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Summary: Loki's interrogation tactics left you curious about his powers, and he's more than happy to give you a little demonstration while you worked on your reports.

Pairing: Loki x Reader

Word Count: 1.1k

Warning/s: 18+ | slightly smutty (think limes not lemons…but still, minors & pearl clutchers leave right now); thigh riding; hand necklaces; naughty use of Loki's powers; semi-public [let me know if I missed anything!]

Things to be aware of: established relationship

Dick-tionary: nothing explicit but proceed with caution starting from "Quiet, darling"

"Darling? Are you alright?"

The sound of Loki's voice broke through the hazy thoughts you'd found yourself lost in for the last few minutes, making you realize that your fingers hovered over the keyboard for so long that your computer screen went on Standby. And the text fields of your interrogation report remained blank.

"Sorry what?" you mumbled, realizing too late that the reason you lost yourself in your thoughts in the first place was from recalling the events of the interrogation from earlier. Specifically the way your lover's voice and overall aura darkened as he threatened a variant of reminding them specifically what kind of person he was on the once Sacred Timeline.

Of showing them a sampling of the terrible awful things that he could do, especially now given that the magic barrier had been switched off. You had only the slightest whispers of an idea, given what you'd read from his file and the files of multiple variants of him.

Shadow casting. Duplication casting. An entire pocket dimension filled with who knows what. And then there was the telepathy. The telekinesis. The illusion projection. The mind control.

Which powers did your Loki have, you wondered. And which ones would he utilize in the name of those terrible, awful things?

And why did the prospect of him using those powers on you stir something in you that currently had you struggling not to squirm in your seat from the arousal?

"You look as if you keep drifting off, darling. Are you feeling alright?" Loki reached out to cup the side of your face in his large hand, the contact hitting him with a barrage of the thoughts that had been swimming through your mind since the interrogation. "Oh…" he rasped, moving his hand to weave his fingers through your hair. "I see now what has stolen your ability to focus on this…simple tedious task."

"Hmmm?" you replied absently, soft whimpers escaping you once the god leaned in and started pressing kisses from your temple down to your neck. This wasn't helping your wandering thoughts in the slightest. And then he wrapped his arm around you, lifting you up from your seat and maneuvering you to straddle his thigh. "Loki," you whined, a sharp gasp escaping you when he nipped at the spot between your neck and shoulder.

"Quiet, darling," he told you in a low teasing tone. "You wish to know which powers I possess? I'm more than happy to give you a little demonstration." He brought a hand up to your neck, squeezing ever so slightly at the sides. "I've cast an illusion wherein our colleagues are none the wiser to our…current predicament. All they see is us, sitting side by side, your lover patiently waiting for you to finish your report."

He flexed the muscles of his thigh, the motion causing a delicious friction between your legs. You let out the start of a moan before his fingers tightened around your neck for a fraction of a second.

"Much as I would adore to hear those beautifully filthy sounds from you, my love, I'm going to have to implore you stay silent. See, if you make any noise that could draw people's attention to us, the illusion breaks. And we'll be disciplined." With a wave of his hand, your jacket disappeared and reappeared neatly folded on the table in front of you. He kissed at your now exposed arm. "Can you breathe alright?"

Butterflies fluttered violently at your stomach at the question, choosing to nod instead of voicing your answer.

"Good girl." A rush of arousal pooled between your thighs at his words. You bit your lip to prevent yourself from making a sound when he nipped at your skin. Another wave of his hand and you suddenly felt cool wispy tendrils grasping at your waist and moving you to grind on your boyfriend's thigh. "I must admit, dear Y/N, I rather enjoy finding these more…pleasurable uses of my abilities. Especially with how deliciously responsive your exquisite form is under my touch." He kissed his way up to your ear. "I look forward to using them all with you. Perhaps later tonight, in our home."

The tendrils held you tighter, pressing you down harder against his thigh before proceeding to undulate your hips. The increased friction, along with how he was kissing and nipping away at your earlobe, had you letting out a strangled moan before his hold tightened on you again, your head swimming from the pressure.

"What did I say about breaking the illusion, my darling?" he growled, the gravel in his voice making you even wetter. "Do you wish to give every soul in this library a show of how desperate and wanton I can make you? Is that it?" He flexed his thigh again the same time that the wispy tendons ground your hips harder against it, a barely muted whimper coming out of you before you bit down hard on your lip and shook your head. "Then stay quiet, sweet mortal. Lest you wish for me to find something within my pocket dimension to stuff that beautiful mouth of yours with."

You did what you could to look down at what was moving you, your mouth forming in an 'O' when you saw that it was his shadows. You let out the tiniest whimper of his name, the pressure on the side of your neck lessening when he stroked at your skin with his thumb.

"I'm going to lift this illusion and then you shall finish your report so that I may bring you home and we can move on to a more…thorough demonstration," he rasped, pressing a kiss to your cheek. "With a little help from a few friends of mine." A flash of Loki's green magic from the corner of your eye caught your attention, his shadows grinding you down even harder on his thigh once you caught sight of two duplicates of him waving and smirking at you. One was wearing that ruffled tuxedo that on paper looked unremarkable on the average man.

But Loki was no average man. He was a god. Your god.

And the other duplicate was dressed exactly as such. With the gold horns and the black and green leather, his usual obsidian curls straightened and slicked back with a menacing look in his eyes as his gaze roamed your body.

The feel of his thigh flexing against your slit had you bringing back your attention to the Loki that held you in place. Your Loki. The real one.

"But first, I want you to soak my thigh."

A/N: Anon, whoever you are, I hope you're having the absolute best day because getting this in my asks had me staring at the ceiling and immediately typing down a lil note in my writing schedule to make this 🫠 Hopefully I did your thot justice

'everything' taglist: @simplyholl @loopsisloops @imalovernotahater @coldnique @loz-3 @huntress-artemiss @salempoe @vickie5446 @athalialaufeyson @lokiprompts @kats72 @kikster606 @asgards-princess-of-mischief @lokixryss @thomase1 @mischief2sarawr @lovingchoices14 @lunarnights95 @goblingirlsarah @iamlokisgloriouspurpose @creationsbyme @maple-seed @mjsthrillernp @ladyofthestayingpower @mygfloki @sititran @glitterylokislut @ozymdias @fictive-sl0th @lokidbadguy @mochie85 @silverfire475 @joyful-enchantress @elizabethmidnight2017 @holdmytesseract @smolvenger @gigglingtiggerv2 @lokidokieokie @lunarnights95 @superficialdomina @kmc1989 @november-rayne @goddessofwonderland @buttercupcookies-blog @peaky-marvel @lokiified @tom-hlover @dryyoursaltyoceantears @herdetectivetheorist

#loki x reader #loki x female reader #loki smut #loki x reader smut #loki fanfiction #loki fanfic #marvel fanfiction #marvel fanfic #mcu fanfiction #muddyorbs writes

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oswildin · 4 months

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DOMESTIC!LOKI X ND!PARTNER HEADCANNONS

NOTE: please note this is based on my own experiences with being autistic. no neurodivergent person is the same, and everyone’s experiences are different.

Oh, he has a SOFT spot for you, like so soft that it makes even him want to vomit (but he loves it)

He loves that you maybe think a little differently to others. It makes him consider things he hadn’t before. You always make him wonder

He does his best to explain things thoroughly, clearly and slowly, even showing you if needed. He always makes time for you

If he sees you are getting overwhelmed or overstimulated, he’s quick to try and help any way he can - conjuring earphones (he always keeps in his pocket dimension just incase), using his magic to dim the lights or draw the curtains, trying to redirect your attention to something else

If you’re in a busy, noisy place like a supermarket, he will always be watching closely, staying close, even guiding you with a hand on the small of your back in a comforting gesture

Need time alone? Oh yeah, he’s giving you sad puppy dog eyes, but allows you your space, knowing how important it is

Conjures illusions of stars on the ceiling, nebulas, fireworks, anything he thinks you’ll enjoy and keep you calm

Can’t leave the house? No worries, Loki has already cleared your schedule and is busy making your favourite food

Speaking of favourite foods, he always makes sure you have enough stock of your favourite brands/specific snacks. And if one store doesn’t have them, he will go to the next… and the next… maybe even another to make sure he can acquire them for you

Will gladly stroke your hair, your arm, back, wherever he can to help keep you relaxed and happy

Loki can always tell when you’re close to burning out, and makes it his mission to try and ease the blow of it

He set alarms on your phone - when he worked out how - for when you have things to do or tablets to take or anything he thinks you may forget. (He tried post-it notes, but realised they didn’t work, becoming apart of the furniture)

He finds you hilarious. He never laughs at you, it’s always with you, he is never unkind

He also finds you very endearing, how could he not?

Now, if you are having a meltdown, he always asks what he can do, never assuming. He knows sometimes you don’t like to be touched, and sometimes that’s what you need to ground you. He knew it wasn’t the same everytime, and would always follow your guidance

He also knows that he needs to let it happen. Of course, he ensures you don’t hurt yourself, but he understands that you physically need to get out your emotions to feel balanced, less overwhelmed. He never judges you, and unless you want to talk about it, he doesn’t press the matter

If someone ever makes a slight comment or joke about you, oh boy, they better start running

He’s fiercely protective. But he also knows you aren’t a child that needs coddling. But he will always be there to fight your corner

He even will rewatch your favourite shows or films with you, over and over, even reciting some of the dialogue with you, just happy to see you happy

Loki also will listen when you speak excitedly and passionately about your interests, trying his best to remember as much as he can, even though sometimes he struggles when your fixation changes quickly

He takes the lead in social situations, after all he loves the attention, letting you speak when you feel comfortable, but will also involve you subtly and gently to ease you into the conversation

Mirroring! He will gladly mirror you if you need to do something, anything to spend time with you

In short, he thinks you are a complex, wonderful, brilliant person, who is witty, kind and misunderstood by most people. He relates to you because he too has been misunderstood by others, and he finds comfort in having someone else who knows how it feels, even if he wishes you don’t know how it feels

He knows your struggles are very real, and never judges, never belittles, and loves you no matter what kind of day you are having

#loki #loki x reader #loki headcanons #loki x y/n #loki x you #loki imagine #marvel headcanons #loki marvel #loki laufeyson #loki odinson #mcu loki

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deathmetalunicorn1 · 5 months

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Thor, Lu bu, Loki, Odin, and Buddha meeting a moon goddess that lives in her own sub universe because of how big she is, she’s bigger than the earth

-It was an accident, (Love) stumbling into your domain. He had been looking for someone else, and opened the clearly marked door that had your name on it, and he wasn’t prepared to find himself on a floating platform in space, with the door behind him.

-He had no idea where he was, looking around in confusion, “Where…?”

-He had turned back to the door, seeing it still open, seeing the hallway that he had just been in, and he started towards it before a voice filled his ears, “Oh~ and who are you that has visited my domain?”

-He turned, hearing your voice, but his eyes went wide, seeing a massive form swimming through space, dancing amongst the stars, coming towards him.

-Your long robes flowed around you, making you look so ethereal, like you were truly swimming as you approached. You were massive, even bigger than the earth itself, towering over him as you lowered yourself to be beside the floating platform, your fingers, which looked like mountains, on top as you peeked over the edge, seeing your first guest in who knows how long.

-You were so beautiful, your hair floating around you, your eyes sparkling like the stars around you, with a hauntingly beautiful glow, almost like a bright moon.

-Despite your large size, there was no malice, to intent to do any harm, so (Love) was calm, mostly unafraid, as you were rather intimidating, due to your size, as he spoke, “Who are you?”

-You smiled warmly, your voice airy and gentle, but a bit loud, due to your size, “My name is Y/N, Moon Goddess- and who are you?”

-He introduced himself to you, amazed as he had never met someone so large before, even another deity.

-He found you charming and intelligent, you were so sweet and gentle, but also funny, and you found him to be charming in his own right- as it had been many years since you had spoken with another.

-You told him that due to your large size, you lived in this pocket dimension, ruling over your massive section of the universe, but those in Valhalla could come and see you, motioning at the doorway he came through, and he grew angry as you told him that it had been such a long time since anyone had come to visit you.

-You were flattered by his offer to come and see you, and even offered to bring others, and he couldn’t help but smile, seeing how your eyes sparkled, seeing your bright smile. You were so happy with something as simple as wanting to have someone to talk to.

-He made good on his promise, bringing others to meet you and your charm was quick to work on them as well, as many of those you had met before had forgotten about you, mainly because you were out of sight, out of mind.

-(Love) enjoyed seeing you so happy, your joy became his own and he was happy to do whatever it took to make you happy, even if it was just him coming by and spending time with you, talking to you, telling you stories of his past, telling you of the world outside your domain.

-He grew fond of your meetings, talking with you, and he enjoyed watching you dance around the star speckled darkness of the universe when you would come to greet him. He adored you, finding you so beautiful and so stunning- you quickly became the moon of his life and you grew fond of him as well, even if you couldn’t do anything together other than just talking.

-That’s all the two of you needed to be happy, just being together, spending time together.

#record of ragnarok #ror x reader

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michelleleewise · 1 year

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In My Shoes..

Pairing: Avenger Loki x Avenger f! Reader

Warnings: swearing, mentions of sex toys, suspected cheating (calm down! Lol), loki being a little shit, flirting, mind reading, bit of angst incoming, loki gets what he gets.

Summary: you learn something very interesting about your boyfriend......and exact revenge...

A/n- graphics by @harlequin-hangout. Inspired by this ASK from @psychospore. A special thank you to @mochie85 and @vbecker10 for reading my nonsense and letting me brainstorm with you! 💚💚

Part one -- Part two-

You slowly opened your eyes, a curtain of black hung across your face blocking the light. "Ugh, not a dream then." You huffed, rolling over you pushed the dark curls back off your face. "Loki, what..." you trailed off looking over seeing the other side of the bed empty. "Loki!" You called out getting no response. You sat up rubbing your eyes seeing you were alone. "Nice..." you trailed off swinging your legs over the side of the mattress standing up you felt a small breeze, looking down remembering Loki's clothes were in his pocket dimension "shit..." you muttered looking around, the only thing in site was the towel from last night. You closed your eyes, shaking your hands you tried to concentrate.

"Ok y/n...you can do this...focus." you said to yourself pacing back and forth you felt the tingling in your fingers, holding your hand out you felt something materialize in your hand. Smiling you opened your eyes, your face dropping seeing a familiar toy Loki had acquainted you with many...many times. "Loki..." you sighed tossing it on the bed. You closed your eyes, trying several more times before flopping into his chair looking at the bed. A leather strap, a bottle of lube, a book of Shakespeare poetry and something that reminded you of a sex swing had joined the pile "what do you keep in there?" You muttered grabbing the towel wrapping it around your waist. "Please dear God let everone be gone." You said walking to the door.

You peaked your head out seeing the hallway empty as you made your way towards Thor's room. The plan was simple, sneak in grab some clothes and sneak out "easy peasy." You whispered reaching his door. You pressed your ear against it, hearing silence you slowly opened it and snuck inside. You tip toed to the closet, opening it you grabbed the first shirt you saw pulling it over your head you rummaged through the hangers finding a pair of grey sweatpants "oh thank god." You whispered, pulling the towel off you pulled them up cinching the waist as you stepped out "Brother...what are you doing?" You heard, snapping your head up seeing Thor naked as the day he was born.

You quickly averted your eyes, trying to look everywhere but him "umm...i uhh...." you stuttered making your way to the door "loki? What is the matter?" He asked stepping towards you. "N..nothing Thor! I just...my clothes are dirty and i...I am borrowing some of yours." You said quickly walking towards the door "Brother wait, there is something I wished to ask you." You heard feeling his large hand grip your shoulder. Screwing your eyes shut you tilted your head down "what is it Thor." You snapped hoping he would let you leave "are you and lady y/n alright?" He asked making you open your eyes "why? Have you heard something?" You asked keeping your back to him "only idle gossip, I have heard that you have been seen flirting with the ladies in the lab so I thought I would ask." He said releasing you.

You heart plummeted to your stomach was he really doing that? You asked yourself clearing your throat "I will thank you to stay out of my business thor." You snapped, trying to sound as Loki as possible "apologies, I meant no disrespect. I only hoped what i heard was false, y/n is an amazing woman...you should cherish her." Thor said stepping back "we will speak later Thor." You said quickly leaving before he continued talking. You walked down the hall feeling your heart racing in your chest. You didn't know if what Thor said was true or not, all you knew is you needed to find Loki and now.

You walked into the kitchen, the smell of bacon wafting through the air made your stomach grumble when you froze, taking in the site before you. "Thank you captain..." he purred running a hand down Steve's arm "I cannot tell you how much I appreciate it" He continued, a large smile spread across his...well your face. "Oh its no problem at all y/n, now what did you say was wrong?" He asked looking at Loki, concern spread across his features "oh...I broke a nail you see." He said holding his hand up "it hurt sooo bad." He whined, giving him big puppy dog eyes as Steve grabbed his hand "well ill make breakfast for you anytime y/n." He smiled kissing the back of his...your hand.

You stepped in clearing you throat seeing Steve drop Loki's hand "hey, morning Loki. Breakfast?" Steve asked shifting his attention back to the stove "no...y/n can I speak to you?" You asked sternly seeing Loki smile at you "im a bit busy at the moment actually." He smiled looking back at Steve "now darling." You growled watching his smile drop. You watched him slide off the counter, your eyes widening seeing the outfit he had on. He had taken your favorite jeans and cut them so high they practically weren't there anymore, your tank top rolled up above your stomach and tied to the side exposing your midriff as he sauntered over to you. "Yes dear, what did you need?" He asked, his smile returning seeing the look on your face. You grabbed his arm pulling him into the common room.

"Loki, what the hell am I wearing?" You whisper yelled hearing him laugh "you have a beautiful body darling, as I have told you many times, why not show it off?" He snarked sitting on the couch spreading his legs apart "because loki, I would never wear that!" You said raising your voice "yes I know, your closet was full of frumpy sweaters and what you call grandmother clothing....so I improvised." He smiled. You looked down rubbing the bridge of your nose people are gonna think im a slut you thought looking back up "no they will not, and if they do they will answer to me." He said sternly standing up "stop reading my mind!" You yelled putting your hands on your hips "and what..." he trailed off crossing his arms "is that?" He asked pointing at your shirt. You looked down for the first time noticing the bright red shirt you stole from Thor, a picture of mjolnir on it with the words "feel the thunder" printed across it. "I had to steal this from your brother." You snapped.

"Did you even try to summon my clothes? Or did you just give up?" He asked making you sigh "yes I tried! And the things that appeared should be illegal." You whisper yelled seeing him laugh "well I didn't hear you complain the other night when.." you cut him off holding up your hand "I don't wanna know Loki." You sighed flopping down on the couch "did you figure out how to switch us back?" You asked when he came over straddling your lap "no, I have not...but I must admit I am very much enjoying this." He purred leaning forward. "How are you so comfortable with this?" You asked grabbing his shoulders "you forget darling, I can shift to whichever form I choose....female being one of them." He smiled standing back up "now if you will excuse me, the good captain is making me breakfast." He said sauntering back towards the kitchen.

"Loki, that's not a good idea! He's going to think im interested in him" you said seeing him smile "it's only a bit of fun...besides I don't cook and he is so very helpful." He said walking out of the room. Anger flooded through you remembering what thor had told you...loki ruining your clothes and flirting with Steve "oh, two can play that game....darling." you said, standing up you walked to the elevator and headed down to the labs, if he wanted to mess with you you would respond in kind. You walked out seeing a small group of women huddled around a table "Hey Loki." One said waving at you, you glared in response heading straight for Tony "Stark!" You yelled making him jump "geeze reindeer games give a guy some warning." He said setting his blowtorch down "I require a vehicle and money." You snapped, trying to do your best impression of your boyfriend. "A please would be nice." Tony said pulling out his wallet "what did you need it for?" He asked handing you a black card "that is not your concern." You snapped turning quickly heading for the door when the woman from earlier stepped in front of you.

"Hey, is everything ok?" She asked taking a step closer. Your heart pounded in your ears as she reached up rubbing your arm "I am quite fine thank you." You said shooing her hand away "you never gave me an answer...about tonight." She smiled making you want to gag "what about tonight?" You asked crossing your arms "remember, I asked if you wanted to have dinner at my place, but you left in a hurry." She said taking another step closer "you know, I can make you feel good. I'll treat you better then she does." She purred. You felt your heart sink knowing Loki never mentioned any of this "i...I will let you know." You said stepping back "ok, you have my number...call me." She smiled walking back over to the table. You cleared your throat before heading back to the elevator and the parking garage "oh, he's gonna to pay." You whispered as the doors closed.

A few hours later you returned to the tower, adjusting your suit you walked towards the common room with a smile on your face. "Brother, you look...different." Thor said "yes, I thought I would try something new." You said walking into the kitchen seeing Loki sat on a barstool, Phone in hand. "Hello dear." You snarked as his eyes met yours "odins beard what have you done!" He yelled jumping off the stool. "Do you like it? Is it your color after all." You said running a hand through his now green hair. "This is a travesty! Change it back at once!" He yelled looking you up and down "and what in the norns are you wearing!?" He yelled walking around you "oh, I thought you needed a little color in your wardrobe." You smiled adjusting the crushed velvet purple suit, and for kicks you added a matching shirt and tie "you cannot be seen in...in that!" He yelled waving his arms "what will people think!?" He continued, smiling seeing his face turn red. "Well I had to make sure I looked good for my date didn't i?" You asked seeing his eyes widen "I beg your pardon?" He asked crossing his arms.

"One of the ladies from the labs, she asked me...well you to dinner....remember?" You asked crossing your arms "y/n, wait...please, it's not..." you cut him off "oh, not what I think?" You snarked looking down at him "Well based on how you were with Steve today you'll forgive me if I don't believe you." You said. How many other women did he have? You asked yourself seeing his eyes soften "Darling, there is only you, I have not been with anyone else." He said making you shake your head. "Well that's not what thor said." You said walking to the counter "you would believe that witless oaf over me?" He asked following you "I don't know, should i?" You asked.

"Y/n, cease this childishness at once and fix my hair!" He yelled "you know...I don't know, I got quite a few compliments on the way back" you smiled, looking over you could practically see smoke coming out of his ears. "I have to go her ready for tonight, if you will excuse me." You said walking to the door "y/n, please..." he said making you turn around "you know, I think it hurt more knowing you didn't even tell me" you said watching him look down. "If you are innocent as you say you are, why didn't you tell me she asked you out?" You asked crossing your arms "it....it wasn't a big deal, and I didn't want to upset you." He said making you sigh. "Well that worked well for you." You said turning back to the door. "Y/n..." he called after you but you chose to ignore him, heading to his room.

You slid your jacket off, loosening the tie as you sat in his chair. Closing your eyes you leaned your head back against the cushion. You had no intention of going anywhere with the lab girl but you wanted to make him sweat, hoping maybe he would understand how you were feeling. You opened your eyes looking at the pile of toys in the middle of the bed making you laugh "your lucky I love you you ass." You said getting up scooting everything over lying down. You needed to figure out how to switch back, and soon.

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fr-likes-chocolate · 2 months

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Since it’s April fools, perfect time to tell about my most out of pocket AU.

So for context I am a huge ultimate spider man lover, it’s the best.

However there’s one character who stuck out to me.

Danny/Iron fist.

And he reminds me of a certain streamer I like.

My solution? Loki was tired of Danny so he got thrown into another dimension where he changed his name to Phil, had his hardcore world as well as his QSMP storyline while being married to Kristen or Hel, the Norse goddess of death and Loki’s (adopted) sister.

(Feel free to ask about details if you dare)

#qsmp #philza #qsmp philza #ultimate spider man #iron fist #heheheh

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sadlynotthevoid · 4 months

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I was feeling like a bit of slightly-angsty isolation this thursday, so...

AU where, instead of a double transmigration happening, RokSoo transmigrated to ogCale's body, but ogCale was put into a newly made double of his body and confined into a dimension pocket.

And just, no one knows about it and he can't get out until certain conditions are reached. For example: that someone finally gets rid of WS.

Luckily for him, RokSoo and company are rather fast to kill the white star. It only took them two years, way better than in his previous timeline.

Although, those are still two years in which og!Cale, the 40-year-old war soldier turned an 18-year-old time-traveler, had to spend trapped in that place. Completely alone except for the occasional god checking on him, and a few animals a god had the kindness to let for him. (It was Loki, but no one is going to call him out).

Og!Cale is a person who loves easily and deeply but, contrary to his true nature, someone who lived through decades without deep boundaries to gave him feedback. Whether it was during the war that took everyone he knew from him, or before that, with the family he choose to stay at distance and love them from the side-lines. He lived so long without feeling genuine care, making any emotional bond that isn't one-sided, that he's hungry for them.

Being in the past, where everyone he loves hadn't died yet, where they will live, and being so close— just a dimensional door away, really— but not being able to see them, hear them, nor even talk to them... It hurts.

He's happy and so, so glad. They're alive. They can laugh and eat and breath again— and, someday, he will see them again. Even if they don't know how to act with him and is uncomfortable. Even if, most probably, they don't know he's not there and don't miss him, he will see them again.

So, yeah, he's fine with this situation. He accepted this.

That doesn't mean that the waiting doesn't suck. He, a freedom loving person, trapped in the godly version of a safehouse. Most of the days it's only he, his thoughts and the ridiculous massive library Athena managed to fit in here. And his friends, the animals, of course.

Inside of that lonely place, of course, Cale gets attached to the animals that are by his side everyday. He was already an animal lover, to begin with. The little guys who just go through their lives being absolutely adorable and are more loyal than most people around... How can he not love them?

Besides, Athanasia, the griffin, gives the best cuddles he has ever had.

He gets used, eventually. It's not like he never had lived in a big house where the only beings around wouldn't speak more than three words to him. (Well, at least the animals try to talk with him. He just needed to learn what they mean.)

And Cale can do whatever he wants here. If he wants to play the violin or paint, do acrobatics or keep his training, he can just do it. There's no need to hide. No need to restrain himself.

There's no one here to get sad at her memories. No one to spread rumors about 'skills' or 'talents'. No one to turn his interests into weapons against his own family by comparing Bassen to him.

Eventually, it feels like a different kind of freedom here.

—And then he gets out.

#so he has to stay there until the things with ws finish #he's so bored and trying not to have bad thoughts #so he keeps himself bussy with anything he can think of #the library? he read it thrice already #he plays with every single of the animals there #he teaches the parrot to sing and give sassy remarks #he plays catch the ball with the griffin #and fake fights with the fenrir #he also talks with them all the time as if he could understand them and the gods don't know if he's joking or not #except loki. he knows the truth #he tried every single hobby that he could think of at least once #kept some of them but he's never doing pottery ever again #too much mud under his fingers. his brain and og!cale himself didn't like it #krs!cale is gonna be jealous that someone else got the chance to live his slacker life #while he was running around dealing with terrorists #but og!cale had had enough isolation for a life time (hah)#the god of death is going to be in some deep shit once they find out #og!cale probably would try to explain that #no. it was not kidnapping. i accepted this #“i mean. being trapped in a dimensional pocket where you can lose track of the time easily is not that fun #but it wasn't that bad either. I had animals with me"#and accidentally make it worst #though they get distracted when og!cale presents his pets to the children and mary #og!cale henituse #og cale #og cale henituse #og!cale #athanasia the griffin #she's baby and could kill a man with a single paw #but she most likely won't

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amandaoftherosemire · 9 months

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Second Sight -- Part Fifteen

Fandom: Marvel Avengers AU/MCU AU

Pairing: Loki Odinson X fem!Reader

Characters: Loki Odinson

Author: @amandaoftherosemire

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 4,811

Format: Series WIP

Warnings: Smut, 18+ only, oral sex (m and f receiving), facefucking, intercourse, angst

Summary: The kind of person who likes to keep your head down, you know you’ve made a huge mistake when you lock eyes with the god come to life that had attempted to take over your world. You find out you were right when Loki snatches you off the street. Able to see through his magic no matter what spells he weaves, he first tried to contain you, then to understand you. When he had to leave you, he discovered he was in love with you. Now that he has you back by his side, he'll do what he must to keep you safe.

A/N: I haven't been doing well the past few months, struggling with a dip into depression, burrowing and isolating along with it. But I’m climbing out, and rewriting and editing this chapter felt like a step in the right direction. I won’t make promises I’m not sure I can keep, so I'll stop saying anything about soon, but I am still committed to finishing the story.

<<Part Fourteen here

Second Sight Part Fifteen

You lay on the couch in Loki's study, snuggled into plush cushions and decadent comfort. The furniture in all of Loki's palace was preternaturally comfortable. In what you thought of as the breakfast nook, even the wooden chairs at the table overlooking the shimmering nebula seemed to curve to your form as soon as you sat down. No matter where you sat, or lounged, whatever you reclined upon would itself seem to invite you to relax, the more horizontal furniture suggesting a nap. You had a very hard time refusing that invitation, especially when you were bored.

This minute, bored didn't begin to cover it.

Loki was buzzing around the room, as active as you were lethargic, his new project animating him. The energy wasn't positive, however, but edgy and fretful. He wanted answers, and every denial only heightened his frustration. Every obstruction became fuel for the fire that drove him. You, on the other hand, were half-asleep, a defense mechanism against the crackling shiver his dissatisfaction left in the air. First you tried to escape by reading, but ended up dozing in defiance, a book falling out of one hand and a small cube of metal held tightly in the other, in a fist next to your heart.

"Time," Loki said, seeming to appear out of nowhere, his sudden appearance startling you out of the beginning of a dream. You would have sworn he'd grumbled his way into the next room, but you'd only been half-awake at most and couldn’t be sure you hadn’t slept through his return. Though he could slip in between the shadows when he wanted to disappear from one place and appear in another, his pocket dimension was already between the shadows. He had not yet found the way into the shadows within the shadows, and so could not pop in and out as he did outside of his palace. Surprised, but still too sleepy to react much, you blinked up at him.

Loki had his hand out and his eyes on you, but he wasn’t seeing you, too lost in his own thoughts. In his furrowed brow and far-off gaze, you could see he was distracted by the calculations he was still working in his head. Despite his absent mind, he reeked of impatience as you tried to remember what the two of you were doing. He seemed to seethe for the brief moment it took to shake yourself fully awake.

You lifted your arm, the cube in your hand only a few grams and easily handed over. "Nothing," you said, smothering the indulgent smile that wanted to overtake your face at the sight of him frazzled and on the verge of disheveled, "not even a tingle." At least not from the cube; the look of Loki, on the other hand, had tingles of excitement beginning to ripple through you. Despite that fact, you kept your face neutral and your hand out for the next cube.

"Were you even awake?" Loki replied doubtfully.

"Barely.” You answered the question with a sneer and sigh of irritation. “But I know the difference between dying and dying of boredom.” That your hand was still out made you sniff in impatience, waiting for him to hand you the next.

He raised an eyebrow and dropped an opal matching the ones in the pendant bought on Alfheim into your palm before turning away in a swirl of bad temper. You couldn't explain why, but little revved your engine like seeing him surly and on the verge of mild violence. His temper was in no way directed at you, and somehow the cold sneer of frustration on his face only made him sexier.

Unable to help yourself, you carefully stripped your voice of any emotion but innocent curiosity and asked, "Any progress?" You made sure your expression matched your tone as you carefully prodded at his temper.

As he settled behind his desk and picked up his pen, he shot you a look as vicious as it was arousing. The more he snarled and sneered at you, the more you wanted to push his buttons. If you pushed him far enough, eventually all that frustration would turn into a passion that he would unleash upon you like a storm. You fucking loved it.

Loki's eyes narrowed as he took in your guileless demeanor. You were teasing him, and despite the aggravation climbing from the base of his spine to the nape of his neck, some part of him loved the endless paradox you presented. You sat there, smugly mysterious, no matter what effort he expended to solve the puzzle, or how complete your cooperation. To find his predicament amusing was simply adding insult to injury.

He would always wonder and never understand how you could so consistently set his temper ablaze even as you made him hard as iron. That he could see a twinkle in your eyes telling him that you knew exactly what you were doing made his heart flutter. Nevertheless, the fun of the game was in the playing. His voice cold as the world of his birth, his eyes molten emerald, he replied, "Even the elimination of possibilities is a kind of progress."

You felt like licking your chops, he was so delicious. His hair was mussed, tumbling around his face in defiance of the tie into which he’d pulled it. The slightest of flushes colored his cheeks in the heat of both vexation and desire. You waited until his eyes dropped back to the page in front of him before you spoke, the laugh under your voice almost, but not completely, suppressed. "So, no, then."

Loki’s eyes snapped up to toss a quick glare and snarl your way before immediately turning his attention back to his notes. You snickered, delighted with the progress you'd made in annoying him, and went back to your book. Converting Loki's irritation into desire was a slow, careful process. You decided to back off for the moment to let him simmer down a little before you added more heat to the fire.

Loki stared, unseeing, at the page in front of him, trying and failing to understand this new puzzle. He wasn't really making any progress. The thought struck him that loving you was yet another kind of double-edged sword. The things that made him love you were also the things that made you impossible to decipher. Even with the extra information he had gone back to Alfheim to collect, he still had a mystery on his hands.

On Alfheim, Loki had cornered the merchant that sold him the necklace that had hurt you so, determined to find out how such a harmless looking thing could come so close to incapacitating you. As it happened, he'd had a long list of questions for the being. Not least of which, he wanted to know why the merchant had said nothing about the possibility of harm, though he’d suspected it was because of the illusion that made you appear Asgardian while you were at his side. He couldn’t quash the hope that a being who encountered so many different peoples would give him some kind of lead on why you were so stubbornly magic resistant.

He hadn't told you about the trip before he left, figuring it was better to ask forgiveness than permission for what he might have to do. Really, he'd only had to terrify the merchant a little, had drawn hardly any blood, so even after his return, he'd seen no reason to worry you with the details of the conversation. They'd still been breathing when he'd left, if one counts hyperventilating in fear, and Loki absolutely did.

He knew you would probably be angry at the way he'd threatened them, though, which was why he wasn't telling you. He'd had to be sure that they'd told him the truth, all of it, and that had required more severe tactics than you'd accept. He wondered if he should feel guilty for lying to you about it, but he couldn't work up the energy. He'd told you that the merchant had been easily bribed, and you hadn't inquired further. He saw no reason to worry you with the dirty details, and it wasn't as though you didn't know him to be an unrepentant liar.

Regardless of the ethics of his methods, or your opinion on it, Loki was as close to certain as he could be that the merchant had told him the truth of exactly how and of what the necklace was made. Between the merchant’s dismay that the necklace had harmed you and Loki’s imaginative threats, he was reasonably confident that the merchant had answered all the questions put to them truthfully. Wanting time and space to systematically experiment, he'd dragged you into his pocket dimension to discover the truth. As per usual, when it came to you, the truth was elusive.

Which is how he'd ended up in his study, trying to hurt you to protect you. To prepare for the experiment, he’d dismantled the necklace, noted the component pieces and their amounts. He’d then acquired everything he thought he’d need, created carefully portioned samples to match everything in the necklace. He had to find out if it was some specific substance that was hurting you, or something unique to the necklace that he couldn’t see. Perhaps something that matched what he didn’t see in you.

But experimenting on you to discover what other vulnerabilities you had in addition to those that already tormented him was even worse than he’d imagined. Every time he had to hand you a cube of metal or a gem in the hopes that it would weaken you, his stomach would drop in dread that he was about to hurt you, that you would collapse into that terrifying weakness. Each time you failed to react, his body prickled all over at the knowledge that he would have to keep trying to hurt you.

He tried to focus on his notes, on the next items he'd need you to test, but all he could think about was the close call on Alfheim, all he could see was your sickly face as you'd sagged against him. His eyes were on the cube of Alfheim steel he had to hand you next, but his gaze was on his own terror. He wasn’t sure there was a way to make you safe enough to satisfy him. Still, his heart yearned to balance on the edge of danger with you, to share the shadows with you.

The safest place he could think to take you, and a trifle almost killed you. Loki would laugh if it wasn't so infuriating.

Loki looked up when your shadow fell over him, startled to find you had somehow moved across the room to his side and he hadn't noticed. Your expression serious, your eyes narrowed in concern and the corners of your mouth tight, you raised an eyebrow in question. Loki responded automatically, pushing back from the desk, turning his chair to offer his lap.

As usual, you immediately took advantage of his change in position to slide into his lap, holding out the hand that held the Asgardian opal he'd given you. "This one isn't doing anything, either," you said, as you dropped the jewel onto the desk in disdain when he didn’t immediately take it from you. You slid your hands around his neck and linked them, pouting into his surprised face. "And I'm bored."

While Loki had been brooding, you’d been watching him stare at the book in front of him in dark contemplation. He'd clearly been lost in thought, and those thoughts seemed to torture him. You could see that the challenge wasn't thrilling him in this project, that the lack of progress was discouraging rather than energizing him. Worried by the disheartened look all over him, especially when you’d been trying to rile him up, you’d hatched a plan to pull him out of his black mood.

When the testing period seemed to come and go and he still hadn't looked up from his unseeing stare, you took the opal back to him, determined to distract him from what was bothering him. Just because you couldn’t fix his problems didn’t mean you couldn’t take his mind off them, as well as take your own mind off all the problems you and he created for one another.

You looked over the desk, counted seven more items to test and smiled to yourself. Seven shouldn’t be too much of a challenge, even considering his preternatural control. Holding out your hand, you huffed, eyes sparkling with the thrill of beginning your game. "Gimme the next, then."

Loki leaned back and looked at you where you sat in his lap, suspicion narrowing his eyes when your hips shifted to slide your hip and ass over his groin, blood immediately rushing to the area in response. You shifted again, encouraging his erection, and he could see light come into your eyes and mischief trembling on your lips. "What are you up to?" he asked with an amused drawl and a raised eyebrow as he reached out to snatch up the Alfheim steel.

Your smile spread in wicked glee when he put the cube in your hand. "I'm making this interesting," you replied as you slid from his lap to your knees facing his erection. You placed the hand holding the piece of metal on his knee while your other hand worked at his waistband to bare him to first your gaze and then immediately your touch.

Loki's head fell back with a sigh at the feel of your hand gently circling his length. He smiled at the ceiling, unsure what had brought this on, but hardly interested in protesting when he was the beneficiary. "You have my attention, love," he murmured when he felt your breath on the tip of his cock.

"Good," you replied with a low chuckle, thrilling at the sight of him already giving into you. Your hand softly and slowly twisted around him as you smiled sultrily up at him. He lifted his head to look at you, wicked green eyes watching you with excitement tempered by a wary amusement. Your smile widened in response to the vague suspicion you saw on his face. "Because there are rules."

Loki’s head dropped back down onto the back of his chair as he huffed out a petulant sigh. "I hate rules."

You laughed out loud and placed a gentle kiss at the tip, making his cock jump in your hand. "I know," you purred, smug that you could have him breathing faster so quickly. He looked back at you, unable to resist watching you pleasure him. The sight of you kneeling of your own volition at his feet brought him more satisfaction than any other offered supplication of his life. "That's why rule one is if you break any other rules, we trade places."

"I accept rule one," Loki replied, grinning down at you. You laughed up at him, unsurprised by his ready agreement. You both knew Loki didn't follow the rules when there were negative consequences; this first rule was tantamount to inciting rebellion.

You bent to place your mouth back on the tip of his cock, your tongue flicking out to taste him, your eyes falling shut as you closed your mouth around the very tip. His eyelids fluttered in response to the feeling and he groaned in his throat as he watched you take him a little further into your mouth. At the sound, your gaze lifted to his, burning excitement incinerating you both. "The next rule is that you can't come until you're done testing what you have on your desk."

You whispered the words against the soft skin beneath your lips before fully closing your mouth around the head of Loki's cock and sucking gently. The wondering sigh of pleasure that escaped his lips made you shudder with lust, your own heart speeding with excitement. Stoking his desire always inspired in you an equally powerful need, the two of you alike in that way. Making the other moan and quake and beg was something you both found unbearably exciting.

You lifted away from him for a moment to speak, but your hand moved with purpose as you twisted it up and down his length, spreading your saliva over him and making him shudder out a breath. "Last rule is,” you gasped, your breath already coming fast and shallow, “I only stop if the something in my hand feels different." When Loki snickered and reached down to brush his thumb over your cheek, you shot him one last wicked grin, and bent to the challenge you'd set yourself.

You wanted to make Loki come before he finished his test. You loved taking control, making him lose his. The exhilaration you felt that you could, that he trusted you enough to turn himself over to you, was as glorious as any you’d found with him. Maybe it was cheating to expect him to realize he was still in charge of the testing, but you couldn’t keep track of everything. Besides, he was supposed to be preternaturally clever; you assumed he could figure it out.

Still, you were enjoying yourself nearly as much as he was, though his hums and purrs of pleasure made clear he was especially lost. While the current sample remained in your palm, you didn’t see any reason to rush. You held his cock in the hand not resting on his knee while you placed sucking open-mouthed kisses slowly down his length. Your eyes never left his burning stare as he watched you place the flat of your tongue against the back of him, lingering as you dragged it up his length.

When you got back to the head, you took him back into your mouth. Before you closed your eyes and sucked him deep, you raised your brows and tilted your head towards the hand that still rested on his knee. In the next moment, you slid your mouth down and over him, relishing the sensation of smooth skin covering steel. Loki cursed and you chuckled around him when you felt the other steel in your hand disappear to be replaced by a larger sample of metal. When it, too, had no effect, you focused on driving Loki out of his mind.

"Oh, love," Loki moaned, already half wild as his head tilted back in bliss. He loved the touch of your hand, the feeling of your mouth moving over him with teasing gentleness. His hips were trying to move but he held himself back, trying to keep command of himself. He couldn’t control both his hips and his breath, which shuddered out in rapture. "Your mouth is magic."

You hummed happily, the corners of your lips stretching in a smile around him even as your mouth began to move over him a little more quickly, a little more firmly, taking him a little deeper. Your hand wasn't still either, working up and down along with your mouth to push him higher. You hadn’t considered when you started this challenge that you’d tied one hand behind your back, so to speak. You were used to touching him more, had to get creative.

Loki's hands left the arms of the chair where he'd had a white-knuckled grip, holding on to his control. Lost in the feeling of you sucking him into your warm, soft mouth, his hands reached for you, cupping your cheeks to tilt your head toward him. When your eyes fluttered open to burn into his, he couldn't help the tiny thrust of his hips into your mouth.

You'd taken him deeper than ever before when you chuckled in response and the feeling of your laughter around his cock had his eyes blurring. He was doing everything in his power to hold back his climax, even if he could remember exactly why when your mouth and throat and hand were so diabolically working him toward ecstasy.

Despite how much he loved to watch you please him this way, his eye was drawn to the wiggle of your fingers around the cube sitting on the hand you hadn't moved from his leg. He could barely concentrate, the swirl of your tongue around the head of his cock destroying his mind, but he snatched up the metal in your hand and dropped it on the desk on his way to grabbing the next sample and giving it to you.

Loki forced himself to focus on control, determined to hold back until you had the second to last of the test materials in your hand. He wasn't going to leave you unsatisfied at the end of this. Even if he didn't love using his mouth to bring you to sobbing pleasure, he'd still want to show his appreciation for you. He’d been losing himself in the future and you’d brought him back to the only thing that mattered, the glorious now he was sharing with you.

Focusing on control, however, meant concentrating on you and what you were doing to him. You wanted to win, and you were doing everything in your power to drag him to the edge. The longer he held out against the diabolical things you were doing to him with your mouth and hand, the closer he came to delirium. The desperate need had teeth clamped around the base of his spine; only the strict grip he had on his body was stopping him from fucking your lovely face.

By the time he dropped the sixth item into your palm, he was sweating and on the edge of begging or taking, he didn’t know which. You had done everything you could think of, had whipped out every strategy you’d ever heard of, had exploited every weakness you knew, to push Loki to this point. His hands wrapped around your upper arms, his grip tight almost to the point of pain but an exhilarating kind. The kind that made your heart race and your blood boil.

"My love," he growled when you moaned long and low, in an almost whimper, in response to another of those little thrusts that he couldn't always control. His hands held you in place to rock exceedingly gently over your tongue. "I'm about to come down your lovely throat."

You moaned again, moving faster, insanely aroused at both his control and every little sign of its loss. To your shock, Loki was suddenly standing, the chair sliding out and away from him as he came to his feet in an almost violent burst of movement. His hands were on each side of your head in the next moment and you were dropping the cube in your hand to brace yourself on his thighs.

"I need to--," Loki cut himself off with another purr of pleasure as he began to slowly, easily rock himself in and out of your mouth. "Pinch me if you want me to stop. I swear I'll stop if you want me to…" he trailed off when you gripped his thighs and shifted to allow his cock to glide more easily over your tongue.

His head fell forward on his neck to look into your glowing eyes when he felt your hands moving to encourage his thrusts into your mouth. He didn't know how you managed to forever surprise him, but as he fucked your mouth with faster, rougher thrusts, you welcomed each as you stared with burning eyes into his.

Those burning eyes started to water as he pushed his cock more deeply into your throat, but you didn't retreat, wanting to feel everything, wanting to give everything, wanting to take everything. When a single tear fell down your cheek, you pushed yourself forward to meet Loki's thrusts and it was all he could take. At every line, every boundary, you always danced with him along the knife edge of anything and for someone like him, nothing in the universe could compare.

With a stuttering groan of your name, Loki slammed himself deep into your mouth, the long wait, the aching teasing before the rough loving finally wearing through the last frayed thread of his control. For the first time in what might have been centuries, Loki’s mind went blank. He could barely hear your pleading cry of desire, surrender, the tip of his cock choking you as he did as he'd warned and came down your throat. You swallowed and swallowed, your body wracked with arousal as you savored the knowledge that you'd made him lose control.

Loki looked down at you, his hands still holding your face, his thumb catching a small drop that had escaped the corner of your mouth. You turned your face a little to take his thumb in your mouth and suck the last drop from it. The sight had him shuddering with fresh desire as his hands left your face to grip your shoulders and pull you to your feet.

Before you could blink, you were sitting in the chair, and Loki was kneeling at your feet, pushing your skirt over your knees. He picked up the sixth sample from where it had fallen to the floor and threw it to the desk. Picking up the last, he turned back to place it in your hand. The next thing you knew, Loki was spreading your legs and hooking them over the arms of the chair to give him an unimpeded view of and access to the core of your body.

Loki flashed you a wicked grin before bending close to run his fingers over your folds and whisper, his breath brushing your overheated flesh, "Rules are rules, my love."

A long time later, you and Loki lay curled on his study floor, naked and satisfied. Loki had thoroughly loved you with mouth and hands, bringing you to the edge of orgasm over and over until you’d begged for mercy. When he’d ultimately given in to your sobbing demands, the climax that took you was the most powerful of your life, leaving you boneless and breathless, draped across another of his high-backed leather thrones.

When he’d risen over you like the pagan god he was, your thighs had trembled, in trepidation or anticipation even you couldn’t be sure. He’d cooed to you then, in love and praise, before arranging you to his liking and sliding the iron bar of his erection inside you. You'd been sure your body couldn't climb to yet another peak, but he'd wrapped one arm around your back and cradled the back of your head in his palm to tilt your head for his kisses. With his other hand, he’d taken a hold of the back of the chair in a crushing grip and used it as leverage to pound into you. The burning focus of his eyes and the wild abandon of his surging body was something you rarely saw him indulge and never tired of witnessing.

By the time he came inside you with a roar, he'd pushed you up and over twice more.

You were deeply grateful to be done with the testing, at least for now, because you were completely exhausted. You wanted a bath, a snack, and a nap, in that order. As soon as you could find the energy to get off the floor, you were going to drag Loki off for all three.

"Did you drop either of the last two because they felt odd?" The two of you had been sharing a companionable quiet in the aftermath of so much passion when Loki's voice gently broke the silence.

"No," you murmured against his skin, smiling slightly at his ability to immediately get back on task after being diverted. You didn’t move your face from where it was pressed against his chest but snuggled into the arm he’d snaked around you to hold you tightly to him. "Nothing today felt like the necklace did.”

Loki sighed, and you heard the frustration in the sound, though his words had a sexy, teasing cadence. Though you’d managed to thoroughly distract him from his dark musings, the troubles that followed you both couldn’t be so easily dodged. "You know that means more tests."

You sighed in resignation, though the secret romantic voice in your mind sighed at the undercurrent of devotion. You knew he wouldn't stop, because despite his recklessness, he wouldn't be careless with your safety. A thought dug into your brain like a tick that he may never be fully content with your protection. You knew how your human frailty distressed him. Still, the testing may have been boring, but you didn’t mind too much, not now that you’d found a game to keep you both occupied in the meantime.

"Then I guess I better hydrate."

Part Sixteen here>>

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danniruthvan · 7 months

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It’s kind of wild that at the end of Loki S2 they acted like Loki’s going to be alone forever.

When Renslayer and Miss Minutes teleported into that jail cell, I realized this series operates on Gotham rules: anyone can go anywhere whenever they want as long as it would be interesting for the plot. (In case you’re unaware, this was notorious in the TV show Gotham, where it seemed like any rogue could get into Wayne Manor with ease.)

I’m not quite sure, but Loki’s either at the End of Time (which Sylvie seemed to have no problem sending Renslayer to earlier) or in a pocket dimension just outside the TVA where the Loom used to be. Even if the TemPads can’t be used to get to where he is RIGHT NOW, his friends have an infinite amount of time to figure out a way to get to him. Plus Loki himself has always been a talented magician and now he’s also as good at quantum physics as OB. He’ll probably find a way to reach out eventually.

Having an important job where you can’t leave doesn’t mean you can’t text your friends and receive visitors from time to time.

#loki #loki spoilers #loki season 2 #loki odinson #loki laufeyson #loki show #mcu loki #loki thoughts #loki theories #lokius

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mittensmorgul · 1 year

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Okay, I have a lot of thoughts i’ve been rotating for a while now, and even if I don’t have a coherent overarching meta composed in my head yet, I feel I need to at least record some of these thoughts for future reference. Buckle up. It’s a lot.

I’ll start with a few overarching themes and points that cover the entire series, and then move into the specifics of the most recent episode, the PENULTIMATE episode lol, 1.12. gonna just bullet point these for ease of reference purposes:

-a ridiculous percentage of the series has dealt with monsters/entities with their own little pocket dimensions. yes, this was a thing the original series touched on occasionally-- djinn dream universes created entirely inside someone’s mind, gabriel’s eternal tuesday time loop, gabriel’s weirdo tv land, the soul eater nest in 11.16, and even chuck’s bar at the end of the universe from 11.20. Or like... the entire concept of alternate universes introduced in 6.15 The French Mistake that may or may not have been a construct by Balthazar... up to interpretation... and the final seasons wrangling of several specific alternate universes

so far in The Winchesters we have, by episode:

(under a cut because this got long lol)

*eta: since it’s been pointed out to me that not everyone’s managed to memorize all the spn prime episodes by number, here’s the Mittens Decoder Page on the superwiki by episode number: http://www.supernaturalwiki.com/Category:Episodes

1.01 the Loup Garou and the Monster Trap Box (which can only be recharged by things that are “not of this earth”, specifically they will learn it’s a transporter device that sends creatures trapped by it back to whatever world’s item has “charged” the box) they were searching for, hidden in a secret chamber for years.

1.02 La Tunda, who lures victims into her little pocket dimension trap via roots pulling them underground. she can only be killed by being stabbed with a piece of her own wood/body

1.03 the Bori Baba who lures victims into a pocket dimension trap via a burlap sack. he can only be destroyed (and his captives freed) by them willingly relinquishing/destroying the beloved thing he lured them with.

1.04 Mars Neto who lures victims into a pocket dimension trap and makes them relive trauma and fight him. Could only be defeated/rendered mortal when the amphora containing his power was shattered.

1.05 djinn... but these are slightly different than any of the djinn we know from original canon. they can form a link directly into someone else’s mind and control them out in the real world, not just in a pocket universe trap... it turns victims’ own minds into the trap

1.06 a vengeful spirit of a POSSESSED VAMPIRE of an entirely new variety, who broke free of a trap where he’d been locked for decades, because his friends felt helpless against his growing darkness/involvement with dark magic that was twisting who he was. Lata had to force him to confront that and confess, and the possessing spirit chooses to leave John in an act of doing the right thing.

1.07 straight-up Akrida-- the monsters apparently from an alternate universe trying to invade our world to devour it all (reminiscent of the tentacle monsters Sam and Dean found trapped in a different MoL capitulum clubhouse and accidentally released in 12.17, but bugs instead of tentacles...). They are our overarching Big Bad, who bridge the gap between pocket dimension and possession/mind control that surrounds so many of the themes of the series. but this episode explores them in more depth (right down to the underground lair where the queen was trapped). I feel the need to mention it somewhere, but the akrida used radio waves as a lure for all the bizarre monsters our core four have been dealing with all season, connecting the akrida directly to every other specific monster we’ve seen them confront. Episode literally called “Reflections” which leads me into:

1.08 Loki/Gabriel? Who I already mentioned above as a creator of pocket dimensions and messing with minds in original canon. And for some reason at the end of the episode, he’s trapped inside a mirror, a bit of lore we’ve never seen connected to Loki or Gabriel leaving me to wonder how trapped he actually is... A reflection, as it were.

1.09 vampires... but more the sort we already know from spn prime canon. except the whole mission around them involves a PROPHECY unwittingly stamped onto John’s hand. We’re reminded that prophecy can’t be avoided, BUT you can control some of the circumstances AROUND the prophecy. Context matters, and tiny glimpses of things aren’t representative of the whole truth. (4.18 anyone...)

1.10 A very Magnus-coded (who if you remember created his own little pocket universe to live in with his monster zoo and collection of supernatural relics) disgraced MoL who lies about his identity, his past, and his motives for returning to the clubhouse now. Literally wants to transfer his and his wife’s consciousnesses into John and Mary’s bodies to get back the life the Akrida had stolen from them and he felt they were owed... with no self-awareness that this actually made HIM the monster in this case.

1.11 the Shadow Spirits generated by Maggie’s magical bracelet that both showed the wearer the truth about hidden motivations AND could also become a trap. Carlos and Lata are pulled into a shadowy trap (not just in their minds! they are no longer physically in the house! they were pulled bodily into some sort of pocket universe BY A SHADOW (you know, the proper term for the Empty Entity in spn prime canon?). Where their only hope for escape was Lata confessing her deep, dark hidden secret to Carlos. She was terrified that he would reject her if he knew the truth about her, that Carlos would be ashamed of her, but he reconfirmed that he loves her unconditionally, and nothing will ever change that.

She’d felt guilt and responsibility for the actions of others for so long, but Carlos helped her see the whole picture again, that it was not her fault, that she’d been helpless to circumstance and wasn’t at fault for her father’s bad actions-- even to the point where they led to the death of an innocent woman.

But the other function of this bracelet, used on Betty to show her the TRUTH of the akrida-possessed people finally gave US a look at how akrida possession works. It’s not just the little spikes in the neck doing the controlling through chemicals or whatever, they seem to function like some sort of weird antenna that connects them via mysterious green tentacles of light up into the sky. Where do they go? I thought the akrida queen was buried underground, not in the sky? Who or what is pulling those poisonous green strings?

aside to mention lata found the bracelet hidden in A CAN OF RAT POISON, along with a tasty treat that carlos devoured. the rat poison packaging was just a decoy to keep anyone else from accidentally finding Maggie’s bracelet (and her stash of tasty treats lol)

1.12 LIMBO’S HOUSE OF HAPPY. a fucking CARNIVAL TENT of a pocket universe, run by a literal clown who made a deal with a witch to create a perfect place where he would never feel sad again. (somebody PLEASE tell me this feels like 15.20... from the rando pie festival where Dean STILL doesn’t get to eat pie and has it smashed in his face instead, and then gets hung on a rusty nail after fighting off some vampire clowns/mimes and sent to a weirdo version of Heaven where he can apparently never worry about anything again? freaking dystopian, ffs... but also... very much a thematic summary of the entire metanarrative plot of the Winchesters as a whole...)

I’m gonna spend the rest of this post absolutely yelling about this last one. While watching, my brain just kept lighting up with references to past canon.

A CLOWN named LIMBO.

Of course, when we think about clowns in Supernatural, we always think of Sam’s lifelong fear of them. Apparently connected to the fact that Dean used to leave him at Plucky Pennywhistle’s as a kid, but also... almost every reference to clowns in canon prime are connected either to Azazel or to Lucifer himself.

My very first thought about LIMBO the CLOWN was 11.10 The Devil in the Details. Rowena being the one to magically assemble the “stage cage” where they’d summoned Lucifer to question him about Sam’s visions and dealing with the Darkness, and Rowena appearing in this episode (even if in an entirely different plot arc, she’s still ~there~) feels very relevant.

But we’d known that Sam’s visions in s11 were foreshadowing a return of Lucifer and possibly a trip to the cage. But... Clowns Specifically were used to foreshadow this. In 11.07 Plush, Sam was trapped IN AN ELEVATOR with a murderous clown, and the overhead shot as Sam frees the man in the clown suit from possession... looks like cage bars (screencaps from HotN):

Remember, this was TWO EPISODES before Crowley leads Sam and Rowena INTO LIMBO in 11.09. LIMBO. Where Sam’s worst nightmare becomes reality and he’s literally trapped IN A FAKE CAGE, IN LIMBO, WITH THE ULTIMATE CLOWN:

(screenshot from the superwiki page for 11.09)

LIMBO is where Cas says yes to possession by Lucifer, and right after this kills Rowena for her trouble, after she confesses that she’s the only one who knows the spell to force him back into the actual cage.

From 11.09:

Crowley: We are in the furthest reaches of Hell, Limbo, where I send unruly souls for timeout. Sam: This is where I meet with Lucifer? Crowley: What it lacks in ambience it makes up for in security. They come to an empty cage. Rowena paints sigils on the cage, while the thunderstorm continues to rage. Crowley: Makes your flesh crawl, doesn’t it Moose? I get it. I’m the King of this place. It’s still not my cup of tea. Sam: I don’t know, Crowley. I’d say it suits you. Dark. Empty. Crowley: Fascinating; the utter contempt, when I’m in the midst of saving the Winchester’s bacon, again. Sam: The point of this is to save everyone’s bacon, including yours. Let’s just hope she knows what she’s doing. This cell won't hold crap if the warding is not right. Rowena: Don’t you worry about me, Samuel. I’m a professional. Crowley: Are you certain you can do this without actually opening the Cage? Rowena: We are about to find out, aren’t we.

Rowena BELIEVED Lucifer would become her protector, bring her peace, security, power. But it was all a lie. And in this episode, she seeks out Ada under the pretense of talking to the specific demon Ada had trapped in a bonsai tree, looking for information about her son...

Let’s detour through some other clown references from spn, just for funsies. The cold open victim in this episode was the only one who could see the magical tent, and his friend saw and heard nothing of it (he didn’t have the magic ticket). It called back to the children in 2.02 Everybody Loves a Clown. They were the only ones who could see the Rakshasa clown, who used those children to gain entry to their homes to devour their parents.

There’s also the ghost of John Wayne Gacy in 14.13, an episode where Dean’s wish to reunite his family is fulfilled, even for a brief moment. (the ghost will return in 14.20 when Chuck cracks Hell open). But specifically this clown is tied directly to John and Mary reuniting before John chooses to go back to his own time to save everyone else and restore the timeline. John will only vaguely remember the events as some sort of pleasant dream. It comes with a side of Dean accepting his life, not WANTING to change it because everything he’s endured has combined to make him the person he’s become. GROWTH DOT GIF.

(and in 15.01 the clown ghost nearly gets sam, again...)

Which brings me back to the Akrida. Our mind-controlling, possessing archvillain of this entire narrative. Whose goal seems to revolve around being freed from a sort of cage to run riot across creation. They have apparently shifted reality, all because Dean knocked over some first mysterious domino and unleashing the chain of events he’s been recounting through the entire series.

Was that inciting incident going back in time to deliver the note to John? Was it giving John the key to the MoL clubhouse that sparked not only what appears to be a massive change in the timeline from what we’d known from spn prime, but possibly also GENERATED the akrida as a monster specifically that creates these sorts of pocket dimensions to devour?

Also, brief aside to mention DEANNA. Like, the entire early part of the season revolved around Mary concerned about Samuel being “missing.” And yet, we also learned that Deanna had disappeared to points unknown. She hadn’t been seen by anyone in MONTHS, was last assumed to be hunting with some group in Michigan (? I think? top of my head reference), and yet NOBODY has showed the same concern for her whereabouts as they collectively did for Samuel. It’s almost like they all have some sort of weird amnesia about her at this point. They just... aren’t concerned about her at all, and haven’t even mentioned her in weeks. Which makes me think she’s at the center of all of this. I would be 100% unsurprised if she’s the one possessed by the Akrida queen at this point. because otherwise, WHERE TF IS SHE. But also, WHY TF IS NOBODY ELSE SEEMINGLY CONCERNED ABOUT HER AT ALL?! It’s WEIRD.

I am generally losing my mind over all of this, and don’t know what Big Secret will be revealed in the finale, but hooBOY I am prepared to scream about it for weeks. This is all just stashed here for my own future reference purposes, and I’m sure I’ll come back and add more things as I think of them, but heck this will have to suffice for now :’D

#the winchesters #spnwin s1 spoilers #spnwin 1.12 #spn 11.07 #spn 11.09 #spn 11.10 #spn 2.02 #spn 14.13 #spn 14.20 #spn 15.01 #spn 7.14 #spn 15.20

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Therapy Fit for a God Chapter 24

Loki/OFC Rated E: Trigger Warnings: Smut, Sex, Oral Sex, Angst, talk of suicide, therapy, unhealthy family dynamics, mention of torture and mind control, touch starved, drinking

Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5, Chapter 6, Chapter 7, Chapter 8, Chapter 9, Chapter 10, Chapter 11, Chapter 12, Chapter 13, Chapter 14, Chapter 15, Chapter 16, Chapter 17, Chapter 18, Chapter 19, Chapter 20, Chapter 21, Chapter 22, Chapter 23

Loki’s plans to conquer and rule Midgard have come to a disastrous end. After being captured by the Avengers, he is being held on Earth. Odin has refused to interfere, and the outlook for the God of Mischief appear bleak. His only hope may lie in one mortal woman, a Psychiatric expert brought in to interrogate him.

Dr. Caroline Thorpe is intrigued by Loki and thinks that more lies beneath his actions than is commonly known. Can she find out the truth before he is shipped off to die for crimes against the Earth? And can Loki bring himself to care?

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It had taken a satisfyingly short time to convince Thor and their mother that he was not going to be delayed in returning to Midgard. Friga had wanted to summon Eir and attempt to repair the sieve that they had made his memory. Thor had babbled some nonsense about danger if he set foot in the mortal's fortress. Loki had ignored them both with ease. The threat, made with just the right amount of intensity, that he would use his own weakened powers to access hidden paths to Earth were enough to have them both agreeing to bring him there themselves by a less strenuous route.

Loki didn't understand why they didn't just have the Gatekeeper open the Bifrost to the compound where this mortal woman was at present, but Thor was rather insistent that a stealthier course was called for. This was such an aberration from his brother's normal tendency to barrel in hammer first that both Loki and Frigga were quick to acquiesce, although their mother looked a little uneasy with the method it left to them.

"You do still have the Tesseract I assume, brother?" Thor had asked.

Another wave of sensation had rocked Loki, and he had to steady himself physically to avoid falling once again.

The Tesseract. Yes, the name filled him with something that was not quite comfort, but yet still offered a sense of relief. It was as if an escape card had been slipped into his pocket. It made sense; from what he knew of the Tesseract, container of the Space Stone, it could carry someone of sufficient mental strength to command it anywhere they wanted to go. One of the primal forces of creation, nothing he knew of would be able to stop it from taking him to Earth or anywhere else.

He had it?

Loki closed his eyes and mentally reached into his pocket dimension, paying much more attention than would usually be required in order to retrieve an item tucked away. He felt the auras of his usual items: knives, quills, paper, armor, anything he might need in his roamings, and dismissed them all. There were a few things he had not remembered adding, such as a rose-colored parka, some sort of projector, and a pair of sorcerous handcuffs. He would have to explore more later to see what else he had acquired in his missing days. There! in the midst of all the objects was a gently glowing blue cube that emitted a powerful aura.

Loki had pulled it out into the night air and held it aloft. How had he come to have one of the building blocks of the universe in his possession? It was yet another mystery to be solved. Right then however, he had been too concerned with the first problem. Who was this woman, this mortal of all things, who filled him with such a sense of need that he was willing to put his health at risk in order to find her and assure himself of her safety?

"Oh Loki, the Tesseract?" Frigga sighed in a voice he had been hearing his entire life.

"Apparently," he shrugged, tossing it up and catching it just for the effect. He couldn't have them realize how off his game he truly was after all.

"Give it to me, you are in no condition to use it."

"Mother -"

"Do not try to dissemble with me! You can barely stand on your own accord, how do propose to control an artifact of such power? More like than not you would end up on some random moon if you tried on your own. If you want to go, and must go now, then you will let me provide the guidance. End of discussion."

When it came right down to it, he had not been feeling at his best, and if there was any person he trusted to turn over such a weapon to it was his mother. Reluctantly he had handed the cube to Frigga and seen her breathe a sigh of relief.

"Thor, you know where this place is where Loki's friend is being kept?" Frigga asked in a brisk tone.

"I believe so," Thor answered. "My guess is that friend Stark should have been able to keep her in his rooms, rather than seeing her put into the prison."

"His rooms?" Loki growled, not liking the sound of that one bit, even though he had no idea who the person they spoke of was.

"A very large suite, Brother," Thor hastened to assure him. "Several rooms. In any event, you need not fear. He is only a little fellow, and a mortal, though fierce in battle."

"I fear nothing," he had said automatically, still not liking the situation Thor presented.

"Alright," Frigga had cut through their discussion. "Each of you place a hand on my shoulder, like when you were children. Thor, I am going to enter your mind; visualize where this woman would be for me. As much detail as you can. Loki, no over-extending yourself, but gently reach for me. That's it. Now, brace yourselves my sons."

The teleportation had taken more out of him than Loki cared to admit. Frigga's firm arm locked with his had been all that kept him steady as the terrace around them disappeared and reconfigured itself into some sort of sitting room filled with human furniture in silvers and grey. He was grateful for her discrete support and shot her a quick look of thanks while Thor shook off the trip like a pet emerging from a lake.

Too late he had reached for the Tesseract, only to see Frigga turn her wrist and remove it to her own impenetrable storage with a smile that dared him to protest. Well, that too would be a battle for another time. He had to find this person. This doctor. His heart screamed that everything else was second no matter how much his intellect told him otherwise. It was extremely irritating.

"Where is she?" he had demanded of Thor, looking around and not seeing anyone.

"Calm down Brother," the note of ill-concealed amusement in Thor's voice rankled to no end and made him itch for his knives. "I told you the suite was large. She should be here somewhere, assuming Pierce didn't kill her."

And then a dagger had been in his hand, and a snarl escaped his lips. If anyone had laid so much as a hand on her, he would make them long for an easy death.

"Loki, control yourself," Frigga had snapped at him. "And Thor, show some respect for your brother's feelings. I am sure that this Doctor Thorpe is safe and near. Ah, I think I hear voices coming from that direction. Thor, perhaps you should lead, since you are friends with the Mortal who's home we have invaded."

Loki had showed his opinion of that plan by roughly pushing past his brother and wrenching open the door out of the room. He could hear the voices then, though not what they were saying. One was low and masculine, the other had a bell like quality that went right to his heart. It was her. He would bet what remained of his soul on it. He had to see her. Once he did, everything would be right again.

Charging down the corridor, he had come at last to another room with couches, chairs, and a low table, artwork decorating the walls. He hadn't seen any of it. There, seated on one of the couches, had been Her.

He had known the minute his eyes clapped upon her. A relatively small woman, she was dressed in a grey sweatshirt several sizes too big for her that was rumpled and unflattering. Her hair, a mess of snarled curls, was tied up on the top of her head somewhat crookedly, several large chunks falling down at random. Deep, dark smudges shadowed her eyes, speaking of sleepless nights and tearful days.

Loki had never seen anyone more beautiful in his life.

He had stood in the doorway, transfixed by the sight of her eyes. They were red and watery, but that could not disguise the sharp intelligence and, even more breathtaking, the kindness that shone forth from them. Those eyes, he had thought in a brilliantly clear moment, could take all the sorrows in all the world and make them bearable. Compassion, acceptance, and humor glinted in their bottomless depth. He wanted it, all of it, for himself.

Which made the fact that at that very moment they were shining on someone else, someone who was clasping her hand and smiling back at her, absolutely unacceptable.

An intense haze of red colored all before him. Loki did not know who she was, but he knew with a certainty beyond anything else that it was his eyes she should be staring into, his hand that belonged in hers. He would kill this worm of a Mortal for daring to touch the match to his soul. Menacingly, his grip on his knife tightened.

"If you want to keep that hand," he spoke quietly from the doorway, "I suggest you remove it from my Lady's. Now."

***

That voice, low and filled with menace, was the most wonderful sound she had ever heard.

Caroline's eyes flew from Matt's face over to the entrance. He was there. Standing in the doorway to the sitting room was the only man she would ever love. For the first time in over a week, Caroline's heart seemed to beat once more.

"Loki," she said, his name and nothing more, rising to her feet.

"In all my glory," he smiled, eyes moving over her.

Caroline felt a momentary pang of embarrassment for how she must look. Since the horrible incident she had taken the bare minimum of interest in her personal appearance, only doing enough so that her friends would stop hounding her about it. As her eyes took in Loki, however, she forgot her own state as his registered in her mind.

Loki had always been thin, although Caroline knew firsthand how much lovely muscle was hiding beneath his clothing. Now though, his cheeks were hollower and the soft green tunic he wore seemed to drape loosely on his frame. His beautiful pale skin contained even less color than before if that were possible, and his sharp eyes betrayed the slightest hint of exhaustion.

She had spent quite a bit of quality time with her alien prince; Caroline knew how carefully he guarded his appearance. If he was showing visible signs of fatigue, then he must have been in a bad way indeed. He was alive yes, but he had been hurt, grievously, and it was all her fault.

"Loki, I am so sorry," she stuttered, taking a step but not daring to approach closer. "I swear, I never meant to hurt you."

An odd look flickered across his face, and she realized that his eyes, which had become open and shining when he looked at her during their time together, were guarded once more. Of course. How could she expect anything else? She had shot him, almost killing him. Their relationship could not be the same.

"Doctor Caroline! You are here!" Thor bounded up to stand next to his brother. "You see Loki, I told you she would not be killed or incarcerated."

"I am relieved to see that you were right for once," Loki's eyes had still not left her face.

"Pierce tried, by Tony insisted on keeping me here," she said, wishing he would open his arms for her but not wanting to presume. "I guess for once the rich having undue influence worked in my favor."

"Ah, well I suppose I owe you thanks then," Loki's voice did not sound particularly friendly.

To her surprise, she found that his eyes turned away from her to gaze improbably to Matt with an open hostility.

"No, Brother, that is not friend Stark," Thor whispered loudly in Loki's ear. "I know it is difficult, as most Midgardian males look the same, particularly the smaller ones. I myself have made similar mistakes in the past."

"Matt Murdock, attorney," Matt said, extending his hand.

Thor shook Matt's hand with enthusiasm, but Loki only looked at it. Matt waited a moment, and then pulled it back with a shrug.

"I take it you are the Asgardians," he said.

"Oh, yes. Matt, this is Loki and Thor. Princes of Asgard," she didn't know what Loki's feelings were for his family at the moment, but he and Thor seemed to be forming a united front.

"Although they are not acting like it at the moment," a female voice dripping with disapproval added.

Caroline tore her eyes away from Loki with an effort to see a tall woman come up to stand beside him. To call her beautiful would be an understatement. Tall and regal with intricately styled red-gold hair, the woman personified grace. Caroline at once felt even more bedraggled in comparison.

"Forgive us, Mother," Thor lowered his head, but Loki kept his green eyes flickering between Caroline and Matt.

Mother. This was Frigga, Loki's mother and Goddess in her own right. Of all the times to be introduced to her, Caroline could not think of a worse one. Not only did she look like a street urchin, but she had committed an act of violence on the other woman's son.

"Your Majesty," she said, dipping her head since there was no way she was going to try a curtsey.

"Ah, so you are Doctor Thorpe," Frigga said, giving Caroline a quick once over that she was sure saw every inch of her.

"I am."

"My son has been anxious to see you. I am pleased to make the acquaintance of one so dear to him, although I could wish the circumstances were different."

"I'm honored."

"You are honored, she is pleased," Loki drawled, looking around the room. "Now that we are done with that, all of the rest of you to go away."

"Loki!" Frigga chastised.

"Very well," Loki said with a melodramatic sigh. "I would very much like for everyone to kindly leave Caroline and I alone. Now. Better?"

"Barely," his mother allowed. "Very well. We will wait in the next room."

Frigga turned and departed with an encouragingly smiling Thor. Matt began to follow, but stopped at the last minute, putting one hand on Caroline's shoulder and looking disconcertingly straight at her.

"You'll be okay?" he asked her.

"Far more than you will be if you keep insisting on touching what you shouldn't," Loki said dangerously.

"I'll be fine," she lied, thinking she was like to combust on the spot.

"I'll be right next door," Matt ignored him. "My hearing is excellent, so just yell if you need me. Loki, it's been educational."

With an ironic twist of his expressive lips, Murdock followed the Asgardian contingent out. Caroline noticed the way Loki's glare tracked him, and she felt a horrible surge of excitement. Surely if he was that unhappy with Matt's attention to her he couldn't have completely written her off.

The door shut, and they were alone. Caroline stared at Loki in exquisite torture as he remained silent. She had hoped and wished for nothing more than to see him again, alive and well. No matter what happened, she would be forever grateful that he had survived the blast she had shot him with. Still, it was hell to be so close to him and not touch him, not assure for herself that he was real and there and whole.

Finally, when she thought she might explode, Loki walked the few short steps and stood looming over her. One of his long, elegant fingers traced the side of her face, and Caroline let out a trembling sigh at the contact. His eyes, hooded and revealing nothing, captured hers and seemed to bore deep inside her soul, looking for something. She would have happily given him anything in that moment, if he had only named. it.

"My love," he said at last.

Just those two words, but Caroline let out a sob nonetheless, throwing herself into him and tightly wrapping her arms around him. Loki smiled, lifting her chin and claiming her mouth for a long, desperately needed kiss that nourished her more than any meal could ever do. He did not hurry, letting his hands explore her body as his tongue did the same to her mouth. It was searching, like his gave had been, giving her the chance to relearn how it felt to be in his embrace. When he finally pulled away, it was to sink down onto the sofa, bringing her down next to him. She felt at home and safe at last after the nightmare of the past days.

"So, you are Caroline," he mused, looking at her. "I am relieved to know what good taste I have."

As she stared at him in shock, Loki burst into manic laughter.

#Loki fic #fan fiction #Loki/ofc #romance #memory loss #post Avengers Assemble #Loki gets therapy #love #angst #smut in previous chapters #Thor #Frigga #Matt Murdock #snarky Loki #Loki has issues #Tesseract #reunion #the course of true love

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The witchling and the god [Loki x Witch!Reader] Chapter 19

Summary: The Avengers were looking for someone to help Loki fit in with the team. To become socially acceptable, so to speak. He had been given the choice of sitting in a cell in Asgard or serving some sort of community service probation on Midgard. The Avengers and Shield both felt that as long as Loki was on Earth, he should be under supervision. This is now your job. Why? Because you’re a witch. You’re not sure why this qualifies you, but here you are, giving it a shot. What could possibly go wrong?

Tags: Witch!Reader, Magic, Witches, slow burn, everybody lives in the tower, character development, Loki‘s redemption, Stephen Strange is a friend, Loki and Stephen are frenemies, Tony Stark is a good bro, kids love Loki, Tony has stupid nicknames for everybody, eventual smut

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Chapter 19: Loki on a mission

Despite the many events in recent years that have brought the planet into turmoil, alien threats from space, attacks from other dimensions or an attempted world domination by third parties are fortunately rather rare.

More and more often, the Avengers are also involved in cases of civil protection and disaster control. In other words, whenever extra helping hands with special skills are needed.

You had a meeting with Tony about your not-job, where you talked about how to proceed with Loki's integration into the team. The Asgardian attended the meeting - since returning from the Lunar Convergence, both of you have become almost inseparable. You were seen almost exclusively together in the compound, but that seems to surprise few. Loki is still reserved in front of the prying eyes of the others, listening rather than talking. But he slowly warms up.

The three of you agree that it’s time for Loki to go on missions with them. Preferably missions that make a good PR. Even the Asgardian no longer has any objections to this.

"By the way, how was the coven?" Tony asks you after you have discussed everything important and he has put a glass from his private supply in front of each of you. "Did you dance naked around a well?"

"Wouldn't that involve being an innocent virgin?" you ask, laughing at this cliché.

Tony tilts his head. "Normally I'd love to deepen that topic but since you came back with Loki," his eyes dart briefly to the Asgardian, who looks rather amused, "and I don't want to know his part in this, I'll pass."

"Your loss," Loki winks with a grin.

Two weeks later, there's the first mission Loki will be on.

"After the hurricane yesterday, there was a landslide in southern Appalachia. Several towns are cut off, one is buried under the landslide," Steve summarizes. "The task is to recover injured people and clean up as much as possible."

All the Avengers present in the tower have been called into a short-notice meeting and are briefed by Cap.

"Sabrina is going to make us some first aid healing potions and send them later," Tony adds. He is sitting near Steve and fiddling with a hologram on his Stark Phone. It's aerial footage of the area.

You yourself are not at the meeting. Tony had called you and you immediately got to work, as the potions took a day and a half to finish. Before you left through the doorway to your cottage, you kissed Loki goodbye and wished him well.

Although the incident is a tragedy, it is the perfect opportunity for Loki to show his face in public.

Clint and Natasha are currently on the road for Shield, but the rest of the Avengers would participate.

"Let's hope we won't face too many casualties." Steve lets his eyes wander around the room. "Suit up and pack everything you need for a week. We take off in an hour."

For the others, it's routine. Most have their gear ready in case there's an impromptu emergency. Loki has everything important he needs in his pocket dimension with him, and does not need to add a lot more for the next few days.

He leaves the suite together with Thor and shortly thereafter the two are seated next to each other on the Quinjet.

"I'll be traveling home soon," Thor tells him. Contrary to his usual manner, his voice is lowered. "I could talk to Father about your exile. I think it is time for it to be lifted."

A little surprised at his words, Loki merely nodded. He remembered his mother's words at the Lunar Convergence, before they parted.

Home is wherever you decide it is. Or whoever.

When Thor had just mentioned home, Loki had not first associated it with Asgard, to his own surprise. He was used to despising his father's decisions - most recently his banishment to Midgard. No time period had been set for his exile, and Loki had assumed that should he ever be allowed to return, he would do so immediately. He had never given a thought to the possibility that he might want to stay on this planet. Voluntarily.

Should the opportunity present itself, would you accompany him? Did he even want to go back to Asgard, back under the strict eyes of his father?

He has a lot to think about. Thor seems to notice this, because perhaps for the very first time, his younger brother has nothing to say, but is silent.

He pats him on the shoulder and gets up to go to Steve.

The movement makes Loki look up. He tears himself away from his thoughts - now he wouldn't come to any solution anyway and it's better to focus them on the task at hand - and lets his eyes wander. The mood among the heroes is relaxed. In his head he still does not pronounce this word without a trace of sarcasm. The irony about the fact that he is now at their side is not lost on him.

The mission holds no real threat, it's about helping the people. To clean up and save what can be saved.

In addition to Thor and Steve Rogers, Bruce Banner is also on board, bringing the muscle of the Hulk. And then there are Tony Stark and Peter Parker. Loki notices that the boy's gaze is on him and he raises an eyebrow. Briefly, he is tempted to change his face to that of his Jötun form and scare the boy. But it's probably not a good idea to intimidate a team member.

Suddenly, Peter walks up to him. Since the boy doesn't live in the tower and is still in his training - which brings many obligations with it - Loki had only ever seen him from afar in the hallway or between meetings. They haven't spoken a word to each other yet.

Peter is changing that now.

"Hello, Mr. Loki, Sir. We haven't had a chance to introduce ourselves yet," he greets the Asgardian politely, but not at all intimidated. Rather, he seems curious.

"You are that spider boy," Loki replies curtly.

"Spider-Man. I've almost graduated from high school. You can call me Peter, though."

Loki merely nods. He's not quite sure what to do with this kid. From his perspective, he's so small, even if he doesn't give a fragile impression. He wonders why by the Norns he seems to draw in Midgardian younglings. It is a mystery to him.

"You can do magic, right? Thor told me about it," Peter continues. "Like Stephen? That's pretty cool. I swing and I’m pretty strong."

"Stephen? Do you mean the Sorcerer Supreme?" It's the one piece of info from the boy's little rant that gets Loki's attention. Peter nods.

"Ah, yes. His stage name is Doctor Strange. Met him a while ago. He got this weird cape. It's kinda alive."

He looks a little puzzled when Loki suddenly starts chuckling. "I like you, Peter."

"Thanks, Mr. Loki, Sir." The boy smiles politely, still not quite sure what the reason for the Asgardian's good mood is. But he is pleased nonetheless.

"Just Loki is fine."

"Alright. My Aunt May always tells me to be polite and not assume that I can address my teammates directly by their first names. I'm a lot younger than everyone else, after all. And Thor and you are like royals from space. Alien princes. Not as scary as the alien queen from that old movie though." Peter happily rambles.

Irritated, because the words coming out of his mouth don't seem to stop, Loki looks at his brother, who catches his glance. But the other Asgardian merely observes the two of them and nods encouragingly at Loki. Loki scolds. This is not helping. His expression only seems to amuse Thor more.

Loki turns his head back to Peter. "Do you ever shut up?" It's not an aggressive, not even an annoyed question, just a serious one. But Peter swallows the rest of what he was going to say and runs his hand through his hair. A little tic of his when he's nervous.

"... Sorry... I'll leave you alone for some Bruce Wayne time." He notices the confused look on the Asgardian's face. "Batman? Always alone and brooding, while listening to Nirvana? I... will just go." With that, the boy turns and hurries away.

Upon arrival, Steve contacts the head of disaster control to get an overview and plan further action. The sky is still dreary and cloudy and there is a light but steady drizzle.

Thor and Peter make themselves instantly useful and help clear one of the larger city streets so that emergency vehicles have better access to it. Tony has brought his Stark's Ark technology to temporarily power the area. The electricity had been knocked out by the disaster, and right now the only backup power here is from a couple of smaller generators. He wanders off to install the system and takes Bruce with him.

So Loki is on his own for the time being. He puts on his hood as a protection against the rain and also moves away from the Quinjet and looks around. Chaos reigns everywhere. The town has been buried under mud. There is too much water for the earth to hold, so there are large puddles and ponds everywhere. A creek that runs along the edge of town has swollen into a small river with a brown slurry. There is dirt and debris everywhere.

Some people are trying to get some work done with shovels, and government-supplied excavators are being unloaded.

Not a single house seems to have been spared, they all show different levels of destruction. Some have only had the first floor hit, with mud going in through the door or a broken window. Walls are crushed, roofs uncovered, trees fallen. Vehicles that were not stored in the garages are lying in the middle of the street or in former front yards, sometimes upside down. So are garden furniture, barbecues, fences. Most of it isn’t usable anymore.

Small task forces are already blazing trails into the ruins in search of survivors. The catastrophe was barely twenty-four hours ago. There is still hope. But they must proceed with caution, because some of the buildings are in danger of collapse. The water has softened the walls and floors and turned them into dangerous terrain.

Tents have been erected wherever the ground is firm enough to allow it. That's where disaster control has set up camp. People are being fed. Most of the residents have already been placed in emergency shelters in the next district. Volunteers from there have arrived to lend a hand with the work. And then there are those residents who are too stubborn to leave. When you lose everything you own, you don't necessarily want to be sent away from home, too.

Loki notices the beginning of order. But it's still not enough to lift minds. Not by a long shot. There is mourning for what has been lost, despair, resignation. Pure willpower to get through even this incident. Determination.

Loki knows these feelings, they are familiar to him. Albeit in a different way.

After only a few steps, his boots are muddy. Probably at least one person would start a discussion with Thor why he didn't prevent the hurricane. But Thor is not the god of weather. That's Freyr.

An older lady is arguing with two responders in reflective vests. Their faces are all hidden under the hoods of their rain jackets, but Loki hears their voices as he teleports onto an overturned SUV to get a better view.

"...Please, you have to get him out of there."

"We have to wait for the big machines, ma'am," one responder replies, and the other adds, "Go back to the shelters. We'll do our best."

One of the men points toward the tents and brooks no further argument. With drooping shoulders, the woman turns and leaves. She pulls her coat tighter around her shoulders. The cold and wetness eats through the clothing the longer she moves in it.

She passes near Loki and sees him standing on the car. She hesitates, but is desperate enough to try her luck.

"Excuse me," she addresses him and Loki turns, looking down at her. "Are you one of the heroes who were supposed to arrive? Please help me find my son Tyler."

"I am not..." he begins, as she raises her hands pleadingly.

"Please, I'm begging you."

It is absurd. If Loki had been in this situation five years ago, one year ago – him standing tall, a person at his feet, begging - he would have laughed and savored the moment to the last drop. It would have been his highlight of the day. And he would have thought twice about being merciful. Or if it was beneath him to even answer this prayer.

Now he merely nods and slides down to stand next to her.

"Where did you see him last?"

"He was in the house when the disaster happened. It's back there." She points down a side street that is completely flooded with mud. Disaster control hasn't gotten to it yet. "He wasn't with the rescued, so he must still be there. Please, I'm worried about him. He lives alone."

She’s an elderly woman. On a sunny, good day, she probably would have looked younger, but today the lines in her face deepen from the worry for her son.

"I'll do my best."

The Asgardian sets off. The mud is three feet high and not yet dry enough to walk on, which is why Loki climbs onto a piece of debris peeking out from the dirt and from there jumps onto the underside of a vehicle within reach that the storm has overturned. Thus he moves forward in a zig-zag pattern, teleporting a bit at a time when he can't find a suitable surface nearby.

The mud and the floods have also pushed up the sewage, and it stinks.

The house the old woman showed him has not been affected by the landslide from the mountain, but the mud has pushed a vehicle through the wall on the first floor and some windows are broken. Also, a tree in the front yard is leaning, but that's probably the least of their worries at this point.

The front door barely hangs on its hinges. Loki kicks it hard once to clear the way, and it falls over.

The mud has also found its way into the house, though not as high as outside. Some of the furniture has toppled over, including the refrigerator in the adjacent kitchen, and its contents have spread across the floor. Soon rats and raccoons will be all over it.

If the woman's son - Tyler recalls Loki his name - is smart, he had retreated to the upstairs during the flood. The Asgardian looks at the wooden staircase, which looks sodden and very unstable. He decides not to risk it and teleports.

"Tyler?" he calls as he looks around upstairs. It's not quite as much of a mess as downstairs, but parts of the roof are uncovered, letting in the rain. Loki isn't familiar with Midgard's architecture, but he doubts anything can be salvaged from this house.

In the bedroom, he finds a man lying unconscious on the floor. Above him is a hole in the roof. Either he was hit by a falling part or he tried to climb out and fell.

Loki puts two fingers to his neck and is glad to find a pulse. But the young man is far too cold. Who knows how long he has been laying here. Without further ado, Loki picks him up and looks through the cracked window over to the paramedic’s tent.

The next moment he is standing between them. The medics are startled by his sudden appearance and jump apart, and someone lets out a scream. But then they see the patient in Loki's arms and they jump into action, taking the man from Loki.

Shortly after, the relieved mother also appears in the tent, but Loki has already moved on.

He passes Peter, who lifts a fallen wall of the house, which is otherwise still almost in one piece, and pushes it over his head. It's impressive how strong the boy is. He doesn't even struggle a bit with the weight, merely with the unevenly distributed weight.

The wall cracks and a piece threatens to break. Loki raises an arm and uses magic to fix it. Together they lift the wall, leaning it against what's left of the house. Beneath it, the rubble of the front yard emerges.

"Thanks, Loki." Peter is wearing his Spider-Man suit and mask, so Loki can't see his face. He merely nods in reply and then helps the boy clear away more small pieces of debris.

The further they fight through the dirt, the more objects appear that had been washed out of the houses. Everything that merely needs to be cleaned up and is otherwise not broken is collected in a spot near the tents.

Peter and Loki probably find the most usable things of all. Peter because he goes out of his way to salvage things and Loki because he secretly fixes some things that seem important with magic.

Late in the evening, the Avengers gather at the Quinjet for a meal. The sun is setting, but thanks to Tony there is improved emergency power and outside some floodlights could be set up.

Inside the jet itself, they are supplied with everything they need. It’s warm and there are bunk beds for everyone.

"Good job so far." Steve enters the jet last. He comes straight from another meeting with the head of disaster control and has worked out a plan with him for the next few days so that everyone can be deployed to the best of their ability. "Make sure you guys get enough sleep. Tomorrow we'll start early."

Loki turns his face to his brother and Thor catches his gaze and tilts his head questioningly. Loki replies with a brief nod and the matter is settled between the two brothers. Asgardians need far less sleep than ordinary humans. As the others gradually settle down to sleep, they leave the jet and continue to work for much of the night.

There are also some humans on duty, but far fewer than during the day. Because despite the lights set up, it's dangerous. For normal mortals.

But the two gods roll up their sleeves and work their way through the chaos.

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Loki and Peter are my second favorite unexpected friendship duo in this story. Peter with his Gen Z humor and memes and Loki being confused by it.

Peter: “Mister Doctor Strange, Sir.” Strange: “Please, we saved the world New York together. No need to call me Sir.” Peter: “Okay then, Stephen.” Loki: laughing “This boy, I like him.” Strange: is having an aneurysm

Also, I started writing this story as a regular Loki/Reader story, but it became more of a story of Loki’s character development in the second half. I won’t apologize for that.

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