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literatureatthebowofnails · 6 months

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A/N: Looking forward to your feedback

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Pairing: Loki x reader

Summary: Your first trip to Asgard

Warnings: Vomiting, fluff, angst

You land on Asgard, clutching Loki's arm in a death grip. Your nails dig into the black leather of his jacket, knuckles white as you fight to keep down your breakfast.

At Loki's other side, Steve Rogers grasps Thor's shoulder to steady himself. Beside you, Director Fury stands almost entirely still, the only sign of movement a slight flapping of his coat.

"Welcome to..."

"I'm going to be sick," you cut off the gatekeeper, releasing Loki and running to spill the churning contents of your stomach off the bridge.

You look up and see a grand procession approaching from further down, their guilded armor bright in the morning sun. Leading the group are four warriors: a stunning dark-haired woman, a blonde with a charming grin, a stout soldier sporting wild facial hair, and an overly serious crusader.

You wipe your mouth, feeling better but still unsteady on your feet as you return to the circular chamber. "Sorry," you mutter.

"Don't worry about it," Steve says. "I was a mess on my first visit."

"Um, thanks." You don't really believe him.

"I am Heimdall," the golden god continues, unfazed by your interlude. "Gatekeeper of Asgard, protector of the Bifrost, and seer of all things."

At this point, the entourage arrives. "May I present Lady Sif, the Warriors Three and the Einherjar," Thor makes your introductions, noting that Rogers and Fury are already acquainted with the leaders.

Three horses are presented for your journey to the palace. You perch nervously at the front of your saddle, grasping the horn for dear life. Loki swings up gracefully behind you and reaches around to control the reigns.

"It's alright, darling," he coos, wrapping an arm snuggly about your middle. "Nótt is steady and true. He will deliver us safely, I guarantee it."

You take a breath, trying not to shudder or look beyond the bridge. "It's my first time."

"And you're doing splendidly," he hugs you closer and you begin to relax as you watch Steve cling to Thor's waist.

Fury kicks his steed to a trot, joining Hogun at the head of the group.

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The five of you gather in an antechamber, preened and swathed in Asgardian finery. Rogers and Fury are called first, leaving to greet the court. After some time, you and Loki are announced.

He takes your hand, placing it around his arm before entering the grand golden hall. You walk side by side down the long aisle to the throne. Loki's steps are assured, his pace steady, honed jaw set in determination. The crowd claps respectfully, their observance subdued, even hesitant.

You reach the stairs below the throne and bend in a nervous curtsy. The prince gives his father a minimal bow; enough to show the necessary respect, but not a hair more.

"My son," Odin addresses Loki. You watch as his lip gives a slight twitch of irritation. "Welcome home."

"Father," comes the strained reply.

He then turns to the stately woman on your left. "Mother," he greets with a warm smile.

The queen comes to bestow a kiss on each of her son's cheeks. "It's so good to have your home." She turns to beam at you. "And you must be the gracious lady my sons speak so highly of!"

Loki provides your name and you exchange pleasantries with his parents before standing beside the queen, opposite Steve and Fury.

"Thor Odinson!" the herald bellows, followed by a roar of cheers and clapping from the crowd. The crown prince swings his hammer around, eliciting further excitement. You give Loki's hand a reassuring squeeze.

"Father! Mother," Thor greets as he approaches, kneeling before the throne. "It has been too long."

"Too long indeed," Odin beams with pride for his first born. "I fear that if it were not for these mandatory check-ins, I we would never see you."

"I was here only a month ago," Thor's brows draw together in confusion before he brightens like a lightbulb. "Loki and I will make a point to visit more often." The dark-haired bother exhales a measured breath beside you. You doubt he plans to follow though with that promise.

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While the king reviews his youngest's contributions to Earth's safety, Queen Frigga invites you to tea.

Guiding you along a winding garden path, the matriarch asks how you and Loki are settling into your new space. She listens with interest to the explanation of your minimalist design preferences and methods taken to assimilate his more extravagant leanings.

Eventually you reach a grand birch tree. Beneath it sits a table set for two. A tiered tray boasts bite size sandwiches, petits fours, fruit, and madeleines. Small jars of curd, cream, jam, and honey surrounded it, with a heaping plate of scones and large pot of tea to complete the spread.

"I'm impressed to hear how well you collaborate with my youngest," Frigga comments as she pours your tea. "He's not always the most amiable, but he's unfeigned when it comes to you."

You smile, adding cream to cool your steaming china cup. "I think people rely too much on first impressions. Though impulsively acting superior when he feels insecure doesn't exactly help matters."

The queen nearly spills her tea, covering a smile. "That's quite an astute observation."

As your meal comes to a close, Loki appears. "I take it you're becoming better aquainted?"

"We are indeed," Frigga confirms. "I'm so glad you've finally introduced us."

"Mother," Loki smiles, "you know you're always welcome to visit Midgard."

"Maybe we should make a formal invitation?" you suggest.

Your trio walks slowly back to the palace, discussing potential opportunities for the king and queen to visit New York. A pattern forms with Loki suggesting inconsequential dates, and Frigga being forced to "remind" him they're during occasions that require the Alfather's presence onworld.

Before you part ways, Loki stops a passing servant and requests they show you to his chambers, noting he requires a moment alone with his mother. You say your goodbyes to the queen until supper and her son assures he'll join you imminently.

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layla4567 · 5 months

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The stars are closer

Loki x female reader

Summary: You spend a pleasant night stargazing with Loki

Warnings: none i guess, fluff that rots teeth

WC: 832 (short but soft drabble)

A/N: inspired by the song "all the stars" by kendrick lamar and "car's outside" by james arthur

Loki was on the balcony of his room, resting his arms on the railing, contemplating the dark night dotted with stars and a fat, white moon serving as a spotlight above his head. Suddenly he saw you standing in the middle of the patio surrounded by tall pine trees, you seemed to be contemplating the infinite sky wanting to count the millions of stars.

Loki left his room and went to the patio where you were, it was a little cool but it wasn't freezing. Stealthy as a cat, he approached your side, not wanting to interrupt your silent ritual. You had your gaze lost in the stars and your eyes shone with the same intensity as them. Every once in a while your mouth twists into an open smile. Loki loved seeing you like this, so happy with something simple, he could feel the tranquility and emotion that your body emanated. He decided to break that spell that had you trapped by clearing his throat slightly.

"It's a beautiful night today, right?"

You were startled when you heard his deep voice very close to you and you turned to look at him, a wave of shame lightly enveloped you.

He laughed softly "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to scare you."

"You didn't scare me".You said downplaying it and shrugging your shoulders. "I just wanted to see the stars, they are very bright today"

"You're right"

But Loki was not looking at the sky but at you, you were his most beautiful and bright star and he had you right by his side. He loved how your eyes seemed to contain the entire galaxy in two fragile pupils and how your mouth opened slightly in amazement when you found a new constellation.

Oh darlin all of the citylights, never shined as bright as your eyes

"Look at that star, it's very bright!".You said pointing a finger towards a part of the sky.

"It's not the brightest".He said without stopping to see you

"No? And for you, which one is the brightest?"

Oh if you knew that I already have it in front of me

Loki looked at the sky trying to look for a brighter star although he knew it would be impossible, suddenly he pointed his finger at any star.

"That one over there"

You looked where his finger was pointing and smiled, you didn't think it was that bright but it was nice.

"it's quite pretty"

"I think so...".Loki said smiling at you.

Suddenly you thought you saw something passing quickly through the night sky, like a trail of fiery and fast light.

"Look darling at a shooting star, make a quick wish my dear"

You gasped and quickly squeezed your eyes shut and wrinkled your nose trying to think of a nice wish, Loki laughed at the look of concentration on your face. He also silently closed his eyes and thought of a wish that would involve you for all eternity. Almost at the same time you two opened your eyes.

"Loki.."

"Mmh?"

"Did you also make a wish?"

"Yes dear, these Midgardian traditions can be interesting sometimes"

You laughed softly. "And what did you wish for?"

Loki raised a finger and moved it from right to left. "I won't tell you, miss naughty, or else the wish won't come true."

"You're a fast learner"

Suddenly a cooler breeze began to blow and since you had not brought any jacket you began to feel cold in your arms, you surreptitiously hugged yourself to give yourself warmth but Loki noticed your tremors and taking off his green cloak he placed it on your shoulders lovingly.

"No Loki, there's no need"

"Please darling, I insist"

You both sat on the grass curled up, you rested your head on his shoulder and he put his arm around your waist and kissed your hair. The night couldn't be more perfect and suddenly thousands of stars seemed to fall from the sky, but they weren't stars, they were meteorites. An enormous shower of small meteorites crossed the sky quickly as if it were a race, just a fleeting flash and then they went out. You and Loki lay down on the fine grass and linked your hands, admiring the landscape while the pine trees surrounded you and served as protection. You suddenly turned your head to see Loki.

"Loki tell me the truth.."

He looked at you confused.

"That wasn't the brightest star you saw, was it?"

He smiled softly. "The truth is no… because I'm seeing the brightest star right now."

His confession took you by surprise and you opened your eyes and raised your eyebrows, but then your face relaxed and you smiled until wrinkles appeared on the sides of your eyes. You brought your face closer to his, almost touching your noses. You couldn't contain yourself any longer and crashed your lips against his. While the stars, meteorites, the moon and the entire universe were silent spectators of your infinite love

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megthemewlingquim · 2 years

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HI AGAIN IT'S CAL HOW ABOUT ONE WITH LOKI FINDING OUT YOU HAVE A PRAISE KINK AND HE USES IT WHEN HE WRECKS THE ABSOLUTE SHIT OUT OF YOU

a little drabble of sorts! because i'm getting back into writing after a whole semester of Not Writing™️. NSFW under the cut, as always.

You're so, so close.

You're almost completely silent. Loki holds you so tightly and so close to his own body, thrusting into you slowly. His arms are around you; one holds you by the waist (you can feel his wedding ring on your skin; it's cold, but you don't mind) and one holds you up to his chest, hand on the back of your head, so that your head is nestled into the crook of his neck. You're almost hugging. But, of course, you're doing more than hugging.

You whimper, shaking in his grasp. The pressure in your lower stomach is dangerously close to breaking, to spreading across your body. It's a warmth, an electric current. "L-Lo..." you whisper, "'m.. 'm close... s-so..."

Loki hums. You can hear the satisfaction there. "I know... That's it, sweet girl," he murmurs.

He hears the way your breath hitches, the way you go tense as the air in your lungs leaves you. He can feel the way you grip him tighter. He hears you moan out the smallest little "oh".

His smile grows. "Hmm, it seems... like my sweet girl... likes to be praised." His phrases are punctuated by his thrusts into you. "Don't you?"

You can barely manage a nod. But you do, and you are able to whisper out a little "uh huh". Your legs are shaking and twitching just the tiniest bit.

"Come," he says, "come for me. Come on, angel. Be a good girl. Make me proud — oh—"

As soon as the words "make me proud" leave him, you're coming. You're gone, lost in the euphoria of release. You bite his shoulder. He holds you through it... thrusts through it.. while you sob out your little whimpers of pleasure for only him to hear.

He gasps, breath trembling from the force of it. "That's it," he gasps, "there you go... that's my girl..."

He has already made the mental note. She likes that. She likes that... a lot.

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lokiusly · 4 months

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The TVA crew could give Loki anything for her birthday, and she would still love it.

TVA merch? She put it on immediately.

A laser pointer from OBs workshop? Hell yeah she’s saving that for emergencies.

A TVA ID card and a baggie with tokens? Her heart soars. She’s part of the crew, she belongs somewhere. She’s happy.

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lovinglokilaufeyson · 1 year

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The Grinch

Pairings: Loki x Fem!Reader

Warnings: FILTHY Smut, Bondage, Multiple Orgasms, Fingering, Oral Sex (Fem receiving) Possession, Dom!Loki, Sub!Reader, Angst (it’s in there somewhere, I’m sure), Fluff

Wordcount: 3,829

Summary: Loki Laufeyson is the Grinch of Asgard, and it seems only one thing will cure his lack of holiday spirit: You.

A/N: Just a warning that I started this little write about 2 years ago, but got the inspiration to finish it, so here it is. If the writing is a tad inconsistent, I apologize. However, I think this time of year is perfect for this post! Also, I recognize that there are some plotholes, such as Asgard having cars and phones and all, but honestly I was getting a little lazy to try and fill them. Let's just say that the holidays are celebrated on Asgard because of Thor's rule. However, most of this is pure, complete smut.

Loki Laufeyson. Well known by your town to be one of the meanest, cruelest, and most terrifying beings. He was unusually cruel to humans, children, and he had an incredible disdain for the holidays. He had an extreme lack of holiday spirit, and everyone knew it.

Your best friend, Y/F/N, came tumbling towards you, finished with her classes for the day. Sadly, you weren’t taking any of the same core classes, but you still maintained a sturdy friendship, and for that, you were grateful for. It was officially December 23rd, and you and Y/F/N had a tradition to go and look at all of the Christmas lights around the city.

As you wandered around the city, wrapped in your jackets, you and Y/F/N noticed something. The lights in the city were no longer the bright, colorful ones, but replaced with dreary colors, like black and grey. And the next day, when you attempted another go around, the lights had completely disappeared. Why? You didn’t know.

“Y/N, I think we should try something new this year.” Y/F/N spoke, and you looked at her with a puzzled look. You weren’t exactly sure what else you could try in this town. It was small, but well suited for everyone living in it. Everyone knew everyone, the same stories carried on from generation to generation, but that’s how everyone liked it. They weren’t suited for big, bustling cities like Perero, or Largos. At least the ones that stayed.

Y/F/N blindfolded you, and you felt your mind trying to identify your location by the twists and turns she made with the car. But you still didn’t have a clue. When she pulled you out of the car, you felt a chill run up your spine. “Y/F/N?” But she was already in the car, driving further and further away. You took off your blindfold and cursed to yourself, stomping your foot dramatically. “Ugh!” She did this same thing on Halloween too, except it was much more fitting then. Now, with the higher altitude, you felt as though you might freeze to death. You went to grab your phone out of your jacket pocket, but soon realized that you had left it charging in Y/F/N’s car. You cursed to yourself oncemore, trying to think of ways out of this situation she had put you in.

After about 20 minutes of wandering, you came to the conclusion that she was not coming back, at least for a while. You decided to try and find a safe place to camp out, though you weren’t sure if that was possible. You quickly spotted an entrance into what seemed like a cave, and jumped at the opportunity. Entering the cave, you shook with fear, anticipation, and from the cold. Your face must’ve been red in the cheeks and on your nose, that’s how you were when you got cold.

Suddenly, a voice from the other end of the cave frightened you like no other. In a smooth, yet tough voice, a man spoke. “Don’t you know how to knock?! It’s rude to trespass on private property!” You shook with fright, hearing those words.

“I’m very sorry sir! My friend abandoned me up here and I’m very cold. I thought I could seek shelter inside. I’m sorry I didn’t think about it beforehand.” You spoke hesitantly, yet hoping that he could possibly take pity on your situation. He was closer now, you could tell. You smelt the slight, woodsy fragrance repelling itself off of him. “I’m so sorry. I’ll leave.” You began to turn before you felt a cold hand grasp onto your wrist, harshly.

“No.” And before you knew it, you were pulled into the light of his home, seeing his face for the first time. His chiseled features outlined by the shadows from the candles on the walls. He was very handsome, you noted. But, as you looked closer, you realized something.

This man was none other than Loki Laufeyson. The man that destroyed Christmas every year, that dreaded the holidays, and that tried to make everyone’s life in this town a living hell. He stole Christmas lights, gifts, every holiday decoration you could think of. All of it, gone in an instant. No one ever knew why, or even had a clue. Even Thor Odinson, Loki’s step brother and the leader of Asgard, could never answer why. He, like the rest, didn’t know.

“I-“ you began, trying your best to back away from his presence and outside the cave. But that did not go along swiftly with Loki. He tightened his grip, and you quickly complied. You didn’t want to anger him any further, so you decided to just go along with what he said. Though it was hard to bare.

“Come with me, pet.” You followed Loki into a quaint, cozy bedroom with a king sized bed, and a fireplace in the corner, both lighting up the room and warming it all at once. You were extremely cold before, but the warmth helped.

“Now now, you can’t just come into my home without something to offer me, see?” He whispered, a smirk forming on his delicate lips. “What do you have for me, darling?”

“I- um” You stuttered, seeing a smirk appear upon his face.

“Nothing?” His eyes pierced, focusing in directly at you. You nodded your head in fear.

“I’m sorry.” You spoke, your stutter prevalent.

“It’s okay, sweetheart. I’m sure we’ll find something.” He laid you down on his bed, covering you with a blanket he had in a dresser drawer on the other side of the room. “Sleep tight, darling.” He whispered as he tucked you in.

Waking up, you cursed to yourself for a moment, before realizing the events the night before. You were in Loki Laufeyson’s residence, and you had to figure out something to ‘offer’ him.

Suddenly you realized you couldn’t move your arms, nor your legs, and you panicked. As much as you tried to escape, you knew it wouldn’t happen. Your binds seemed to tighten every time you tried. As you looked over, you noticed the black leather that surrounded your wrists and ankles. There were handcuffs restricting your movement.

You shook your head as tears welled up in your eyes. What was this monster planning?

"Darling, you're okay." You turned and saw Loki, standing their intimidatingly. Though his words were sweet, his stature was not. He had a stoic expression on his face. "Don't cry." He spoke, as the tears in your eyes welled up even more, coming so close to spilling over onto your cheeks. "Please don't hurt me." You begged. "Oh darling, what I want to do to you is far from hurting you." He chuckled, then backtracked slightly. "Well, for the most part."

You'd be lying if you said that you didn't think that Loki Laufeyson was drop dead gorgeous. You knew that his brother, Thor, was the king of Asgard, but there was no denying that Loki was mysterious and oddly arousing. There was just something about him. Suddenly, you were imagining Loki shirtless, on top of you, thrusting into you.

"Darling?" You snapped out of your trance, your cheeks turning crimson as you looked at him. "Sorry." You spoke. "Listen, you're safe with me. I'm not going to do anything you don't want to, love. However, the offer does stand. Seeing as you're the most gorgeous Asgardian woman I've seen in my time, and those thoughts that just played through your dirty mind, I think you'd like what I have in store for you." He winked playfully, a subtle smirk left on his face.

Fuck. He was so tempting.

"I'll undo your cuffs for now, doll. But you can let me know, okay?" What was this? In comparison to the man you met mere hours before, he was kind, almost softly dominant? Maybe his intimidation was just a mask, and Loki was really just a teddy bear on the inside.

The truth was, Loki hadn't met a kind stranger in a long while. Let alone someone so beautiful, innocent, and breathtaking. Not that the thoughts that you had of him were very innocent. There was just something about the aura you gave off that just screamed ruin me. Loki was very willing to fulfill that. Eager, even. Initially, he was annoyed at the presence of someone at his door. However, the more he was around you, the more his heart was warmed. Loki was unsure the last time he felt this way. With the death of his parents and his brother ruling the entirety of Asgard, he always felt ostracized. Since his invasion of Midgard in 2012, he would never be the good guy. Loki felt like he was born to be a villain.

"Wait-" you spoke suddenly, as he got to the first cuff. You contemplated for a moment, but then thought. What do you really have to lose? Loki Laufeyson was a beautiful man, and you really had nothing better to do for the time being. Given that your friend decided that it would be a wonderful idea to drop you off in the middle of nowhere to freeze in mid-December. The worst that he could do was kill you, and you figured that if that was your fate, Loki already would have made it so. "I want you." You stumbled out.

Loki put your ankle back in its place, then tutted as he walked his fingers along your shin. You shivered, but weren't able to move your body but a mere centimeter. "You do, darling?" Loki questioned, running his fingers up the inner portion of your shin, making his way up your leg. Soon, he had reached your inner thigh, and just with the mere touch of his fingers, you felt a puddle form between your legs. "I want you so bad" you moaned, and a smirk formed on Loki's face. "That is wonderful to hear, my love." Oh Gods, my. He said my love, and if at all possible, that made you even wetter than before.

You couldn't believe it. A God was about to take you, completely. Entirely. To be quite frank, you couldn't wait. Loki, however, wanted to take his time. Devour every last bit of you, slowly. He didn't want to miss a single bit of you.

It was at this moment you realized that your clothing was going to be shredded. There was no way to get anything off without A) removing the cuffs or B) ripping it off. You knew that in your current state, you had no patience to have multiple steps for your clothing removal. It needed to be RIPPED off. STAT.

Loki, sensing your anticipation, began to strip you of your clothes. First were your pants, which he tugged at before they ripped at the seams and came clean off of you. You had forgotten about your emerald lace underwear until now, which was a pleasant surprise for you. At least you were wearing something flattering, you thought.

"What a treat... you look like a goddess, darling." Loki spoke, and you stumbled out a "Thank you, L-Loki." "You're welcome, pet. You know, I think I might have to keep these for myself" he spoke, running his fingers along them. He brought his mouth close to your heat, and you felt yourself tense up. "Shhhh, relax my love." He spoke, and you felt your body fall limp slightly. His lips met the strap on the side of your leg, nipping at it with his teeth before he finally grasped it and pulled it. With that, your panties snapped off, and they hung delicately from Loki's mouth. He took them, folding them and shoving them into his pocket.

"Oh darling, you are a treat." You blushed as he stared at your dripping heat. "Dripping for me, and I've hardly even touched you. Do I even need to touch you, my love?" He questioned you. "Please, Loki, please touch me." You begged. "As you wish, doll." He buried his face into your folds, his tongue violating your clit almost immediately. "Fuck FUCK- Gods- Loki-" you squirmed, but he reached over to hold your hips down with his hands. His tongue spiraled delicately around your clit, putting the perfect amount of pressure on it. You could barely have a single thought with how much pleasure Loki was putting you through.

You felt the warm pressure building in your stomach, and you knew what was coming next. Loki however, wanted your climax to be on his cock. Your first, at least. He lifted his face from your heat, and you groaned, the lack of stimulation almost painful. In contrast to how much pleasure you had felt, this almost felt - wrong. Like you and Loki were made to touch and pleasure one another. To - dare you say it - love one another? No, no Y/N you thought to yourself. It's far to soon for that.

Loki placed himself on his knees in between your legs, preparing you and himself for what was about to happen. He knew that he wanted to take in every bit of you as he thrusted in and out of you, so his next order of business would be to remove your shirt and bra. Grabbing the bottom of your shirt, he spread his hands outward, ripping your shirt down the middle. He went for your bra next, using the same method to get it off of you. Your boobs gave a jiggle as the bra came off of them, and he eyed them, taking them in completely. He licked his lips, and you got eager thinking about what would be coming next. Hopefully you, you thought.

Loki brought his hands to your tits, slowly rolling your nipples between his fingers, to which you moaned in delight. You nipples were always a sensitive spot for you, and a sure-fire way to get you turned on even more than before. If that was even possible. Loki stepped back for a moment, and you both felt the unfortunate, cold feeling of decreased touch. Not for long, Loki thought, immediately discarding his clothing on the floor. His large member stood high, indicating that he had been erect for quite some time. His leather pants did little to hide that fact. "Oh, my sweet dove. You look so ready for me."

"I am ready" you nodded eagerly, and Loki chuckled at your state. Your arms and legs splayed outwards, your body completely exposed, your heat wet for him. All for him, you thought. You didn't remember the last time that a man made you feel this way. However, Loki wasn't necessarily a man - he was a God. And it definitely showed.

Loki rubbed his tip against your wet folds, gaining some lubrication. "Tell me if you want me to stop, angel." You nodded in understanding, and Loki began pressing the head of his cock into you. You moaned, and he stopped for a moment. "Gods, you're so big. Fuck." After a few moments had passed and you adjusted to his size, you nodded, indicating him to continue.

He pressed onwards, stopping every few seconds to let you adjust to him. "You're mine, darling. All mine." He told you as he inserted his entire length inside of you. "Say it." He demanded. Feeling the entirety of him, you couldn't deny his statement. "I'm yours, Loki" you agreed. You couldn't wait for him to make his mark on you.

Loki began to thrust, ever so slightly at first, penetrating you, filling you more than any man ever had previously. His tip pressed against your cervix, his shaft rubbing elegantly against your g-spot. And his fingers, oh Gods his fingers - they were circling your clit, flicking it this way and that. "Mmmmm" you moaned for him, feeling a similar warmth in your stomach as you did previously. It kept building, especially with the way his fingers played with your clit.

He began thrusting faster, mumbling something about "how tight" you were. To tease - as much as you could in this state - you pulsed your canal, pulling him inwards and tighter than before. "Oh, you little-" Loki spoke, offput by your sudden movements. He thrusted even faster now, disabling you from making any more motions that you did previously. With his right hand still continuously stimulating your clit, he brought his left hand up to play with your nipple. "Lokkiiii" you moaned as this swift movement brought you much closer to climax.

"Are you close, my dear?" You nodded, unable to get any more words out. "Me too" he groaned. You felt his dick throb inside of you, and you knew Loki was about to cum. With one last circle of your clit and roll of your nipple in his fingers, you were brought to the edge. Loki's thrusting slowed as he pumped his semen inside of you. You shook with pleasure, your canal pulsating as you climaxed.

Loki began working on the cuffs, removing them first from your ankles, then your wrists. Redness surrounded them, but it wasn't anything a little rest couldn't fix. Loki brought his mouth to the sites, kissing each one.

"That was amazing, dove. You were amazing. Such a good girl for me." You shivered at those words, they likely could have been enough to make you cum yet again. You were able to move now, and decided to try and make your way off of the bed. As your feet hit the ground, however, the rest of your body tried to tumble. Luckily, Loki was observant next to you, and saved your from your fall. "Careful, love."

"T-thank you." You stuttered, looking up into his big ocean eyes. Loki leaned down to kiss you, still holding your body steady. One hand on your lower back, the other on your butt. He released the kiss for a moment, ready to give you an offer.

"Now, my darling, though I love to see my cum dripping onto your thigh, would you like to take a bath to clean up?" You nodded hesitantly, and Loki helped guide you to his bathroom, where he started the bathtub and placed some rose petals inside.

"After you, milady." He spoke, and you climbed into the tub. It was cozy, your whole body was surrounded my warmth. Loki climbed in behind you, and you sat yourself onto his lap. His member pressed into your back, but it wasn't nearly as erect as it had been. Not for long, at least. You and Loki sat in the tub for a few minutes before his need to make you cum returned. Sneakily, he brought his right hand around to your nether regions once again, immediately finding your clit. His other hand worked hard on squeezing your left breast, and as you were about to turn to dispute, Loki's lips were on yours, silencing you. You were completely at his mercy.

After a moment, Loki's lips let yours go, so that he could speak. "How many orgasms do you want tonight, my love?" At this you nearly choked, barely being able to respond. You shrugged, but Loki had an idea. "How about until the only thing you can think of is me, and the only word that flows from that pretty mouth of yours is my name."

You shuttered in response, but Loki knew it was what you wanted, too. He continued his assault on your clit and breast, tongue intertwined with yours. You lifted your legs to lay on either side of the bathtub, giving him a bit more room to work with. Soon, you felt that same feeling fill up your stomach, preparing you to climax. You began to moan uncontrollably, and Loki knew you were close. "Lokiii" you groaned out, your clit still slightly sensitive from earlier. You were, once again, on the edge.

Your calves and feet began to tense and you began to shake from the pleasure that overcame your body once again. "Fuck, Lokiiiii" you whimpered, the circulating of your clit was becoming too much. You were going to cum again. You became undone in Loki's arms, and he gave you several moments to regain consciousness. Not that you weren't conscious, but what you were experiencing was not of this universe. That you were certain of.

"Did that feel good, dove?" You nodded, still trying to respond despite your loss of sensation from every sense except touch. You were hyperaware of all the pleasureful sensations that overcame you, to the point where your sight, hearing, smell and taste all faded slightly.

After you and Loki both cleaned up in the tub, he started the drain. The petals slowly floated to the bottom, some suds still remaining. Never had someone prioritized your pleasure so much. And Gods, it was amazing. Had you died? Were you dreaming?

"I can assure you are not dreaming, my love. However, it seems you are still thinking of other things besides myself..." Loki brought his hand to the small of your back and began to bend you over. His cock hardened to it's entirety once more, and he forced you to watch in the mirror as he took you for a second time. He had leaned you over the counter so you had a detailed view of how precisely he pounded into you. You tried not to look at yourself, but Loki pulled your hair so that you were forced to watch the gratified faces you made with each and every stroke.

Not only did Loki make you cum again in this instance, he made you cum about 5 other times that night. You were his, and he, yours. For once, you were glad that Y/F/N abandoned you in an odd part of Asgard. In fact, you wouldn't have had it any other way.

That year, Loki felt a reason to be in the holiday spirit. Though he had initially planned, like every year, to diminish Asgard of its holiday decorations, it took a mere snap of his fingers to bring color back to the city. And so he did, you immediately jumping into his arms as you watched the city be refilled with vibrancy. "Hey Loki" you whispered, and he turned towards you. "Yes, my love?" A curious expression played on his face, waiting for you to answer.

"Can we do something fun?" Loki grabbed your hand, squeezing it slightly. "Like what, Y/N?"

"I want to get hot chocolate and roam downtown and look at all of the holiday lights." You told him. "Well, if my darling insists..." He smiled, holding you close, watching as your cheeks and nose turned pink with the nippy weather.

You and Loki wandered downtown Asgard, as promised. Hot cocoa in one hand, fingers intertwined on the other. Many Asgardians recognized Loki and smiled at the two of you, knowing that his cold heart had been warmed by you.

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Definitely not thinking about Loki getting frustrated trying to learn physics on his own during those century long time frame so he timeslipped to the present time a little bit earlier before the temporal loom blew up just to pull Mobius aside from everyone to vent incoherent scientific nonsense pacing back and forth while Mobius just watched him.

"Are you done?" asked Mobius after Loki finally stopped pacing, heaving a deep sigh.

Loki glared dagger, but Mobius easily shrugged it off. "Why yes, yes I am," he snapped, arms crossed over his chest. He picked on the dull brown fabric of his jacket and second guessed his choice to vent to Mobius instead of OB.

"I don't even know why am I even talking to you about this, clearly you have zero idea about what I'm taking about," Loki was losing steam, and his tone came out whinier than he'd like it to. It reminded him a lot of the time he sulked over Thor looking confused when Loki showed him his art when they were kids, not understanding his artistic choice.

"Not that I'm blaming you for not knowing about it, I too would be annoyed if someone were to word vomit about electromagnetism and relativistic physics while trying to make sense out of the quantum ones. Magic is so much easier than this, you know? I could just -- I don't know -- snap my fingers, or, or wave my hands and things just happen instead of getting down to the molecular level of shit trying to unders-"

A pair of strong arms wrapping itself around Loki's shoulders stopped him in his track. It was Mobius reaching out and hugging him, but they hugged in an awkward position, because Loki was taller than Mobius and had his arms crossed over his chest. It didn't stop Mobius at all. He continued to run his fingers through Loki's hair, gently pushing Loki's head against his shoulder. "There, there."

And instead of retaliating, Loki allowed himself to be held.

"What are you doing, Mobius?" said Loki, unfolding his arms. His hands were clenching and unclenching by his sides as he hesitated to reciprocate the hug. He was still a little bit mad because Mobius broke his train of thoughts and not getting him at all, though that was slowly melting away as moments passed. Being held felt nice.

"I'm a Loki expert. I don't know jack shit about physics and all the things that just came out of your mouth, but I do know you're frustrated," whispered Mobius in his soothing voice, his hand moved down the center of Loki's back as he rubbed comforting circles. "So we're going to stay this way until you feel better. Got it?"

All the fight left Loki's body. Whatever that confused him during his quest to understand physics was simply forgotten now, and for the love of Odin he couldn't remember why it even bothered him so much. Slowly he wrapped his arms around Mobius' waist and buried his face on the crook of the older man's neck, inhaling deeply the scent of sandalwood cologne and coffee for breakfast they had together close to a century ago, still fresh on the fabric of his clothes.

Once again, Loki was reminded of why he was doing this.

"Got it."

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Hey first sorry if it written weirdly, english isn't ny first lenguage, I saw you had your requests open and wanted to ask of course loki x reader where reader is some broke artist painting/drawing people on the streets and meets loki while he passed by or something like that, thats all, pretty vague, I like your writting, and hope you enjoy your day/evening/night

I'm sorry this took so long, I've been really really behind in my asks but I'm trying to catch up so I can open them again soon. Please, never apologize for your English, I'm always impressed by people who know more than one language! 😊 I honestly love this request, hope you like it cause it sorta ran away from me lol! 💚

The Gift

Pairing: Loki x female reader

Warnings: none... literally not a single one lol, I'm in a fluffy mood so enjoy

Summary: You are an artist who paints portraits for tourists in the park near Stark Tower, the same park Loki has started to frequent during his free time. Loki and you begin talking one day after he catches you drawing him when you are between customers. A few days later, he surprises you with a gift and you decide to return the favor.

Dividers by: @harlequin-hangout

You sift through the colored pencils in your case for the right type of green before looking back at the open field in front of you. His coat is a deeper green than the grass he is resting on and the leaves above him have started to turn various shades of red and orange. You pause before putting the sharpened tip to the canvas, you had already sketched the God of Mischief into your drawing but you could easily color over him. You had never included a person in one of your private drawings before, even when the park was full of people you would leave them out of the final images.

Loki sits with his back against one of the trees lining the open field, his long legs stretched out in front of him. His thick coat is open, revealing a black dress shirt with the top two buttons left undone. He licks one of his fingers before flipping the page of his book, his eyes never looking away from the pages. Over the last month, you've seen Loki come to that spot every afternoon for an hour or two with a different book each time.

You shake your head lightly then decide to shade in Loki's dark green peacoat before adding more detail to his face, trying to capture his sharp features accurately. He came here so often he was practically a part of the park, you reasoned with yourself. Besides, he would never know, you think as you reach for another color.

You continue to work, looking up occasionally to check your reference. Loki sits almost perfectly still, as if he knows you are trying to capture his likeness but you hope your brief glances are not noticeable to the god. You put the black pencil down and gently blow any loose dust from the canvas before reviewing the finished piece with a self-satisfied grin. A breeze sweeps through the park and you lift your head from your work, looking across the field to see that Loki is suddenly gone. You lean back on your stool, turning your attention to cleaning your supplies when a deep voice behind you makes you jump.

"That's quite impressive," he says as he looks over your shoulder.

You turn quickly to face him, nearly knocking over your easel in the process. "Oh, I- I'm sorry. This is really weird right?" you ask but you continue, giving him no chance to answer. "I was just trying to keep myself occupied since there aren't many tourists around here today. I only meant to draw the field and trees but... I added you because you're always here. Not that I'm watching you, I just notice who is around cause I'm here all the time, too. I'm sorry, I know I should have asked you if it was ok before I started to draw you but you looked so lost in your book, I didn't want to bother you."

Loki chuckles at your rambling apology and says, "It's fine, no harm done."

You swallow nervously as he reaches into his coat pocket then you realize he is taking out his wallet. He gestures towards the sign in front of the easel and asks, "I only see prices for your portraits. How much for this one?"

"Uh..." you think for a moment, surprised by his offer. You typically charged $20 for a painting of one person and $10 for every additional person but you never sold your landscapes. They weren't for the tourists, they were for you.

"Your portraits are usually far smaller than this so I assume it might be a bit higher in price," he says. He wasn't wrong, the canvas you had been working on was roughly twice the size of what you typically sold. You felt a bit surprised that he knew so much about the paintings you created but you had been watching him so you assumed it was only fair he had kept an eye on you as well.

"I don't know, I never intended to sell this but..." you pause then smile at him. "You can have it," you tell him and he tilts his head slightly. "As a gift, I mean," you add quickly.

He shakes his head, "I appreciate the offer but I couldn't do that. It's clear you have a talent for landscapes and put a great deal of effort into this. The coloring and details are extremely well done for having been finished in such a short amount of time."

A wave of pride washes over you, no one has ever complimented your artwork to this extent before. You start to thank him but his phone begins to ring and you stifle a laugh when he groans in annoyance. He excuses himself, taking a few steps away from you to answer it privately. He runs his fingers through his long black hair and you can't help but wonder if he would be willing to sit for a portrait. It was easy to admit Loki was extraordinarily handsome and you wouldn't pass up the opportunity to observe him closely for an extended period of time.

He hangs up several minutes later, his smile gone but it quickly reappears when you ask if he is ok. He nods, "There is a meeting I need to attend shortly, apologies for not being able to stay for much longer. I would really love to have this for my study, though. Do you think $50 would be fair?" He takes the cash out of his leather wallet before waiting for an answer.

"I- that's too much, Loki," you tell him but he hands you the money.

"I insist," he says, not allowing you any space to argue. He then says, "Although I do seem to be at a slight disadvantage." You look at him curiously as you tuck the money into your small lock box. "You know my name, but I don't know yours," he says with a smirk.

"Oh, I'm Y/N," you answer, putting out your hand as if expecting a handshake, internally cringing.

He chuckles and takes your hand, instead of shaking it however, he brings the back of your hand to his lips and kisses it lightly. "It was a pleasure to finally speak with you Y/N. I will see you tomorrow," he says and you can't help but blush intensely as a giggle escapes you.

The next afternoon you look up from your easel as Loki walks down the path towards you, a book in his left hand. You wave a bit more enthusiastically then you meant to and he smiled broadly, waving in response before heading towards his usual spot. Your attention shifts back to the two children sitting across from you and the painting you had started. You find yourself having to resist the urge to glance over at Loki while you try to focus on the task at hand.

After finally completing the painting, the father of the two children pays you and the family walks off into the park. You begin to clean your brushes, lost in thought when a now familiar voice causes you to look up.

"Hello again," Loki says as he sets himself down on one of the unoccupied stools.

"Hi," you reply, putting your brushes back in the case until you need them again. "I'm glad you came over, I wanted to thank you again for yesterday. You really didn't have to buy it."

"Nonsense," he waves off your concern. "I told you, it was an exquisite piece and I honestly can not stand the blank walls in my study."

You can barely believe he called your work exquisite. Most people were happy enough with your portraits to give you a few dollars extra as a tip but you rarely received any real compliments.

"I have a question for you," he says and you look up from the supplies you are organizing. "I am curious, would I be able to see some of your work?"

You think for a moment, biting your lip before you answer. If it had been anyone else you would have instantly said no but Loki seemed to genuinely be interested in your work. "Sure if you want to but... most of the pieces I've painted are at my apartment. I only have my sketch pad with me," you tell him, hoping he won't be too disappointed.

Instead of answering, he simply picks up the stool he was sitting on and places it next to you with a smile. You swallow nervously and hand him your sketch book, not sure if you want to watch him look through your work or not. He opens it to the first page and you hold your breath as you watch his fingers run along the edge of the paper. Loki examines the first page for a few moments then turns the page wordlessly, you can barely read the expression on his face. You bite your lip again, crossing your arms in anticipation of him saying something, anything.

When Loki is halfway through the book, he comes to a sketch you made of Stark Tower looming over the trees of the park at dusk. "These are amazing, Y/N," he says, not taking his eyes off the page and you feel like bursting with delight. He turns to the next page and says, "This one-" but he is cut off by his phone ringing. "I'm so sorry, please excuse me," he hands you the sketch book and answers his phone.

You watch him pace back and forth along the path, his head down as he kicks a small rock lightly. A few minutes later he walks back to where you are sitting and you can tell he had bad news. "Do you have to leave already?" you ask, the disappointment more obvious in your voice than you expected.

He gives you a half smile, "I do unfortunately but thank you for sharing these with me. You truly are quite talented, Y/N."

"Thanks Loki," you look down, running your hand over the cover of your book.

"I will see you tomorrow," he says hopefully and you nod with a smile.

The next day Loki arrives at the park just as a large group of tourists make their way over to you. Normally you would be thrilled by the crowd since it means a large pay day but all you want to do is have them leave so you can talk to Loki. When you finish painting the first couple, you glance briefly towards Loki's spot and blush when you realize he is watching you. You look back to your canvas quickly and greet your next customers with a smile as they sit down.

After what feels like forever, you finally finish the last painting and the group leaves. You instantly look for Loki and see him getting up. You get to work cleaning your brushes and closing up your paints while he walks over to you. "Hello darling," Loki says.

"Hi," you reply, unable to contain a short giggle at the new pet name. Before you can overthink why he would call you that, he sits across from you just as he had yesterday but this time you notice he is holding two books.

"I have something for you," he says.

"Really?" you ask surprised. He chuckles and nods, holding out the larger of the two books for you to take. "Loki, what...?" you look down at the cover, unable to read the title.

He picks up the stool and sits next to you, much closer then the day before. "I'm sorry it's written in Asgardian but the drawings are what I wanted you to see," he tells you. He opens the book, holding it between the both of you. He flips past the first few pages of text and without looking at you says, "I was looking through this yesterday and it reminded me of you."

Your heart nearly stops when he tells you that and you quickly cover your face to hide the blush that is spreading across your cheeks. He turns one more page then stops and you can see why Loki wanted to show you this. "It's beautiful," you say quietly as you look at the colored drawing.

"This is a book about the palace gardens on Asgard," he explains without looking up. "This was one of my favorite places to read when I was younger." You can see why Loki chose this spot in the park, it looked similar to the small field lined with tall trees. Viney plants grew up the trucks of the trees and wildflowers were scattered through the grass.

He flips to the next page and shakes his head as he laughs, "This maze would rearrange itself. Thor and I spent quite a lot of time lost here."

He continues to show you page after page of the various sections of the gardens, pointing out things he missed or thought you would find interesting. You were in awe of the beauty and vastness of the gardens but you couldn't stop looking at Loki when he spoke. He never looked up from the pages, grinning and laughing at the numerous memories until he turned to the last image.

He looks away for a moment and you aren't sure what expression he is hiding. When he looks back at you, he smiles but you can see his eyes are slightly red. He clears his throat and touches the page lightly, bringing your attention back to the book. "This was my mother's favorite part of the gardens," he says just above a whisper.

You place your hand over his, squeezing it lightly and he continues to force a smile. "She's been gone for a few years now but..." he stops himself.

"You still miss her?" you ask him.

He nods, "Every day." You raise your hand to his cheek and wipe away a stray tear that falls. "I'm sorry, I- this was supposed to be a fun gift," he tries to joke.

"I love it, Loki," you tell him honestly. "Thank you so much."

He smiles a bit wider and just as he begins to say something his phone rings. "I should snap this ridiculous thing in half," he groans and you laugh.

"If you break it, I can't give you my number," you say without thinking and his face changes in an instant.

"You, my dear, make an excellent point," he smirks. "Excuse me a moment." He gets up and wanders a few steps away while you go back to the book. You flip slowly through it again but stop when you reach the last page. The garden was incredible, a rough stone path wound around multicolored rose bushes and a single stone bench sat across from a small pond in the center. You could see why Loki's mother would have loved it.

Loki walks back towards you and you close the book, holding it tightly. "Is something wrong?" you ask him.

His smile is gone and he looks at you with a serious expression. "I need to leave for a few days, four at the most I'm told," he tells you and you feel your stomach drop. You stand up, setting the book carefully on your stool.

"Promise me you'll be careful," you insist, suddenly filled with worry.

"I will, darling," he replies. He offers you his phone, "I most likely won't be able to text while I am on the mission but I can let you know when I'm back if... if you would like that?" He sounds hesitant but you quickly take his phone and add your information.

"I want to know the minute you're back safe," you say, handing him back his phone.

He smiles, "I promise."

"Good," you nod before you find yourself hugging him tightly. Your brain freezes for a moment in panic but then he wraps his arms around you and your body relaxes.

"I will be back as soon as I can," he promises you as he lets go slowly.

You take a seat at your easel and busy yourself with organizing your supplies as you force yourself to not watch him walk away.

You hang your keys on the hook and place your supplies on the small end table, closing the door as your phone beeps. You take it out of your pocket and answer it quickly.

"Hi Loki," you say excitedly, it had been four days since Loki left and you missed him more then you thought you would. You couldn't help but wonder if he missed you too.

"Hello, Y/N," he replies, you can hear other people taking loudly in the background. "I just wanted to let you know I'm on my way back. We should be landing in about half an hour."

"Oh good," you say in response, not quite ready to tell him you had been hoping every call and text you received over the last few days was him. "I imagine you must be ready to get home and rest."

He chuckles, "Honestly, I'm more hungry then anything else. The food SHIELD provides during missions is... describing it as miserable would be being kind."

You laugh then suggest, "You should come over, I'm just getting ready to cook dinner." Your heart jumps into your throat, did you really just invite him over, your brain yells.

"I would love to," he answers without any hesitation.

You laugh a bit nervously then give Loki your address. He tells you he can be there in an hour. "Great, I'm going to go so I can get everything ready. I'll see you soon," you tell him, hoping he can't hear how nervous you feel.

You run into the kitchen thankful you had bought groceries yesterday. You open the fridge and freezer then decide to cook something simple, now might not be the best time to take risks and get fancy you think to yourself. After settling on a meal that will only take half an hour, you quickly get to work tidying up your apartment. It was by no means messy but you want to make a good impression. Especially if this is a date, you think, but it's not a date.

You turn around in the middle of your small apartment and sigh, it's as good as it's going to get. Now time to make it look like you haven't been sitting in the park all day, which is the only way he had ever seen you. You toss your paint covered pants and shirt into the hamper and take the fastest shower of your life. After drying off you realize you need to start cooking.

You throw on your favorite jeans and put your hair up. Standing in front of your closest you slide the hangers back and forth, knowing you need to just pick a shirt. You reach in and grab one, pulling it on as you walk into the hallway. You finish prepping everything and place the food in the oven, setting the timer for twenty minutes. Opening the cabinet next to the fridge, you pull out the dishes and glasses so you can begin setting the table.

You should put out candles, you think, but you don't because that's for a date and this is not a date. The doorbell rings, interrupting your internal debate and your heart races. You take a quick glance at yourself in the mirror by the door and freeze when you see the shirt you picked out. No, you realize, without thinking you had put on literally the only green shirt you owned. And it wasn't just any green, it was the same deep emerald green that Loki wore all the time.

You cringe, knowing you don't have enough time to change so you take a deep breath and hope he doesn't think it's weird. You open the door and he smiles warmly at you. "Hello darling," he says as you take a step back to let him him.

"Hi Loki, I'm glad you could come over," you say as he takes off his coat. He was wearing a dark gray button up shirt with the first few buttons open.

"Thank you for inviting me," he says as he unbuttons his shirt cuffs and rolls up his sleeves. "I must say, that color looks lovely on you."

You blush at the compliment and before you can reply the timer goes off. "Dinner will be ready in a few minutes, I just need to finish up one more thing," you tell him as you head towards the kitchen.

"Do you need help?" he asks.

"No, I've got it, but if you want..." you walk back to him. "I um... most of my paintings are in there," you point down the hall towards your living area.

After you set the food on the table you go into the living area to tell Loki it was ready. He is standing in front of your favorite painting, it was the first piece you did when you moved to New York City. His arms are crossed but you see a slight smile on his lips, he looks as if he is studying a famous painting at a museum.

"Dinners ready," you tell him, interrupting his thoughts. The two of you talk and joke all throughout dinner. You still weren't sure if he would consider this a date but you didn't care anymore. You had never had this much fun just talking to someone.

After dinner Loki says, "Thank you Y/N, that was the best meal I've had in months." You smile as you get up to clear the plates. "Let me take care of this," he insists, taking your plate from you.

"Are you sure? You don't have to do that," you tell him.

"Don't worry," he smirks, "It'll only take a minute." You look at him curiously and then with a flick of his wrist a green glow surrounds all your dishes, pans and utensils. In an instant they are all clean and stacked neatly on the counter.

You look at him, blinking slowly then say, "You are invited for dinner all the time."

He laughs, "I hope that is because you find me charming and not because I can clean efficiently."

"Is it ok if it's because of both reasons?" you joke. "Oh... I have something for you. I was going to bring it by the Tower after you got back but you're here so..." you say as you walk quickly down the hall to your bedroom.

"Am I supposed to follow you?" he asks clearly confused.

"No, I'll be right back," you tell from your room. You wall excitedly back to the dining area with a large, flat box in your arms.

"What is this?" he asks when you set it on the table and take a step back.

"Open it," you respond nervously. You can feel your heart pounding in your chest, hoping that he will like it.

He opens the side of the box and slides out the canvas slowly, you bite you lip as you watch his expression change. His smile vanishes and his eyes widen as you holds the painting out in front of him. You suddenly fear you've made a mistake but then he turns to face you.

"Y/N," he says quietly, "This is... this is my mother's garden."

You nod, "Is it ok?"

"Ok?" he repeats and you shrug. "Y/N, this is beautiful. I have never received a gift this thoughtful. I- I cannot thank you enough for this," he says.

You smile, thrilled by his reaction. "I'm glad you like it," you tell him as he sets it carefully on the table.

He walks over to you, "I love it Y/N."

He puts one arm around your waist, pulling you close to him and you look up, your eyes meeting his. He touches your cheek lightly with his other hand and you wrap your arms around him. You are sure he can feel your heart beating out of your chest as he smiles at you. He leans down slowly, closing the distance between your lips and his.

When he pulls back a few moments later he says, "I wasn't sure if you meant for tonight to be a date or not but, I would love to take you out Friday night."

You giggle, "I wasn't sure either but I think I'm going to count it now."

He laughs, "Very well, then I would like to take you out on our second date, maybe to one of my favorite museums."

"I would really like," you tell him and he leans down to kiss you again.

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lokischickadee · 7 months

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He sees you🧐👀

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literatureatthebowofnails · 6 months

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AN: I've really enjoyed writing this series. I'm deeply appreciative of all the feedback and reblogs. They've fueled my writing and truly made me thankful for each and every one of you.

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Summary: Our darling couple take the first step toward the rest of their lives

It's a cold November morning and once again FRIDAY is calling your name, dragging you from your precious sleep.

"Nooo," you grumble, nuzzling into Loki's chest and tugging the fur comforter over your head. It collides with his nose.

He snorts, pulling it back below his chin. "I'll take it from here, FRIDAY.

"Darling, you do need to get up." He shifts beneath you.

"No," you whine, your voice muffled by the blanket. "I want to stay like this forever." You reach your arm over his bare chest, squeezing it for emphasis.

"As much as I'd enjoy that," he chuckles, "your absence downstairs could cause significant upheaval. Not to mention the breakdown of our fearless leader.

"You weren't here when he went on his feeble-minded caffeine fast. There are beings in Niflhel far more pleasant than our dear Captain without his 'morning Joe.'"

"But you're warm, and...you smell good, and...and...I love you," you say between yawns, before peaking up at him with a pout.

"I love you too," he smiles and gives your forehead a peck. "That doesn't change the fact that it's Monday and you have to go to work."

You throw off the blankets with a dramatic huff. "Fiiine. I hate it when you're right."

Loki chuckles and grabs a robe as he stands, handing another to you.

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First things first when you get in the elevator. "FRIDAY, please preheat the ovens for kolaches and turnovers, then check the A-Team agenda and load orders for whoever's on call to the POS."

You can't fault Tony's design; two separate confection ovens, freezer and refrigerator on a vertical conveyor. The contraption stands in the back of your circular kiosk cafe along with a cooling/rising rack, sink, employee entrance, and ample counter space.

Nearest the lobby doors sit the POS station, espresso machines, grab&go fridge, and pastry display. In addition to base cabinets, there's bulk storage accessible via elevator to the garage level. With a voice command to FRIDAY, a central circle in the floor descends while a safety barrier ascends into the workspace.

Plenty of square footage for three people, and on a Monday you need all the help you can get.

Chrysa clocks in with a muttered "Morning" as you're reviewing the Avengers' order:

Medium red eye, black - 'Nat's home from her mission and there's a morning debrief.'

Large dark roast with a shot of DynaPep - 'Tony, apparently trying to kill himself after a night of post-mission "tinkering."'

Extra large cup of Joe, extra cream and an order of mixed pastries - 'Steve got his run in and feels guilty about the early debrief.'

Small cocoa with cinnamon and extra whip - 'Peter's going to be late for school. Really, Steve needs to put that kid's education first.'

Medium Dutch apple pie a la mode latte - 'Thor, making his way through the seasonal menu.'

Extra large dirty chai - 'Scott just got into town.'

You notice a distinct lack of Earl Grey with excessive honey - 'Loki went back to bed. Dick.'

The next few hours are busy, as to be expected. They have you, Chrysa and Dementy rushing around, baking, steaming, and ringing up customers as quickly as possible.

Things begin to slow by 9:30, and around 10 Wanda wanders down in sweats and clogs, a maroon hoodie covering her unbrushed hair.

You start on her turek as soon as you see her. "Hey, what would you like for breakfast? And weren't you supposed to be at the debrief this morning?"

"Hmm...a pumpkin muffin," she smirks. "I popped my head out, told the kid to keep his mouth shut, and bewitched Steve to think I was there before going back to bed.

"I'm not getting up after three hours sleep just to tell Steve everything went as planned."

"What about Nat and Tony?" you ask.

"Stark sent Mark 93 and Nat doesn't sleep half the time anyway."

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Wednesday afternoon finds you at a boutique with Nat, Wanda, and Hope, who's visiting for the annual gala. The latter, focused as always, has chosen six sleek, black, barely differentiated dresses and hovers with them hanging over her shoulder while the rest of you decide.

"I can't believe it's been a year since we met," you say as you hold a one-shoulder gown against yourself in the mirror.

"You should try that one on," Nat says, her sultry voice soft but insistent. "It has been a year, hasn't it? So this is a particularly special gala. Is that why you're only looking at dresses in Loki's colors?"

You grin down at the gold taffeta. "Partially. It's more a feeling he's going to do something especially dramatic? I don't know what, exactly, but I haven't seen him this cagy since my birthday. He sent half the people in Times Square to his pocket dimension because I turned down the street before the flash mob was in place."

Wanda snickers.

"You're kidding!" says Hope.

"No," Nat replies, "There was a huge fallout when Steve got back from his 'emergency mission.' Something about 'We don't know if pocket dimensions are safe for humans...that's abduction...what if someone had gotten hurt?!'"

"And don't forget," adds Wanna, "'If you're so concerned, Rogers, I'm happy to send you in there to create safety protocols. We could all use the break from your incessant nagging.'"

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You were going to spend Saturday lounging around the flat until you needed to get ready, but Wanda had different plans. She insisted you and the rest of the girls all have a spa day. Thus, in the late afternoon you're stepping off the elevator on your floor with goodbyes to Nat, Shuri, Wanda, Hope and Pepper.

You open the door to find Loki already dressed and pacing nervously in the front room. His curls are raked in lines from the many times he's run his fingers along his scalp. "Loki?" you say. He freezes like a child caught sneaking candy, a hand shooting to his breast pocket before he takes a breath to steady himself. "Is everything ok?"

"Yes," he attempts a carefree smile. "Of course, darling, everything is wonderful. I...uh, I was just concerned you might not make it back in time to get ready."

You raise an eyebrow, amused by his ironically poor lie. "You do realize we don't have to be downstairs for another two hours, right?" Cupping his cheeks, you pull him down to kiss him. "Whatever it is you're so nervous about, I promise it will be ok. God or not, no one is perfect, and I'm not going anywhere."

He calms a bit. "Right. Well, I'm just going to, ah, see if Stark needs any help getting things organized." He checks his pocket again before rushing out the door.

You do your hair and makeup, wandering around the bedroom in only shoes and panties as your gown simply isn't bra-friendly. You're unhooking the dress from its hanger when hear the front door open.

"Great timing," you call out. "I'm going to need help with this zipper."

Loki enters the room. "Ravishing as always, darling," he grins at your bare chest. "I could help with a lot more than your zipper, you know."

"Says the god who was worried we'd be late?" You smirk.

"Right," he chuckles. "Let's get you into that so I can get you out of it later."

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The event space is nearly unrecognizable; Tony's modern minimalism nowhere to be seen.

The chrome columns are covered in black silk, green velvet held against them in sandglass form by thick gold cords. Grand chandeliers twinkle from the high ceilings, alight with five thousand candle flames. A brass quintet sits atop a raised stage opposite the bar, the dance floor spread between them.

"You weren't kidding when you said you'd help Stark," you smile, nodding at the decor. "It's very you." Standing on your toes, you give his cheek a peck.

"Thank you," he takes a steadying breath. "Shall we, er, have a drink? Perhaps some appetizers? Oh look! There's T'Challa and Shuri catching up with my brother. Why don't you join them while I find us sustenance."

You wander over to the group, letting your anxious lover gather food. "Hey," you greet, lightly grazing Shuri's shoulder as you siddle between her and T'Challa.

The king greets you with a tight hug. "It has been far too long. You have to come visit us in Wakanda.

"Okoye keeps talking about getting a Starbucks, but I told her there's better coffee to be had from international sources."

Thor lights up as his brother joins the group, handing you a cocktail and a plate of hors d'oeuvres. "Are you ready?" he asks Loki, a shiteating grin on his face.

"Will you desist?!" Loki says through gritted teeth, attempting to surreptitiously stomp on his brother's toes.

You pop a stuffed mushroom in your mouth and pretend not to notice while you listen to Shuri describe her latest invention. As your discussion of the device begins to dwindle, you hear the opening notes of a familiar waltz.

Loki clears his throat, his hand extended. "May I?"

You take it and he leads you to the dance floor. You can't take your eyes off him. His floor craft is perfection as together you dance smoothly through the other couples.

You know not just the steps, but how he'll take them, making reflexive shifts in your footwork to blend precisely into his.

His hands are comforting as he holds you, his natural scent like burning pine and fresh snow. His vibrant green eyes are full of awe of you and the glowing adoration reflected on your face.

When the song ends, he spins you to the center of the dancefloor. Your skirt settles and you find him kneeling as he holds your hand and a stunning emerald ring.

"Darling," he looks at you with batted breath. "Will you do me the honor of being my princess?"

"Loki, oh my god! Yes, yes, of course I will. Nothing could make me happier!" As soon as he slips the ring on, you pull him into a fervent kiss and the band strikes up the wedding march. You know that wherever you are, so long as you're with him, you'll be home.

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