart swelled. You wondered if he always cared for you like this. You missed those memories. Loki wished you a good night and turned to leave, but you called out to him.

“Can you please just hold me?” The god stood awkwardly in your bedroom, bouncing on his heels.

“I am not sure if that is a good idea. You don’t really remember me. I don’t want to make you uncomfortable.” He argued, looking down at his feet that shuffled on the floor. But really, he worried that you would hear his heart beating so loudly just being next to you.

“I am asking you to stay, so I am not uncomfortable. I don’t want to be alone…and I trust you.”

Loki’s eyes shot up to yours, “You-You do?” You smiled up at him.

“Of course. I know it is silly since I don’t really remember you. You could be lying through your teeth,” You laughed at the idea and missed the slight wince that crossed Loki’s face, “I just know I can trust you. You will take care of me. Please? Will you stay?”

You gave him your best puppy dog eyes and you saw him melt into a puddle right in front of you. This man was truly putty in your hands, and you were starting to love it. Without another word, Loki crawled into bed with you. He insisted on being on top of the covers, something about decency, but he still wrapped his arm around your waist and pulled you close to his chest. Over your shoulder, you heard a contented sigh and you fell asleep with a smile.

Sometime, during the night, Loki had made his way under the covers. He had a death grip on your body as he held you so close to him like you might try to escape. You bit your lip, feeling his bulge poke against your back. The man behind you was sound asleep so you boldly wiggled your hips against him. The low, rumbly growl that came from his chest lit your whole body on fire. Part of you felt a bit promiscuous since you still didn’t remember him, so it was like grinding on a stranger. But this stranger was crazy hot and technically he was your boyfriend, so why not right?

You let out a quiet moan of your own when you felt wet kisses under your ear and the back of your neck. And just as quickly this all started, it ended. Loki woke up and registered what was happening. His lips on your neck and his hard on rubbing against your ass. He jumped out of bed, almost tripping on it as his long legs got caught on your comforter. He turned his back to you and quickly readjusted himself in a feeble attempt to hide his obvious erection. The God was blessed, he knew this, but he still wanted to do this right. This was his second chance, after all.

You turned in bed to face him and giggled at his frantic behavior, “I didn’t realize I was so unappealing.” If there was one thing you learned about your relationship with Loki, it’s that you love teasing him.

His brain just about short circuited, “No, no, no, Darling. No. You are amazing. I mean, your face! Your body!” He gestured with his hands towards you, as if you knew exactly what he meant.

You flashed him a sweet smile and it seemed to help ease his panic, “Thanks Loki. So, what’s the plan for today?”

He sat down on the edge of the bed, and he caressed your messy bed head with his hand. The feeling was so nice. You couldn’t remember the last time you felt so loved, but a part of you was just blaming the amnesia.

“I was thinking we could do something today that might help with your memory. I wanted to recreate our first date.” He beamed down at you. You thought the idea was so incredibly sweet, and a great way to maybe trigger your memories back. But little did you know that it would, truly, be your first date with Loki.

“I love that idea.” You smiled at him, lost in his sweetness. He offered you his hand and helped you out of bed, careful of your leg.

“Then let’s get you ready, my love.”

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raqnarokr · 1 year

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Picnic date with boyfriend!Loki

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tommiruewrites · 1 year

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I absolutely loved the first request you wrote for me, so I'm back with a second one! If you can, may you please do a fem presenting gender fluid Loki and a confident plus size fem reader? Just lots of fluff and romance. 💞💞💞💞 Thank you so much 💖💖💖

Oh, How You Love Her - L.L.

word count: 0.5k

requested: yes | no requests: open | closed request rules here

warnings: fem 4 fem domestic fluff, slight bimbo!reader (it just turned out that way idk), loki making sure you never question her love, no physical descriptions of reader so she can be interpreted however you'd like, just generally too short

a/n: i finally got around to writing this, SO sorry its been actual ages. my motivation to write is finally back by force (bc fuck adhd actually) and i wanted to make sure you got something from this request, even tho it's short, because i love your asks <3 i hope you're still active to read it!! a/n pt2: i also have already used this same "i'm yours" dialogue prompt for a different fic, but i rly wanted to do it with loki so i did. who's gonna stop me?? ... that's what i thought.

remember to like, comment, and reblog to support my writing <3

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"You remember Yanara, right? Well, you would never believe what she told me yesterday."

Loki nods her head and hums along to your words, listening intently to your rambles from behind you. Her fingers card through your hair, carefully braiding and weaving it with the pretty wildflowers you picked for her this morning.

"Her best friend is totally in love with her boyfriend- we knew that already since, like, forever- but now Yanara thinks he's been seeing her in secret behind her back!"

You hear your girlfriend scoff from behind you, and the bed bounces lightly as you adjust yourself to look at her through the mirror on your vanity. "I mean, I just feel so bad for her! I totally thought he was going to propose." You frown in disappointment.

Loki meets your eyes in the glass, fingers never stopping their intricate work. "I warned her from the beginning." She states with a self-satisfied smile curling the corners of her lips at her strong intuition being correct once again.

Your shoulders deflate as you let out a heavy sigh, picking at the green nail polish decorating your fingertips, "I can't imagine how awful she must feel." You think on it for a moment, eyes suddenly finding Loki's in the mirror again as you giggle. You tease, "I hope you know that I would make your life a living hell if you ever did something like that to me."

The words have barely leave your mouth when you feel a cold hand grabbing your jaw and tipping your head back to meet your girlfriend's serious expression. "Never compare me to that idiot." she says, offended, and all you can think is how pretty she looks even upside down. "I would never do such a disgusting thing to you. What kind of person do you take me for?"

You laugh a little at that, but quickly stifle it when she glares down at you.

"I'm yours." You take in her appearance: brows furrowed in concern, green eyes glowing from the light of the flickering candles on your nightstand, strands of her long, dark hair falling in front of her sculpted face and tickling yours, and pretty lips coated in a glittery, shiny, thick black lip-gloss. She's absolutely mesmerizing. So entrancing, in fact, that you have to remind yourself to breathe.

"Say it. Tell me I'm yours." she softly demands, concern laced in her tone at your silence.

Instead, you reach your hands up to pull her face closer, pressing your lips against hers. The sticky lip-gloss tastes sweet like honey and makes you feel light-headed. Her slender fingers loosen their grip on your jaw as she melts into you, other hand coming up to cup your cheek, braiding long forgotten. As you reluctantly push her away for air, you brush the hair from her face to see her eyes better. Oh, how you love her.

"You're mine."

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shinysugar · 1 year

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The Way I Loved You

PAIRING: Loki x Reader

SUMMARY: Some things are not meant to be

WORD COUNT: 390

WARNINGS: Canon typical violence, Angst

A thousand years, that’s how long you had loved him. You had loved him as children when every scrape and every fall turned to snot-nosed tears and trembling lips. You had loved him when his brother, Thor, had accidentally broken your favorite training sword and the dark-haired prince had crafted you a new one to replace it. You had loved him when he had made all the moonflowers bloom on the night of your birthday, filling the garden with light. You had loved him when he came back from battle covered in blood and cried in your arms because he had never really killed someone before. You loved him in spite of every curse spat at you when he was angry, even the ones that pierced your heart more than you would let on. And it was because you loved him, that you accepted his apologies every time, no matter how fiercely he had hurt you the day before.

You loved him, with all his faults and all his glory, you loved him.

And when you love something, you have to let it go. Especially if it was never yours to begin with.

Sigyn was beautiful. Where Loki was cold, she was warm; all soft curves and sweet laughter that brought smiles to everyone blessed enough to hear it. You were there at the arrangement, nodding encouragement to Loki from your place in the crowd. How awkward he was when he took her hand for the first time- and though it caused something ugly and fierce to burn through your chest at the sight, there was nothing to say. Sigyn was a powerful mage and Loki was Asgardian royalty, there would not be a better match made for centuries to come, the Elders had said.

And you could not hate her.

Sigyn was kind to you, friendly in a way that you knew you were not. She was besotted by Loki, adored him and everything he was. And when you stood and watched their wedding, you were glad he would have someone so devoted to him. Because in the end it didn’t matter how much you loved him, it didn’t matter how many times you were there to pick him up when he fell down, it wasn’t your destiny to be anything more than just another face in the crowd.

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auroracalisto · 1 year

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another blurb prompt,,

"We're on the same team, asshole. Don't forget that." with loki?

All you saw was red—well, that and the flash of green and black clothing that came up beside you. Cold hands gripped onto your forearms, helping you back to your feet.

The remnants of his magic filtered through your body, warmth flooding your veins. Had you been human, you wouldn't have been standing.

Your jaw clenched as you looked up at the god, tears forming in your eyes from the aftereffects.

"We're on the same team, asshole," you said, voice low and grave. "Don't forget that."

He scowled. "It was a mistake."

"One that could have killed me."

"It won't happen again," Loki said, letting go of you. He seemed to be honest, but you knew you would have to take his word with a grain of salt. Loki wasn't always the most trustworthy person—you were speaking from experience.

You swayed where you stood, taking in a deep breath as you grabbed onto his arm and steady yourself.

"I'm sorry," Loki said, although it seemed to pain him to utter the very words.

"Don't. Let's just get this shit over with."

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barnesafterglow · 2 years

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everything everywhere

summary: after going your whole life thinking you didn't have a soulmate, he drops into your life - literally

pairing: loki laufeyson x reader

word count: 1.1k

warnings: me making it very obvious i have never seen the loki show, let's pretend any of this makes sense in a normal timeline, soulmate au

a/n: here is day 11 of my summer writing challenge with the prompt you feel any pain your soulmate feels. writing loki is always a challenge for me so i hope this reads okay <3 also not proofread but kathie said it was like fine or whatever

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You were humming to yourself as you moved about the kitchen, basking in the late summer sun that trickled in through your windows. It was the perfect sort of day, the one where you woke up in a good mood and had no responsibilities other than to just enjoy yourself. You never had those days.

That should have been your first warning.

You had just finished washing your dishes from dinner when it started, a tightness in your chest and pressure around your throat. It was hard to breathe, almost like someone was choking you. You clawed at your own neck, trying anything to alleviate the pain, when suddenly you heard a sickening snap and collapsed right there on your kitchen floor.

When you finally came to, there was no sign of any damage to your body, nothing to make you think your pain had been anything other than a vivid hallucination, but you could still feel the whisper of a hand around your neck, and you knew it spelled doomed for your long lost soulmate.

And sure enough, when you looked at the spot on your inner wrist - the same spot that had been blank since the day you were born - a burn mark was left there. The sign of a soulmate’s death.

It made no sense, you had always been one of the few recorded people who didn’t have a soulmate, and you just accepted that. But to find out that somehow, someway, you had one all along, only to lose them before you ever knew, dug deep into your heart.

The tears started to trickle from the corner of your eyes as you sat on the cool tile, clutching your wrist to your chest, when a beaming like came from your backyard, illuminating your kitchen in a stormy blue light. You pulled yourself up using the counter and peaked out the window above your sink, but couldn’t make out anything besides a tall figure moving in the dark.

It turned its head toward you, and you tried to duck out of sight, but it was already moving towards your back door, a blue glowing object in its hand. You reached for a kitchen knife just as a knock rattled through your kitchen and, against your better judgment, you unlocked the deadbolt.

You couldn’t explain the pull of this unknown stranger, but you felt the need to help - or do something. But you were mixed with both regret and relief when you pulled the door open.

In pushed a man who looked as if he were from a whole other world - dressed in green and gold robes, and what appeared to be a muzzle on his face. He was nothing less than terrifying, and yet you didn’t feel scared.

He staggered into the kitchen, leaning against the counter and allowing the object in his hands - the glowing object, a cube - to clatter there. He tried to speak, mumbling something while gesturing with his now free hands, until you reached towards him, trying to figure out how to get the contraption off.

Finally, you managed to find a button at the nape of his neck, and when it popped off, your hand brushed the skin there. An immediate jolt went through your body, gathering at the inside of your wrist, and when you looked at it, the singed skin from earlier began to stitch together.

In place of the warped skin you yet to come to terms with, were two letters: LL. And for the second time in a span of minutes, your life was catapulted from peace and thrown into a frenzy.

“Who are you?” you asked, attempting to brush away the long hair framing in his face. He made a motion to pull back, but then, as if rethinking it in a split second, he leaned into your hand.

“My name is Loki of Asgard.”

“Asgard? What is that, Scandinavian?” He chuckled, a little cruelly, before asking where he was now.

“Upstate New York,” you replied. “How did you get here?” You eyed the blue cube on your counter again, and made a move to touch it when he stepped in your path.

“That is an object of great power, it would serve you well not to mess with it.” You arched your eyebrow at him, not convinced, but didn’t try to touch it again.

Just when you thought nothing in your life could get crazier, what looked like a portal of some kind opened right behind Loki, and two figures in head to toe black armor stepped through it.

They explained, unkindly, that they were with something called the TVA, and that they would be taking Loki with them, due to crimes committed against time - whatever that meant.

You had only known him a matter of minutes, but you still felt an undeniable need to protect him as one of the men produced a pair of sparking, iron cuffs.

“Wait!” You stepped between them and Loki before the cuffs should be placed. “What about soulmate laws?”

You knew it was a long shot. There were a multitude of laws protecting pairs of soulmates, but you had no idea if they would hold any sway with these TVA people. But you had to try, for Loki.

It must have worked though because, after a brief deliberation between themselves, the two armored men stepped back. After showing them your wrists, a nail biting moment, considering you didn’t know if he actually bore the same tattoo with your initials, they placed the cube on your counter - a tesseract, they called it - in a box and disappeared back through the blur of space they had come from.

When they were gone, you turned to Loki again.

“So, soulmate, any chance you have somewhere to be? Or do I need to set up the guest room?”

It was an incredibly awkward sentence to say, and it didn’t feel quite right coming from your mouth. But the thought of him staying, that did feel right.

“Considering I just found out that I accidentally traveled through space and time into another universe, I think it’s safe to say that I don’t have anywhere to be.”

“Perfect,” you responded, and headed for the stairs to get your spare room in order. After everything that had happened, you needed a good night’s rest. The rest could wait until the morning.

#loki laufeyson #loki fic #loki laufeyson x reader #loki x reader #loki odinson #loki odison x reader #loki tv #loki #mcu #marvel #tiff writes #sweet summer blurbs #everything everywhere

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lukeskisses · 2 years

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in a slightly writing-y mood, and for a writer I don't write a lot so send me some blurb requests!!! (what/who I write for in the tags)

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demontonic · 10 months

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theaudacitytowrite · 9 months

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Y/N frustrated: Loki, you've been sending me mixed signals for months now. What do you want?!

Loki, scoffs: I just wanna be friends.

Y/N: Ok, good.

Loki: ...plus a little extra.

Loki: Also, I love you.

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lokiprompts · 2 years

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For your 1000 Follower Event: What if Loki - during one of his visits to Midgard - found himself swarmed by fans who kept calling him "Tom" and "Mr.Hiddleston"? And on top of that, if a small bakery offered Loki free cake(s)/pastries assuming that he was indeed "Mr.Hiddleston"?

Thank you so much for doing this!

Ahhh I loved this. It was so fun to write!! I tweaked it a bit and paired it with a request from @itsybitchylittlewitchy!! ENJOY THE CHAOS

Nailed it - Loki GN Reader

Summary: You try to bake a cake for Loki to impress him....but things don't go as planned. Who thought you could summon the undead with a cake recipe?!

Words: ~1300

Warnings: Just pure chaos.

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“How did you manage this again, Darling?!” Loki spat out through gritted teeth; his back pressed against the door of your bakery kitchen as the creature behind it tried to break through. Your shoulder was pressed firmly against his in attempt to help keep the creature at bay, but you both knew his godly strength was doing the heavy lifting. There was a green, hazy glow emanating through the cracks of the door. If it wasn’t paired with threatening growls, you may have found it pretty.

“I was just trying to bake a cake!” You cried. The ridiculousness of the situation causing feelings of frustration and anxiety that brought tears to the corner of your eyes.

“So, you found a recipe and instead of a vanilla cake, you summoned an undead creature?! How does that happen?!”

It all started out so simply. Loki, the newly minted, albeit very reluctantly, Avenger practically crashed into your bakery after being chased by a swarm of screaming girls. Much to his dismay, and a giant bruise to his godly ego, they thought he was the actor, Tom Hiddleston. The very actor that played him in movies as a part of marketing and publicity ploy for the Avengers.

“Although he is quite dashing, I am not him.” He recanted the story back to you one day. Yet, the women didn’t believe him. It started with one adoring fan, pawing at his black Gucci suit with a glazed look over her eyes.

“Her eyes…they were empty, and she kept on repeating, ‘what in the Wattpad?’ and I kept on asking her, what the Hel a Wattpad was and she kept on repeating it. ‘What in the Wattpad, what in the Wattpad’! The woman was psychotic, I tell you.” The story was almost unbelievable, but this was one of the many insane stories he told you. It was just another Tuesday for the God of Mischief. Then more came, like a moth to a flame. Still chanting ‘What in the Wattpad’ until he was running for his life from nearly fifty screaming girls.

He took a sharp turn onto your street and then directly into your bakery. You recognized him as who he was, the God of Mischief, and the look of relief and sweet smile that he flashed you made your heart flutter. That day, he stuck around insisting he needed to ‘lay low’. You teasingly offered him refuge from his ‘fans’ in exchange for his taste testing services. It was a sacrifice he was willing to make.

But then he came back the next day. And the day after that. And the day after that. All the while charming your pants off and spinning innuendos about your ‘sweet cream’ that made your face turn red. Of course, he loved to fluster you and you loved to be flustered. With him spending all this time at your bakery, relentlessly flirting with you, you started to consider that maybe he actually liked you. Like, like Liked. So, you wanted to bake him a special cake and ask him out officially on a date.

The whole thing was rather unusual. When you came into the bakery today, you found a recipe on the counter for the cake. Earl Grey cake with lavender infused frosting. It screamed Loki and you knew you had to make it for him. You had no idea where the recipe came from, but it didn’t matter. Just as you were finishing the final touches on the cake, you noticed a little poem at the bottom of the recipe. How fun!

“Magic forces, black and white, reaching out through space and light. Be he far or be he near, bring us the demon, Draugar here.” You paused, flipping the recipe over as the next thing said to garnish the cake with a sprig of lavender and lemon zest to taste.

“Huh.” You simply said with a little shrug and did as the recipe said, finishing your gorgeous cake with a proud smile.

But then the ground began to shake and at first, you thought it was an earthquake, but the smell, oh the smell told you it wasn’t. You covered your mouth and nose with your hand, thankful for the lingering lemony scent. The first thing you heard was a groan. You spun around on your heel and saw it. A decaying, grotesque zombie, swiping its boney finger into your prized cake and putting it to its peeled back lips.

“Asshole! That’s my cake!” You yelled out before you even realized what you were doing. When the zombie turned to you and started walking in your direction, you took off. There was no way in hell that you were dying in this horror film. You weren’t a virgin. You had a hoe phase like everyone else. Can’t you have a good time and not die?! Just as you bolted out of your kitchen, your back pressed firmly against the door, your sweet prince came in.

“Darling, I am here for my daily tasting….” He saw your panting body sprawled across your kitchen door and furrowed his brows in concern, “What’s wrong?”

The decaying arm that managed to break through the cracks of the door was enough of an answer for him. He bolted over to your side, helping hold the door as you told him how you ended up in this crazy situation.

“It isn’t a vanilla cake! It is an Earl Gray cake with lavender infused frosting, Loki!” You corrected with the unbridled venom of an overzealous hipster. Why you were sacrificing yourself on this cake covered hill, when the dead was literally banging your door down – you had no idea.

He rolled his eyes, but quickly refocused as the zombie on the other side of your door banged with more force, “Well, pardon me! If this thing wasn’t trying to eat us, I would almost be excited about it!”

Your body jolted forward again as the creature banged at the door, its stench making its way to your nostrils and making you gag, “You should! I made it for you to ask you out on a date, but NO. I get a freakin’ zombie in my kitchen!”

“You…what? A date?” Just as you were going to answer Loki, the zombie creature thing bust through the doors, sending you and Loki both flying across your store display case. You waited for the inevitable cracking of your skull on your discount laminate floor, but it never happened. Instead, strong arms had you cradled from the fall. Loki’s arms.

“Are you alright?” He asked you as his large hands brushed your hair out of your face, checking you for injuries. You simply nodded, too flustered to even speak. Loki noticed of course and the little smirk he flashed you told you that he knew the affect he had on you.

��Bleeeaaaaarrghhhhh!” The decayed creature hissed out. It was coming around the corner of the display case, arms stretched out and groaning as it dragged its rotting flesh towards you and your prince.

“Norn’s, I’ve had enough of this!” Loki growled and took your off him. The fact that he easily moved you like you weighed nothing heating you up in the most inappropriate way, at the most inopportune time. Quickly, he stood to his feet, his tall frame towering over you from your place on the floor. Loki extended his hand and rambled off some words you guessed was an Asgardian incantation. A blast of green exploded from his palm and hit the creature directly in the chest.

“Merp?” The zombie exclaimed? Asked? Questioned? Before it exploded and covered your display case and seating area with rotting flesh.

With another swipe of his hand, the zombie was gone and the so was the mess. On an ordinary day, you may have wondered where his magic would put the obliterated body parts of an undead creature, but this was no ordinary day. And you weren’t going to question your now clean bakery.

Loki offered you his hand to help you up and you took it. Now, standing in front of him, almost chest to chest, he surprised you. He didn’t let go of your hand. Instead, he laced his fingers with yours.

“So, I believe you were going to ask me on a date?” He ended his question with a grin.

The cheeky bastard.

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raqnarokr · 1 year

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Boyfriend!Loki

Boyfriend!Loki appears in your front door after going on a mission for two weeks and presents you with a surprise date and a gift.

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elliewlums · 1 year

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the--sad--hatter · 1 year

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Winter Wishes - Prologue (Loki x Reader)

Warnings - Loki, implied smut, Swearing, Death, Angst, Dark Humour, Shenanigan’s, Mutual Pining, lots of Hallmark cheese

Pairing - Loki X Reader (Slow Burn Romance), Enemies to Idiots in Love

Reader Description - Female, No physical descriptions, Only referred to by nicknames & Petnames (No use of Y/N)

Description/Blurb -

When a distant Uncle passes away and leaves you with a cottage cabin in a small town, thousands of miles away from your life, you decide to roll with fate. You move to the tiny town of Marvel, filled with colourful locals and strange characters, like Natasha, the owner of the best and only bar in town. She pulls you into her orbit, and introduces you to people who unknowingly change your life.

Your empty life starts to fill with friends, and community. Embraced by the people of Marvel, your heart starts to fill with love. There’s never a dull day, between new friends, frozen furballs with pleading eyes, town activities, and beautiful nature, you embark on a new adventure.

It would almost be perfect if it weren’t for the surly, snarky youngest son of the Mayor. Loki Odinson is the villain in your new fairytale. He plots to displace you from Marvel, drive you out of town, and take your land for his new scheme. But you’ve just found this life, and you’re determined not to give it up so easily.

If Loki wants war, then you’ll give the handsome bastard the battle of his life.

PROLOGUE

The chill in the air was biting at your face, the rest of your skin protected by the black clothes draped over your body, blending into the sea of black around you. mourners gathered around you, grief overflowing from them directed toward a pointlessly pretty coffin, and it occurred to you that the whole process of a funeral was less about burying the dead, and more about finding a box to bury your sadness in. All the grief, the tears, they would fade when the dirt hit the wood, and then it would be onwards to drinks and stories. As if it really worked like that.

Yet, nobody would be seen crying in public after the funeral. The smart black clothes would go back into closets, and life would move on.

For you, that would be easier said than done. You knew of the old man you were mourning for with the crowd of strangers, he was your uncle, but he lived thousands of miles away, and all you had of him were wild stories of his escapades, clips of him in the background of home movies, and apparently a house.

He’d left everything to you, citing in his will that he couldn’t think of anybody who needed it more. The lawyer who had tracked you down to tell you, said that your uncle had said he was leaving you more than just a house, he was leaving you a way to make a home.

You treaded forward, head down as you dodged the people between you and the coffin, until you were standing right next to it.

“I don’t understand.” You whispered, placing your hand on the cold wooden box, hoping that somehow an answer would present itself.

You had a decent enough life, a tiny apartment with only one leak in the ceiling, and a cold water tap that spewed boiling water instead. Your job was your dream job, even if you’d come to learn that dreams could be deceiving. There were no close friends, just a perpetually stoned old woman next door who sometimes stopped you on the doorstep to tell outlandish stories about breaking laws without getting caught.

So, it wasn’t the best life, but it was alright, even if it felt empty at times. Was it bad enough a life to throw it all away on the whims of a dead man? Should you really make the call to the movers to collect your meagre boxes of belongings, or should you go back and unpack them?

Stick with the safe life, or gamble it away for a cottage cabin in the woods of a small and strange town?

You gulped down a deep breath of freezing air and raised your head up. A flash of red snatched your attention as you caught the gaze of a beautiful redhead. Her expression revealed nothing, but there was a warmth in her eyes. She nodded her head at you, and acknowledgement, a greeting, but it felt like more.

It felt like an answer.

As your mind made itself up, you glanced back down at the coffin.

“I hope you know what you’re doing Uncle Stan.”

AUTHORS NOTE - I decided to honour Stan Lee a little by having him be the person that changes readers life, even after he’s gone, just like he did in real life.

This is my first fic in ages, like over a year, so it may be rusty but it’ll hopefully get better. I’m going to aim for a chapter mostly every day (except Sundays) through December, and this is a full on cheesy Hallmark comfort fic. It’s gonna be cosy!

Soooo comment and reblog if you want/can, or just read silently, whatever works for you, I just hope you enjoy the story.

#Loki #Loki x Reader #The Avengers #Avengers x Reader #au

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