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sarahscribbles · 11 months

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fluff is everything, therefore:

I've been entertaining this idea for a very long time. Loki is a heavily touch deprived boy who needs all the affection in the world.

Now I desperately need a small drabble, doesn't even have to be long, of reader just...taking care of him. Calling him "angel" and watching him lose his MIND because no one's ever called him that before?? Reader making him food and looking after him when he's sick and just.....a small drabble. A cute little thing of just....Loki being loved

Because we all know the man needs it.

Anyway, mwah, hope this helps the writing juices flow :)

I hope this is what you had in mind, my darling! I know it's not the best!

𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐆𝐨𝐝𝐬 𝐆𝐞𝐭 𝐒𝐢𝐜𝐤

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐬 𝐚 𝐬𝐮𝐝𝐝𝐞𝐧 𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐫 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐝

𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: 𝐅𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝐋𝐨𝐤𝐢 𝐱 𝐆𝐍!𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 𝟏𝐤

𝐋𝐨𝐤𝐢 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

The dull clink of ceramic on wood makes you wince and freeze almost comically in place by the side of the bed. Barely daring to breathe, your worried eyes snap towards the god currently buried between tousled viridian bedsheets.

He doesn’t stir.

You release a slow, quiet breath, relieved that Loki is still sleeping so soundly, despite his earlier protestations that he was completely fine. He’s far from fine, that you’re certain of. You’ve watched how the summer cold he’s come down with has chipped away at him over the past few days, zapping his energy quicker and more thoroughly than he’ll ever admit. He refuses to let that mask of invincibility slip for even a second.

“Gods don’t get sick, darling,” he had said, though you could see the sluggishness that had crept into his usual elegant movements, along with the deep weariness that had settled in his eyes.

One hour later you found him sleeping like the dead.

He looks so utterly at peace that your heart swells with love for him, and with the familiar realisation that he’s yours. This beautiful man who has survived tortures your mind can’t even conceive of is yours. It’s something that almost has you weep. Out of all the people on this planet - of all the beings in the entire cosmos - it’s you that gets to love him, and you’ll never take that for granted.

It’s impossible to tear your eyes off him as he sleeps. Still a villain to most of the world, yet he’s curled on his side in your bed with tousled hair and pink stained cheeks. You can see the bedsheets shifting with the steady rise and fall of his chest, as well as the way his arm is stretched out towards your side of the bed, as though, even lost to his dreams, his body still searches for yours.

The man is your entire heart and more, and it’s moments like these you wish you could bottle.

Your hand floats to his face before you can help yourself. It’s warmer than usual and still smooth beneath your gentle touch that pushes a stray curl back behind his ear. You swear you hear his breathing shift, almost like he knows you’re there.

You never tire of this - watching him sleep. To have him sleep so soundly in your presence, to have him know with such unwavering certainty that you wouldn’t dream of hurting him, feels like a blessing from the gods.

He trusts you - completely and wholeheartedly - and it’s one of the greatest gifts he could ever give you.

His hair is silken beneath your touch and errant strands wrap loosely around your fingers as you bend down to kiss his temple. It’s barely more than a butterfly kiss, but you can’t help but let your lips linger briefly against his skin. You only wish it was enough to free him from the clutches of his cold.

The backs of your fingers brush softly over his cheek and you make to leave and let him rest, but you’ve barely pulled away when he grabs your wrist in a loose grip.

“Stay,” Loki says, his voice groggy and congested. “Please.”

His eyes are flickering open, but it’s clear that he’s still wading through sleep. He looks so vulnerable and exhausted and sick that suddenly any plans you had for the rest of the day are unimportant. You can’t deny this man anything.

Easily, you climb into the bed beside him, resting your back against the headboard and opening your arms to him. “Come here, my love,” you tell him gently.

He wastes no time in shifting beneath the sheets until his legs are tangled with yours and his head is resting heavily on your stomach. He grips you like he’s been starved of your touch, like you’re the one thing tying him to Earth. You can feel the unspoken plea in the way he’s holding you, the “please don’t leave me” that’s burning into your skin.

You hope he knows that wild horses couldn’t drag you away from him.

Wrapping an arm around his shoulders, you stretch down to kiss the top of his head and intertwine your fingers with his. His hand locks around yours greedily, as though he can’t get enough of your touch.

It’s fine with you, though, because you can never get enough of him.

You begin to stroke his hair, so softly that you’re barely even touching him, but you can still hear his soft sigh of contentment. “Feeling better?” you ask softly, running your thumb along his knuckles.

“No,” he croaks, attempting to twist himself tighter around you. “I fear this may be something worse than one of your silly Midgardian maladies.”

You can’t help but smile. Your drama queen of a god is still in there. “Hmm, I think you might be right. I should probably let Tony know I’ll be out for the next few days to take care of you. I can’t risk my beautiful boy succumbing to a dangerous alien bug.”

Loki doesn’t move, but you can almost feel the smile that mirrors your own growing across his face. “You can’t,” he murmurs, his voice slightly muffled by how far he’s nuzzled into your stomach.

He lapses into silence and you take the opportunity to pull him closer. He’s solid in your arms - solid and alive and everything you never knew you were looking for. He’s your sun and your moon and all your stars, and you can’t imagine your life without him.

Wordlessly, you stretch to place another kiss to his head, not missing how he hums at your touch. “I adore you, you beautiful man. You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me.”

He pulls your hand to his lips to kiss your knuckles in reply. It’s so soft and so innocent that you’re struck again by how you would burn down worlds for him.

Not five minutes later, his breathing turns even and heavy. He’s fast asleep, head still resting on your stomach and hand still gripping yours.

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five-miles-over · 6 months

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Tom Hiddleston Characters Masterlist

updated January 26, 2024

Multiple Character Headcanons/Listicles

• Tom Hiddleston Characters as Desserts

• How Tom Hiddleston Characters Would Spend the Winter Holidays

• Tom Hiddleston Characters: How They Act When They Have a Crush (on You)

• Tom Hiddleston Characters on Their Wedding Day (to You)

• Tom Hiddleston Characters: How They Would Propose (to You)

• Tom Hiddleston Characters Celebrating the New Year (With You)

Bill Hazeldine from Suburban Shootout

• She’s a Lady and I am Just a Boy: On the first day of taking ‘Fundamentals of Shakespeare’ at university, Bill Hazeldine finds himself developing a serious crush on you, his drama professor.

• Champagne for My Real Friends, Real Pain for My Sham Friends: A first-year medical student at the University of Surrey, you move into a uni house and meet your new flatmates Bill Hazeldine and Rory Slippery (College AU, crossover with Rory Slippery from Fortysomething)

Caius Marcius Coriolanus from Coriolanus

I’ve Decided, I Will Not Let Your Shadow Separate From Me: After being elected the consul, Coriolanus receives many things - sleepless nights, pointless riots from the lower-class citizens, and you, his new personal slave. While the sleep deprivation and the noise from the plebeians annoy him to no end, he finds himself obsessed with you. (Yandere)

The One That I Desire: A general must always be in control, according to General Caius Marcius Coriolanus . But there often comes a time when even the most powerful general falls to temptation. And for Coriolanus, that temptation is you.

Henry V/Prince Hal from The Hollow Crown

• Fairytale: While riding upon your horse in the woods, you come across a stranger with a silver tongue and golden curls. And he calls himself “Hal”. (Basically a meet-cute with fluff.)

• You Will Be Mine : The prince of England quickly becomes obsessed with you, a servant brought to his chambers to serve him breakfast. And there is nothing that will stop him from claiming you as his. (Yandere)

• First Time In London: Three days into your new life in London, you find yourself in a café after one of the dreariest mornings ever. Standing behind you in line is none other than Henry Plantagenet, a handsome gentleman with a zest for life and a romantic outlook that feels too good to be real. (Modern AU)

Jonathan Pine from The Night Manager

•So Much More: While holidaying in Switzerland at the Hotel Meister, you find yourself constantly being stood up by each and everyone you meet. And each time, the night manager Jonathan Pine is there to comfort you after delivering the bad news. But it’s really just part of the job…right?

• The Forbidden Room: Part One, Part Two : During a late night alone in the lobby of the Hotel Meister, you - a student at the University of Zurich - meet the charming night manager Mr.Jonathan Pine. And what starts out as simply two strangers getting to know each other turns into something more when Pine shows you a secret part of the hotel.

• My Dearest Diamond : After nearly two years of working for MI-6, Jonathan tried to get in touch with you, the girl who stole his heart when he worked at Hotel Meister. For three weeks, the two of you rekindled your love via handwritten letters, until you booked a five-day trip to London to see him.

As he prepares to make this holiday special for you, Jonathan reflects on his relationship with you…and carries out one last errand before you land.

Robert Laing from High-Rise

• Being Married to Robert Laing would Include...

Loki of Asgard from the Marvel Cinematic Universe

• Heaven Help the Fool Who Falls in Love: You, a lady-in-waiting of Asgard’s Queen Frigga, and Prince Loki have been inseparable for years. What started with a mere look becomes something more precious. (Fluff)

• A Better King: While shopping with Thor in Mumbai (to kill time while Tony Stark is busy with a meeting), Loki learns about the “king” of Bollywood…and decides that he himself could be a better king.

• Take All of Me: Loki takes great delight in “ruining” his innocent, shy girlfriend for the first time (corruption kink, smut)

• Dandelions: Having heard stories about the Norse god of mischief, you find yourself falling in love with Loki despite having never met him. Out of devotion, you prepare offerings that you think he would like, and find ways to express the way you feel. Little do you know that your feelings are not unrequited.

• Beauty is Where You Find It: A journalist for a New York magazine in September of 2012, you come across the opportunity to do an interview from an icon in the fashion industry. Your subject? A rising supermodel from Wimbledon with icy blue eyes and jet-black curls named Loki Laufeyson.

• They’ll Call Your Crimes a Work of Art: A journalist for a small magazine in New York, you’ve been assigned to write a piece about the recent attacks led by Loki. So, you have a look at Loki himself to get your own perspective.

• Little Darling: Living with the God of Mischief in London comes with finding many surprises, and one of those surprises happens to be a four-year-old named Tom Hiddleston.

THE PHANTOM OF ASGARD (THOR: THE DARK WORLD LOKI X READER)

Rumors say that a phantom haunts the darkest hall in the royal palace of Asgard, but is he truly as dangerous as the people of Asgard claim he is?

Part One

Part Two

FOR ALL TIME, IT WAS ALWAYS YOU (TVA LOKI X WIFE!READER)

Imagine waking up in an alternate reality where you and Loki are a newlywed couple living in the suburbs...and everything seems a little too good to be true. (inspired by Wandavision)

Part One

Part Two: Mrs. Laufeyson

Part Three: Happy to Keep His Dinner Warm

Part Four: Kitty Makes Three

THE AGE OF LOKI (LOKI X READER X PROFESSOR HIDDLESTON)

For his second year teaching at Oxford’s English department, Professor Hiddleston hires you to be his first-ever teaching assistant. One night while working late, he shows you the newest addition to his poetry class’s syllabus: the Lokasenna, a poem centered on the Norse god of mischief…and accidentally summons the trickster god himself.

Part One

Part Two

Part Three

Part Four

IF YOU LET ME, I CAN MAKE ANOTHER WORLD FOR US (LOKI x POWERFUL!READER)

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Jaguar Villain Hiddleston from the Good to Be Bad Campaign

• All I Worship and Adore: For a long time, Tom has admired you, an innocent woman, from afar...until one day, he makes his affections known to you. And this time, he won’t take no for an answer (Yandere)

• Your Remedy - He may be one of the most powerful and feared man in London, a terrifying villain to the outside world, but when you’re sick with a cold, your paramour Thomas spends the entire evening by your side taking care of you.

• SFW Alphabet - Jaguar Villain!Tom Hiddleston

YOU'RE NEVER LEAVING (JAGUAR!HIDDLESTON X READER)

You, a budding journalist, have the opportunity of a lifetime to interview the feared and revered Mr. Hiddleston, the CEO of Imperial Pharmaceuticals, Britain’s leading drug manufacturing company. What happens when a few mistakes lead you into the jaws of the wolf, working for the man himself?

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Miscellaneous Hiddleston AUs

• AU: Tom Hiddleston as the Prince of Scotland

• Lessons from the Viscount (Viscount!Hiddleston x Reader, Reader x William Buxton, Reader x John Plumptre): As a debutante in the Regency era, you attend your first etiquette class, along with the other boys and girls of London’s upper crust. Heading the class is the charismatic Viscount Hiddleston, rumored to be a former Shakespearean actor who returned to London to look after his familal estate. And it isn’t long before he takes a liking to you.

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charliehoennam · 8 months

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SFW Alphabet - Detective David Loki

This is kinda long, but i love him your honor s/o for the list template

SHARING IS CARING, SO PLEASE REBLOG

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

- It would take a lot to get to that point since he’s mostly been a loner/outcast;

- There’s definitely a facet of him that craves affection since he’s been shown it so little growing up. He didn’t have much of it, so it’s rare and usually psychologically related to basic human needs like

- Making the most minimal noise when he has to get up earlier than you and you’re still asleep. Having been deprived of it in his tough childhood, he knows how sweet sleep can be and wants you to relish in it even though he can’t;

- Giving food is his love language

- He’ll surprise you by bringing home your favorite sweet from your favorite bakery if he knows you had a bad day

- He’ll be nonchalant about it too (even though you know for a fact he went out of his way to get it because it’s on the other side of town)

- “I was picking up some lab results and figured I’d stop by. It was on the way back”

- No, it was not, but that’s ok because you know he’s as lowkey like his name

- He’s not big on PDA, he’s just not wired that way

- Not because he hates it, more like because he’s insecure of it

- He didn’t have great examples of it growing up. His dad was abusive in the few years he lived with his family before he was sent to Huntington’s Boys Home after his teacher called CPS when he showed up at school with cigarette burns

- He’s naturally alert because of his job. It’s a sixth sense he’s developed overtime, so he’ll hold your hand when you’re crossing the street and brings you to the side where cars aren’t approaching from in case of accidents, keep you on the inside part of the sidewalk further from the road, maybe a hand around your waist or on the small of your back or on your thigh in the car

- it’s minimal but present in public (unless he’s jealous of someone)

- He’s very affectionate with you though in private

- He likes the closeness, even if it’s just sitting on the couch, going through his files or paperwork while you do your nails or something

B = Best friend (what would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

- He’s not the most sociable person, so I wouldn’t expect him to show up to every party or get-together

- He meets up for a beer/coffee to keep in touch from time to time

- He’s a good friend, great to talk to and very understanding although his tick will sorta give him away when you’re oversharing

- He won’t admit it, he’ll let you go on because he knows you need it and he’s okay with that because you’re not just anyone

- He doesn’t have many friends after all

- He’s just not the best at giving advices so he feels uncomfortable knowing that he’s not much help

- You probably go way back because making new friends gets harder as you get older and he’s not very social

- You met at a pizza place where you worked at together back in high school

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? how would they cuddle)

- He fucking loves them

- Will not admit it because he’s lived without them for a long time, but that’s also why he fucking loves them

- He hates how vulnerable they make him feel but enjoys that he can finally feel that

- He never had many chances to let himself be vulnerable

- He’s the protector and not usually the protected so it feels nice to let his guard down but it does scare him a bit

- Being the big spoon indulges his natural masculine instinct, but if you hold him (either being the big spoon for him or letting him rest his head on your chest with your arms around you) he will cry inside

- That will most likely happen when he’s had long days working on troubling cases

- They take a mental toll on him, especially child-related cases

- Also, I personally believe he’s got a couple mommy issues

- She left his dad when he was young

- As an adult, he can understand why she left but there’s definitely a longing for warmth (emotionally) that he forced himself to bury deep down

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

Cleanliness

- His cleaning is on point

- He doesn’t have OCD, but he’s a bit of a neat freak

- He’s not anal about where the toothpaste is left, just as long as its’ cap is on if that makes sense?

- He doesn’t like leaving things to do later unless he absolute has to (thank you, traumatic childhood)

- He likes to do the dishes right after dinner

- His job doesn’t allow him a lot of time to clean his home, so he hires someone to clean like once every two weeks

- It’s a lot easier but he maintains the cleanliness quite well

- He’s really good at ironing in emergencies too

- He irons his uniforms for work but he hates it (and he hates wearing them so he’ll only wear them if he really has to)

- He barely has time and mental sanity to sleep, let alone iron clothes

- If he has to wear them for work, it’s hello dry-cleaning

- The neat freakiness doubles at work

- He does not like others rearranging his stuff, using his mug

- “Hey, man. Sorry to sound like a dick, but that’s my mug. Y/N got me that ‘detective of the year’ mug for my birthday and it’s kinda special”

-He won’t be explosive if someone borrows a pen without asking, but don’t touch the man’s files. this is critical. He just likes to know where his shit is

- his time in the boy's home definitely disciplined him to always have his bed made, keep his things neat and minimal

- he probably has like one nice cologne, one deodorant and his usual hair gel on the sink of his bathroom

- he doesn’t have much and he’s okay with that

- having too many options seemed a little extra to him, but as you gift him with bath sets and shaving kits, he starts to warm up to the “ treat yo self” idea a lil bit (he’s learning and it’s a process. he’s getting there ok)

Cooking

- He’s not the best at cooking

-He barely had food in his fridge when you’d met and he lived on take out

- He didn’t really care much about taste or nutrition, only that it made his stomach stop growling and eliminated the headache creeping in because that was the only time he actually remembered to eat

- Has the weirdest combinations of sandwiches like mayo with peanut butter and cheddar

- After he met you, he genuinely started giving it more effort

- Don’t expect anything fancy

- His dishes are comfort and casual, but overall tasty

- Pasta dishes are his best because they’re quick and easy to make

- He secretly wants to learn how to make homemade pasta but he gets overwhelmed just reading the recipes and happily settles for storebought

- He did try once to impress you on valentine’s day

-It was very romantic, you had wine and cooked together but the pasta was terrible so you happily resorted to pizza.

Does he want to settle down?

- uhm the idea scared him to death

- It reminds him of his own upbringing and he despised his dad

- He doesn’t want to become him but he also wants a chance to have a real family

- It’s an internal conflict

- If he does have a child, it’s certainly not planned

- He’s always envied other kids who had that traditional white Christmas and thanksgiving family dinners, so he does get excited about getting to have that

- He’s been so used to being on his own, it’s been his comfort zone and he didn’t mind it until the baby surprised everyone

- Scared shitless and contemplates disappearing, but he doesn’t wanna be a deadbeat like his dad

- Warms up to the idea that he has the opportunity to be different and everything his dad wasn’t

- Gets secretly excited about creating traditions

- He doesn’t hate the holidays as much as before and gets into the spirit a little

- Buys a garland for his door near Christmas, a couple fake pumpkins on Halloween for the porch

- The mini Christmas tree you put up and decorated together on your first Christmas together is a huge step up already

- After meeting you, he’s slowly warming up to the idea of settling down because he finally feels safe

- proud pushover dad

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

- His job means everything to him

- Being able to protect means being able to provide what he didn’t have as a child, so it’s very personal

- He hasn’t had many serious relationships; most were just flings with no strings attached to make things easy

- The first time you broke up was after a fight on his absence and priorities

- He can be very impatient when frustrated

- He brought it up first and very heatedly suggested to just end things to make easier on both of you

- But he felt your absence more than he expected to and regretted his words every time he’d come home and not find you there

- It made him realize that he was in deep shit and loved you more than he thought, so he came running back to you with flowers and the shyest but the sincerest apology

- “I know I fucked up. What I said was stupid. I was stupid. It was in the heat of the moment and I’m sorry. It’s no excuse, but I need you to know that for the longest time, it’s been just me and that was what I knew. But I need you. I need you back. And it’s fine if you don’t want to, I can accept that. I just need you to know that I’m willing to change. I just need you to understand that this is new to me, having someone... I am trying. It might not happen overnight, but I-I’ll get there”

- His eyes were blinking hard the whole time and he couldn’t barely look at you due to the guilt

- Homeboy was hurting but he’s a rock, or at least he feels he needs to pretend to be

F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

- He has spent years running from it

- Flings were much easier because no attachment = no hurt

- You started off a fling, it was super casual just meeting for beers or coffee and always ending in sex

- There was a pull that kept leading him to your place after his shifts and it just kept going

- Being with you soon became the easiest and nicest part of his day

- It scared him so he distanced himself a bit

- It confused the fuck outta you so you confronted him about it since you’d felt like you’d done something wrong

- “You’re everything that’s right and I don’t know what to do. I never had someone so good and I’m scared you’ll realize you deserve better”

- It hurt to know that he didn’t think he was good enough for you, but you respected his timing and kept things casual until he was ready to take it to the next level and he couldn’t be more grateful to have some as patient and comprehensive as you

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

- I wouldn’t say he’s gentle, but he’s definitely a little soft-spoken and more attentive around you

- He does not want to disrespect you in the slightest

- He loved his mom more than anything

- He saw her suffer in his father’s hands and he never wants to make his partner fear him

- The first time you kissed, he asked for your permission. The first time he took your top off, he asked for permission.

- After you became more familiar, he didn’t ask for it verbally

- It would be in the form of him gently tugging on your top or pants or staring at your lips

- He definitely has game and was a huge flirt tho

- In arguments or stressful situations, he can be hot-headed due to his temper

- He’s not violent and you’ve never felt unsafe around him

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

- Physical affection is not his main love language

- The first would be quality time, the second is acts of service. Physical affection would probably be third

- He doesn’t hate hugs, he just doesn’t allow himself to be constantly emotionally vulnerable and won’t accept them from just anyone (only you)

- But when he’s had a long day or is working a disturbing case, he will seek you out and hug you in silence for a long moment

- He loves it when you notice he’s not ok and wrap your arms around him, cradling his head against your chest or your stomach

- A couple of very painful cases that he will carry with him for the rest of his life have broken him down to the point where just your warm hug made him cry

- It was silent for the rest of the night but you did not leave him

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)

- Ohhhhhh you thought he’d never say it

- You’d said it before well into your relationship and said it was okay if he didn’t say it back

- You just wanted him to know that he was loved

- It took him forever to build the courage because he was so afraid getting comfortable and then not having you around anymore after that, so in his head, your absence wouldn’t hurt as much if he hadn’t said it

- His emotional guard was sky-high up

- He’d overheard you unintentionally on the phone talking to a close friend about it and how scared you were for maybe jumping the gun or scaring him off

- He hated that it made you self-conscious because he did love you

- Weeks after hearing your conversation, he crawled into bed after a long day unsure if you were asleep and he just whispered it, followed with a peck on the back of your head

- You wanted to squeal with happiness, but he was so subtle about it and you didn’t want to overwhelm him

- You smiled softly as you turned your head to look back at him and kissed him tenderly before snuggling up to rest

- Mad sex ensued the following morning

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

- It’s funny because he’s mature enough to understand that you are attractive and that means people will obviously look, but he will not, for the love of all that is sacred, admit that he’s jealous

- Expect snarky remarks

- “Maybe you should ask your new pal at work, I’m sure he’d know”

- If this person is nearby like the time the cashier at the local grocery store kept checking you out, he will scare stare them down – tick blinking in effect – and get instinctively defensive

- “Are you alright? Do you have a problem?”

- If it’s a co-worker, he will make the effort of picking you up some days of the weeks to make his presence known, even if he has to drop you off at home and go back to the station

- He will have his badge and gun exposed on his hip as he purposely waits for you outside the car

- It’s purely strategically to intimidate

- But if someone disrespects you, he will get physical (police brutality warning)

- Might arrest them for harassment

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?) (WARNING: gets a lil hot here)

- Really depends on the moment

- If you’re going at it, he will kiss you hungrily and it’s why he loves missionary

- They’re not sloppy kisses, he’s really good at it and enjoys the feeling of his lips molding against yours

- If he’s working his pace up, they will be on your neck or shoulder

- Aside from that, they’re usually just small pecks

-Always before he leaves

- If you’re asleep in bed, it’s on your head

- Getting dressed for work? Making breakfast? Walking to your car? There’s always a goodbye peck

- He will not leave without it and he will assume you’re mad at him about something if you leave him hanging

- He looooooves to be kissed on the forehead

- He's almost never been kissed there but they make him feel so safe, loved and appreciated and he tears up a little bit

- Rubs his eyes to hide it

- Chest kisses and back kisses are very appreciated too, especially if you’re cuddling

- He will melt like cotton candy in water

L = Little ones (How are they around children?

- He is adequately awkward around them lmao

- It’s not that he doesn’t like kids, he has not been around them enough to know how to act

- He gets self-conscious

- Treats them like they’re mini-adults when his co-workers bring their kids to work

- “Tough day, huh, kid? How about another round of Nesquik?”

- Teaches them how to identify a real or fake badge for future safety purposes

- Babies are his nightmare, but he learns how to deal with them quick when you teach him and that little human has him wrapped around their tiny fingers upon first sight

- Will absolutely teach his children how to use and shoot a gun

- He’ll be damned if his kids aren’t taught how to defend themselves

- “Ballet? No, let’s get her into Judo or Muay Thai”

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

- They are rare unfortunately

- Sometimes, he’s coming home in the morning when you’re getting ready for work

- It’s kinda good because you can at least have breakfast together before you leave and he crashes for sleep

- If his phone rings before he’s up, you already know he’s gotta go so you’ll get up to put on some coffee for him as he gets ready

- You wish he could have more opportunities to sleep in

- You appreciate every second of the morning when you do get to be together

- He’ll make jokes as he shaves and you brush your teeth

- His bathroom is not big enough for two people at the same time, but you both kinda like the lack of space

- He is not shy

- Will absolutely use the toilet even if you’re in the shower and does not mind if you do the same, although he will tease you for it

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)

- They’re not much different from the mornings

- Sometimes, he’s leaving for work as you’re coming home

- But more often than not, he’s home at night and sometimes he’s late

- His favorite days are when he comes home early, in time for dinner or in time to actually help make dinner

- He kinda likes cooking now but doesn’t get too adventurous to avoid wasting food

- If you’re home together, it’s a pretty cozy night

- Watch some TV together, cuddle on the couch and talk about your days

- it's the simple small things that mean the most

Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

- This man makes peeling onions with a spoon look easy

- Layers upon layers upon layers

- He’s not used to opening up about anything

- He started slowly when he first realized how important you were to him

- Didn’t talk about his family until during your wedding planning inn the engagement phase and it still caused a fight

- You pressed him to do so and he got angry because he doesn’t like talking about his asshole of a father or his mom walking out

- It’s too emotional and he didn’t really work that shit out in him yet, just kinda put it in a locked box on a shelf and left it in the back of his mind

- It’s a lot to unpack and he hadn’t spoken about it in decades

- He didn't just cry that night, he sobbed

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

- Are you serious? The man has resting bitch face syndrome

- His frown is his standard

- He kinda reminded you of the old man from Up

- He has patience, but nothing lasts forever and he’s only a man

- Before he met you, he didn’t have much of it

- After he met you, he’s learned to have a little more

- Just the fact that he acknowledges that he had so little of it is already a major step up

- He tries, ok?

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

- EVERY. SINGLE. DETAIL

- His memory is the fucking best

- Dates, habits, preferences

- It kinda gets on your nerves sometimes because he’ll also remember that you ate the last piece of his favorite cheesecake and tried to hide it

- Or that you already watched the new episode of the series you’re watching together on Netflix

- He’s not a child about it, but he likes to wait and see how long it’d take you to confess it just for fun, dropping hints here and there

- But you always get flowers sent to you on your birthday and on special holidays and everyone at work envies you for it

R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

- Oh he has quite a few

- But it’s probably the first getaway trip you had

- He’d finished the paperwork and bureaucratic process of court dates the Dover-Birch case and you suggested taking a weekend off to spend at a lakeside inn in the country

- The drive there was his favorite moment as you sang along to your favorite songs

- Despite mocking you for knowing all the words to “I Want It That Way” by Backstreet Boys, he joined in and surprised you by knowing all the words too

- You were so excited about it and the whole experience made his heart melt

- It was a really nice bonding moment that he’d never really had

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

- He knows you can take care of yourself, so he’s not obsessive about it. He’s just seen a lot of shit from his cases, so he does worry

- Asks you to call him when you get home just to make sure you’re safe and worries when you don’t

- He knows you well so he can easily pick up on when you’re uncomfortable

- Won’t make a huge scene, but he will remove you from the situation if you can’t like if you’re at a dinner party and someone’s annoying you but you don't wanna be impolite (yes, he keeps his eyes on you just to make sure you're safe)

- If it’s a physical situation, like you’re at a gas station and someone angrily or drunkenly starts squaring up at you, he stays calm but immediately goes into cop mode to handle the situation and puts himself in the middle to shield you

- “Call the station and ask for a patrol car. Stay in the car with the keys no matter what. Do not get out, and drive away if you have to.”

- His instinct is to be a first responder, so he’ll handle it accordingly with procedure

- Since he’s usually doing the protecting, there aren’t many opportunities for him to be protected

- What he does admire though is how you protectively reach out over him if you’re driving and have to slam on the brakes unexpectedly to hold him back

- Or when you speak up for him like that one time his dish came with a hair in it at a restaurant

- He’d eaten worse as a kid, so he would’ve just taken it out and eaten the food

- But you didn’t let him and said it was unacceptable and politely asked the waiter for another

- He loves that you don’t let people take advantage of him

- He also loves it when girls notice his badge and flirt with him

- Like him, you know that he’s attractive and you trust him

- He doesn’t let it go on and makes it obvious that he’s not interested, but he likes knowing that you want him for yourself

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

- Previous to your relationship, he didn’t try at all

- But now, he feels guilty that he can’t be home all the time and can’t make it to special events

- So he does his best to make for it

- If he couldn’t celebrate Valentine’s day with you, he’ll take you out to a nice place when he’s free

- He never forgets your anniversaries, but his job is demanding and you gotta understand that to be with him

- He’ll get you gifts and have flowers sent to make you know that he didn’t forget

- As soon as he gets the chance to be with you, he’ll make it up

- As for everyday tasks, he tries his best

- If you drink coffee, he’ll leave the pot on to keep it warm for you

- He’ll make dinner beforehand if he has night shifts and leave you a plate wrapped in cellophane to keep it fresh for you to heat up when you get home

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

- Everyone’s got theirs and David is no different

- His number one bad habit undereating or just not taking care of himself when stressed. That involves not getting enough food and rest

- It just makes him even more stressed and naturally more prone to anger, which means his patience wears thin and it sometimes leads to arguments

- He brings his work home and will get very upset if you touch or go through his files because he doesn’t want you to see the shit he has to see

- Procrastination because it usually will be left up to you to see to whether it’s mundane house chores or errands (he tries so hard to hold up his end though)

- Listening to respond because his mind is on his case and sometimes, he doesn’t realize it. It’s automatic and can be frustrating when you realize he’s not listening, but he does his best to control it and immediately snap out of it.

- Doesn’t happen too often, just when he’s got a lot on his mind

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

- He thought he was kinda vain with his tattoos and hair style

- Everyone at the station calls him Pretty boy and he is lowkey proud of it

- Keeps his hair trimmed and goes to the barber at least three times a month

- He knows he’s a hairy fellow and likes to look well-kept although he kinda wants to grow out his beard

- is worried the captain will tell him to shave it

- As for clothes, he’s pretty average and likes to lounge in his white tanks and sweatpants

- He’s not gonna wear a suit unless he absolutely has to (he draws the line at the tie)

- But he doesn’t walk around like a mess either

- He’s happy if he doesn’t look homeless lol

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)

- he fucking loves sweets, they’re his kryptonite

- he almost never had sweets or desserts growing up, so if you bake this man a cake for his birthday, he will cry in the shower

- he’s not a fitness freak, but he goes work out a lil bit like 3 times a week just to stay sane and in shape

- eats the leftovers of your dish if you can't finish it (it's either because he doesn't like wasting food or because his eating habits are wack)

- he's a stubborn little shit sometimes

- loves conspiracy theories

- strongly believes that Princess Diana's death was no accident and adores her

- believes in aliens and don't even get him started on the chemtrails theory

- history channel and animal planet are his favorite channels

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

- I don’t think incomplete is the correct word to put it, but your absence would definitely hurt him

- He’d try his best to avoid thinking about it

- Would probably sleep at the station to avoid going home to an empty house

- He would bury himself in work, no doubt about that

- Swears off relationships for the next 10 years

- It would take a lot to fill your shoes so he’d rather just not try

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

- He would not like high-maintenance or snobby people

- He grew up running around barefoot, so he’s happy to have shoes that fit. Being with someone who can’t wear shoes that are slightly dirty is just not possible to him

- Racist people are not welcomed at all. PERIOD. He wishes he could lock them up solely for that

- Disrespectful people who are rude to service people. HUGE turn-off for him

- Not understanding or accepting his job and the disadvantages that come along with it

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habits of theirs?)

- Sleep? What is sleep? lol

- If he’s sleeping alone, he hugs his pillow

- If it’s with you, he hugs you

- He’s a light sleeper but he falls asleep so fucking fast like in record time

- He’d got very cold feet and he’s self-conscious about them because he’s been teased about them before by an ex, so he’ll sleep with socks on in the winter

- He snores

- Not enough to shake the house, but he does snore a bit and will deny it until he dies even if you record him

- “Nah, that’s not- that’s edited! You edited it in and I don’t snore. Period. Case closed.”

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The Royal Ruse 👑

Prince! Loki x Asgardian reader

18+ | this fic contains angst, eventual smut, probably some bad language, little bit of a slow burn?

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“Well then I’ll marry.” Loki declared, almost triumphantly as if he had just solved the biggest problem known to the kingdom of Asgard.

“Loki, you can’t be serious.”

“I am” he insisted, pausing his pacing “if marriage is what it takes to get the throne then I am to wed.” Loki stated.

“And who will you marry?”

“There are a few ladies in which I am courting, I’ll simply marry one of them and then take my rightful title as King of Asgard.” He began to grin.

“And who’s to say any of these maidens will agree to marry you?”

“The promise of a throne” Loki shrugged as if the answer was simple and obvious “I myself wouldn’t even turn that down and I’m already a prince” he scoffed “I’m sure any of them would be delighted to marry me. They could even been Queen consort for a few decades and then perhaps they’ll get bored and then leave or if not, perhaps an accident befalls them and—”

“Loki!” He was cut off.

“Remind me, why am I even talking to you.” Loki sighed, annoyed by the interruption.

“Because I’m the only person you trust.”

“That’s right.” Loki agreed, turning towards the clone of himself he had deployed to reason with.

“What you need to do is find someone who will be willing to pretend to be in love with you up until a wedding occurs where they will then disappear leaving you crowned King of Asgard.” It plotted.

“You’re right” Loki smiled “I’ll find some sort of hopeless maiden and promise her some golden coins or something in return for her hand in marriage.” Loki declared.

The following day, Loki decided to go on a walk to clear his head. Like most walks, this one consisted of visiting the more lowly parts of Asgard where the peasants and working folk resided meaning hearty mead and the occasional leg up in the back of the brewery. Loki often imagined the look on his fathers face if he ever discovered that he frequented such a dingy place, risking the integrity of the palace and all its occupants; it made the whole clandestine visit that more appealing, that more desired. He walked through one of the alleyways, picturing Odin’s face before he felt a weight crash against his chest followed by a yelp.

“Watch where you’re going.” He instantly spoke, assuming the figure standing to their feet was a drunkard.

“Likewise.” You scoffed, pushing his steadying hand on your forearm away. Once you were on your feet, firmly rooted onto the ground, you looked up at your attacker, narrowing your gaze. “I feel like I’m supposed to know who you are.” You challenged suspiciously.

“I guess I just have one of those faces.” Loki excused.

“No” you began, grabbing his chin as you inspected him “you look familiar, really familiar.” You continued, the man pulling away from your touch.

“Unhand me deprived wench.” He scorned, stepping backwards causing you to gasp as it hit you.

“You’re the pri—”

“Shhh.” He silenced you, covering your mouth with his hand. “You know not what you speak of. Why would a prince be somewhere as unpleasant as here?” He queried.

“You know, Thor sometimes comes here.” You replied.

“He does?”

“Yes.” You nodded.

“Well I’ll be sure to—”

“Ha!” You beamed “you are Loki.”

“Fine” he relented “but don’t breathe a word of my being here to anyone.” He warned menacingly.

“Okay.” You shrugged just as Loki began reaching into his pocket. “A-are you trying to buy my silence?” You asked, watching him rummaging through his pocket.

“Yes, how much will it cost?” He asked.

“Don’t worry, I won’t tell anyone, besides, who’d believe me, I’m just a deprived wench.” You huffed.

“Sorry.” Loki apologised.

“Anyways, I’m just on my way home so if you’d excuse me.” You dismissed.

“Of course.” Loki spoke, moving out of your way, his eyes rounding when he realised you were going into the little door that was behind him. “This is where you live?” He questioned almost aghast.

“No, there’s a magical portal inside that transports me to one of the rooms in the palace” you answered sarcastically “yes, this is where I live.”

“It’s tiny.” Loki noted, stepping towards the door and looking inside.

“You’re insulting me again.” You remarked.

“Sorry.” He apologised again.

“I would offer you something to eat but no.” You decided, walking further inside and leaving the door open.

“No?” Loki spoke, raising an eyebrow as he cautiously took your nonverbal invitation and stepped inside.

“No.” You nodded.

“No what?” He replied, recognising the pictures in the callander on your wall; they were all of the palace.

“No, I don’t want to offer you something to eat.” You explained.

“Well I’m not hungry.” Loki argued.

“Good, because I wasn’t offering.” You replied.

“Fine.”

“Fine.” You finished, Loki unmoving as he subtly glanced around your place, eyes lingering on the pictures of the palace you had stuck to the walls. It felt surreal having one of the actual princes stood in your room but you put the whole experience down to having too much mead. You decided to further test this delusion and continue the conversation. “Well unless you’re going to offer me a seat at the royal dining table or an audience with the queen, I suggest you leave.” You broke the silence causing Loki to snap out of his staring competition with the picture of the palace that showed part of his room as he remembered his dilemma.

“And what would you be willing to do for a seat at the royal dining table?” He questioned, smirking making your eyes round in realisation.

“Not that!” You gasped.

“It would only be until I am crowned king.” He tried to explain.

“You want me to sleep with you until you’re a king? What the fu—”

“I think we’re thinking of two different things” Loki interrupted leaving you confused “tell me ummm—what’s your name?”

“Y/n.” You answered.

“Lovely” he clapped “tell me y/n, are you married?”

“No.” You almost laughed, you weren’t even courting anyone.

“Good.” Loki smiled.

“Why is that good?” You questioned defensively.

“I’ve got a proposition for you y/n, let’s discuss this over wine.”

“You’ve got wine?”

“I assumed you did.” He replied, brows knitting.

“I’ve got wine, my wine, you can have water.” You disagreed with him, no longer sure whether this was real or fiction conjured up by your besotted mind. He looked real enough, smelt regal enough.

“And why can’t I have any wine?” He asked incredulously.

“It’s my wine, I don’t see you bringing me any wine. It’s expensive you know, I can’t just waste my wine.” You tried to explain to him.

“Y/n, I am a prince.” Loki reasoned.

“Exactly, you should have bought wine.”

“Well I’ll make sure I remember it for the next time I bump into a stranger in the street.” He puffed, taking a seat as well as the glass of water you were offering him before he began to divulge his proposal.

You listened intensely to his plan, the realisation that he wasn’t a mirage making you a little giddy as you downed your drink, nodding along to words.

“I’ve got one question.” You spoke once he was finished.

“Anything.” He nodded.

“Are you insane?” You asked causing him to sigh. “I mean how would we even do it? We don’t even know eachother.”

“I can easily remedy that.” He assured.

“And pray tell prince, what’s your smart idea?”

“I can create a link between us, it’ll give me access to—” he began, placing his fingers against your temples as you moved your head away “you’ve got to trust me.”

“Well I don’t.” You affirmed.

“What reason other than what I just said would I want to do this with you?” He sneered.

“Fine.” You answered, rolling your eyes before he continued.

“As I was saying, I could create a psychic link between us which would enable us to send thoughts to one another.” He elaborated.

“And why would we need to do that?”

“Because when my mother asks, which she will, things about yourself, my future wife, it’d be good if I could actually answer. Vice versa” he clarified “you’ve got to know a little about me.”

“I know two things” you grinned “arrogant, prince.”

“Behave” he cautioned “so y/n, for the promise of a fortune, would you play the part of my doting betrothed?” He asked, looking into your eyes.

“Yes.” You replied with a small nod, unsure of what you were actually getting yourself into.

Loki on his way to kingdom 😂 as always whenever I start a new fic, let me know if you wanna see more or if I should start a diff story

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nerdieforpedro · 5 months

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Sard’ika Sessions

Session Two

Fanfiction 18+

Masterlist | Sard’ika Sessions Masterlist I Din Djarin/ The Mandalorian Masterlist

Summary: You still vividly recall your first session with your Mandalorian. His hands exploring your body and his beskar pleasuring you. New risks are taken before and during your session. Things are left unsaid.

Warnings: masturbation (female and male), sex toy use, semi-public sexual activity, HANDS, fingering, praise kink, Din being a soft dom menace at this point, money for sexual favors, sense deprivation (sight), scent kink, body worship, anal play, oral sex (male and female receiving), cum kink, angst (a little bit because I’m mean)

Notes: So basically, I turned the smut dial way up in this session. I actually planned to space it out, but decided not to because I too am a menace to my readers and myself. I hope everyone who reads enjoys and if not, eh…I dunno what to tell you because we’re only at session two. We’re going to further space buddies. 😎

Word Count: 3.8k (approx)

Space beta buddies special thanks: @i-own-loki , @megamindsecretlair and @theywhowriteandknowthings ❤️❤️❤️

The day after the bounty hunter left, you received a black box delivered via courier. There was no name but instinct told you who it was from - The Mandalorian or Din as he told you to call him from now on. Making sure to drink water before opening it, good that you did, for it contained a card and tools that he wanted you to practice with.

Sard’ika

I’d like for you to resolve to use these items and learn more about your body. We will utilize them to assess your progress.

Make sure to wear the emerald for me Mesh’la.

Din

Inside the box was a glass bottle of viscous liquid, upon further inspection, it was lubricant. Next to the lube, a velvet purple bag contained three plugs - anal plugs, the small insert card explained with increasing sizes to prepare one’s ass for insertion of larger objects. You licked your lips at the thought of Din’s length inside of you, but any previous entry attempts to your back door had been met with minimal prep and pain. A small smile spread on your face at the thought Din displayed in his actions. There were some small metal items that looked like they had small metal balls attached to a paperclip except it looked closer to tweezers maybe? There was another card, explaining that they indeed were closer to tweezers and that they attached to your nipples. You figured out the items, it would be easier to start with the clamps first.

You stood naked in the refresher to get a better look at what you were doing with the things and at a few different angles. Your hunch was correct and getting them to stay on was a challenge in itself as they had a tendency to roll your nipple and pop off. Once sufficiently clamped, you found that the crisp metal reminded you of the Mandalorian’s beskar, Din’s beskar that you had rode to your climax the last time you saw him. The memory soon had you bent over the sink, hearing the small metal ball weights attached to the clamps clack against the sink as you stretched your hand to your wet lips. Calling his name, you wondered if this is what he saw when his visor was trained on you less than 24 hours ago. Your fingers were much too thin and short in comparison to his, not stretching you enough and too soft to have the same effect his did. You opted to pull on one of the nipple clamps, teasing your own breast and giving focus to your clit, making you crumple over your sink as your forehead touched the mirror, it felt similar to his helmet so you stayed in the position for a bit, letting the decreasing waves of pleasure run their course.

The next day, after your shift at the bounty hunter’s guild, you decide to try out the anal plugs - starting with the smallest one, you weren’t completely insane. You showered and got in your bed after placing two towels on the bed just in case. Of what you weren’t sure, but you figured it was better safe than sorry. A small amount of the cold jelly was placed on the small plug as you bent forward and brought it behind you, slowly inserting it past your buttocks and into your anus. Despite the lube, there was still a burn from the stretch in muscle, but not as bad as you had imagined. You managed to keep it in for ten minutes before removing it, cleaning it and dressing to make yourself dinner. The subsequent days were spent getting more familiar with the equipment Din had sent. The day before he was due to return, you received a hologram from him, it instructed you to wear your clamps and whichever anal plug you were up to to work for him. It made you nervous, that somehow, someone would notice that you seemed a little excitable the following day, but for him you would. He did pay quite a handsome sum of credits and you wondered if the tools would come out of what he would pay this upcoming session.

The day was proceeding smoothly. Processing bounties and doling out credits as well as new jobs with pucks that came in from requestors. It was toward the end of your shift, things had slowed down and there had been no sign of his shining armor though the doors of the Guild. It was when you took a swing of your water, that you spotted him come through the double doors, his broad frame strode in slow motion toward you. Your back straightened, your bra rubbed against the clamps under your blouse and vest, the added pressure from your corrected posture made the second butt plug press a bit deeper into you, making a silent whimper as the Mandalorian sat across from you.

“Afternoon. It’s good to see you.” You nodded and returned his greeting, barely able to keep your composure. His low register, even distorted by his helmet, was palpable and had your core aching. Standing to get his payment of credits and one small slab of beskar shifted the plug and had you take a deep breath as you gushed in your panties, wetting them.

“I'm glad to see you too. Here's your payment, I’ll be right back, Mando.” It pained you to call him by his title rather than his name, but you were aware his name should not be spoken outside of the two of you. Quickly you gave him his payment and returned to the back, where there was a spare office, you needed to take the pressure off your ass. It was too intense and his mere presence was overwhelming. Din found your behavior curious and wanted to know if his hunch was right, following you to the spare room. He closed the door and locked it. He could tell. You must have followed his instructions and not only used the items but were wearing them, had them inside of you. The bounty hunter licked his lips inside of his helmet, hungry for the results of your bodily studies. “Mando, you can’t be in here. I need a few minutes, please.” Your voice is small, another oddity. Din closed the gap,

“Turn around Sard’ika. Show me your face.” You turned slowly and held onto the small desk that was in the room, otherwise you may fall. “Lovely girl, open your legs for me. I’ll ease your tension.” He watched as your eyes went wide, his bare hands were before you and reached down, gently raising your skirt and parting your thighs, he didn’t feel you try and close them and pressed forward, running a finger along your soaked panties before moving them to the side. “I’ve waited to touch you and feel your warm skin again. Especially here, it’s so hot. Will you continue to melt for me?” His visor met her eyes, you nodded and placed your hands on his shoulder pauldrons. Din’s middle finger slipped inside of your folds and held one of your knees up to spread your further, your soft whimpers slowly became moans as his speed increased. Fellow employees were shuffling up and down the hallway just beyond the door which pressed a sense of urgency into your hips.

However, when you grind them onto Din’s finger, you found that he added another one, taking a yelp from you. Unable to keep yourself quiet, the warrior releases your knee and places his thumb in your mouth. “Use me Sard’ika. You want release don’t you?” His voice gives an air of amusement as your lips wrap around his thumb and roll your tongue around it, tasting salt and something you can’t place. With a few more pumps, your walls cave around his fingers, teeth dig into his knuckle before he’s able to pull it out. You hear him hiss, but he doesn’t say anything, letting you recover as he puts his gloves back on and hides the skin of his large hands from you again.

“I’ll leave first and meet you at your place Sard’ika. Don’t take too long. We have much to do.” A soft open and close of the door makes you reconsider what this arrangement may be doing to your mental health, but the money and orgasms outweigh your concerns. Taking a little over five minutes to make sure you don’t look too dishshelved or blissed out, you exit the small back room and go to lock up your desk and complete the handoff to the on coming shift. Despite the anal plug, you hurry home to where the Mandalorian waits for you.

The bounty hunter realized that his actions could have had grave consequences today. He had sought you out because if activities were kept to your home it would be discrete. Your appearance today wasn’t much different from the many other times he had seen you, but those were before he had seen you in your bare form, writing from his touch and looking directly into your eyes. While he was away tracking his bounty, he had spent extra time on his cot and in the refresher recalling your first session together. When he saw you stand a wince, he knew then that you had done as he’d asked. Despite relieving himself of his baser thoughts about you twice before landing the RazorCrest, the area where his codpiece was, grew too small quickly. Din couldn’t just let you walk away in that state, he contemplated asking you to use your hand at the same time he would use his, but he enjoyed being in control and he wouldn’t be able to observe you if he was being pleasured as well.

Once inside your home, you mention wanting to shower. Din rejects the idea. Assuming you are receptive, today’s plan will allow him to partake of your scent more than the faint fragrance left on this thigh guard that faded a few days after his session with you. He asks you to put on one of the green slips he requested and wait for him in your bedroom. He’ll be along in a few. To your surprise, you’d seen the beskar clad hunter carrying two black bags, he never mentioned what may be in them but you did as asked and went to just change into your slip, sitting on your bed. One of the bags Din set on your counter, the same place as he had placed the last bag of credits, this one was a bit heavier. The other bag he brought in with him and removed a blindfold he had tested on himself in the razor crest, making sure that no light would penetrate it.

You didn’t know much about Mandalorian culture, but figured whatever was about to happen, he might be removing more of his armor and didn’t want you to see. Given they had a creed to uphold, it didn’t bother you much. You were to get on your knees on the bed and face toward your headboard.

Din wrapped the blindfold around your eyes three times then tied it. “Sard’ika. Spread your legs but don’t get on your elbows yet.” You nodded as you felt the bed shift, his weight dipping the mattress behind you. His bare hands were present again, slipping the thin straps of your gown down, uncovering your breasts but not removing it fully. Calloused hands cupped the bottom of your breasts, supporting their weight. A small hum released from you followed by a hiss as his frigid beskar chestplate skims against your exposed back. His helmet pressed against your cheek, looking over your shoulder, admiring your pinched nipples. “Have you worn them all day mesh’la?” His deep voice resonates between your thighs, nodding, you place your hands over his ungloved ones, grateful to be touching any part of this man’s skin.

“I have Din. I was looking forward to seeing you today. I’m glad you weren’t delayed.” Your voice is coated with lust as he kneads your breasts, pressing the pads of his fingers into them. You almost missed it, but he called your name before pulling back to ask you to lean forward on your elbows. Once in position, his weight on the bed changes again and you feel the cool beskar slide between you. It feels like it may be his legs and feet, his forearms were large as well, but not as thick as his thighs. Some shuffling of fabric was heard and your hands around their way to his knees, but then slid up Din’s thighs as he pulled your hips toward him. “Din, what do you want me to do next?” You asked, the armor on his thighs was still present so he hadn’t removed it, what did he take off?

The Mandalorian had planned on doing this much later down the line. However, he still recalled the fragrance on his beskar from last week, though it had faded, he wanted to become reacquainted with it. He blindfolded you and his head was behind you, maybe he should have bound your hands too, but he was too impatient. A trait he was noticing applied to you more and more. The pressure of his helmet exhaled as did he when he removed it, it was a large risk he was taking and in some circles a violation of The Creed, but his nostrils were met with the same tangy scent he had pleasured himself to before he slept. Din placed his helmet above his head on the bed, he wouldn’t be needing it for now.

“Nothing for right now. Just let me look at your weeping cunt again. You’ll feel when you should start. You’re a smart woman Sard’ika.” His hands took hold of your ass and squeezed, happy to see his fingers disappear into your ample flesh. Din licked his lips before pushing your ass forward a bit and had an idea. He reached toward your small ring of muscle and removed your anal plug, making a small pop.

Inspecting your asshole, he was reasonably certain that you could try out the third plug size. He reached for it out of the bag and ran it along your wet slit, making you shiver. “I believe you’re ready for this. Let me know if you feel any pain though Mesh’la.” Pressing it in slowly, he was satisfied to see just the small loop sticking out as your ring of muscle spread. You groaned heavily and were surprised to find yourself pushing back toward the plug as he inserted it. His heavy hand slapped your ass while you wiggled it. A low rumble came from his chest in the form of laughter, you leaned forward to raise your ass into their air more, searching for more pressure, you found a velvet, throbbing length press against your chest and narrowly missed your nose.

“I don’t feel any pain. I want to have you inside of me Din.” You sung, pressing your breasts together to capture his long member between your breasts, the cold metal of the nipple clamps you still had on jingled with your movements. Your hands were able to envelope the circumference of his member, the steel of the clamps grazed his hot skin and with the voice he released you realized he sounded different. Louder, closer and without the slight electronic click you’d hear sometime in between his words. Did he remove his helmet? Is that the reason you’re wearing the blindfold? His cock dripped precum onto your breasts making it easier for you to grind them against his length.

“Dank farrik Sard’ika, excellent, keep going mesh’la.” Din clicked his tongue prior to his hawkish nose pressing against your clit, his plush lips touched your folds, drinking your nectar in. Tawdry damp noises were heard from you both, his tongue soon slipped inside of your core, exploring the tight cavern of muscle that longed to clench around anything. On the same token, you opened your mouth and let saliva drop onto your breasts and the thick length you were stimulating yourself with. With that complete, you lowered your head to flick your tongue along the bulbous head, breathing in his musk and sweat, your hips shifted forward a bit to allow you to reach him while still massaging his cock.

Din moved his hands down to your thighs and forced your cunt into his face, he had no more need for air. He just needed to keep lapping your fluids, swallowing them to make himself full of you. If he was lucky, his beard that scratched your slick inner thighs would still be coated with you when he put his helmet back on and he would have your scent for much longer this time. Only the sounds of the two of you gorging yourselves on each other’s heat and muffled moans were heard for a period of time that neither of you were sure of.

Surprisingly, Din climaxed first, thick ropes coating the roof of your mouth and the back of your throat, his hips buckled and his cock slowly became soft between your breasts as you drank his cum, followed by laying your head on the chilled beskar of this thigh. Your hips were rolling onto his face as he continued to sip from your pussy, with a loud cry, you spilled over his mouth, face, chin and neck. Utterly exhausted, you focus on breathing and staying awake. You didn’t want to fall asleep before he left, you wanted to say goodbye, but your body resisted your intentions.

The bounty hunter rolled you on your back and removed the nipple clamps and the anal plug, setting them on the towel on the floor. He sat up and cleaned himself up some, leaving most of the evidence of your climax on his face before putting his helmet back on. The Mandalorian then fixed himself back into his flight suit before replacing his codpiece. He left his gloves for last, his fingers glided up your calves, thighs, doughy belly, breasts and rested on the sides of your cheeks. Removing the blindfold, he was craving the eye contact that you’d give him. Fluttering open, you did just that, reaching for his hands with your delicate fingers tracing the rough skin over his knuckles. “Is there any more you require of me Din?” your raspy voice questioned. Din heard himself hum as it echoed in his helmet, drunk on your scent.

“No Sard’ika. You’ve given me much this session.” His hands briefly left your face to pull your slip back up and feed your arms through the straps, cupping your cum streaked breasts. You saw him hesitate.

“It’s fine Din. Leave them, I can wash the slip later. I’d like to leave a piece of you for a little while after you leave. Ah…unless that’s not okay with you.” It hadn’t dawned on you to ask if he was alright with seeing evidence of his work on you. He shook his head and finished pulling the emerald slip over your breasts. “Um, is there anything you want to try or do for next time?” Clearing your throat, you weren’t sure if it was the last of his cum or your own spit that you needed to move. His thumb traced your bottom lip, pressing it. One of your hands touched his forearm guard, but he interlaced his fingers with yours.

“A piece is me is fine if that’s what you desire, mesh’la. I did bring two different dildos and more lube to use but you can use them for preparation.” Her hands are warm and he doesn’t want to leave. For the first time in a long time, since he had rescued his son, he wanted to leave his helmet off. Unsure if she would approve of his face, Din could fall back on the increased amount of credits he had brought with him this time, but it would lead him to despair if you didn’t like his features. His primary reason he’d like to leave his helmet off would be to have your soft hands touch his face and map it the same way he does yours. From your lips, his digits ran over your wide nose and full eyebrows. You had long coily hair that expanded with exertion and moisture, he would need to commit it all to memory. “I will be gone for a longer period of time - about two weeks. I plan to visit the little one and take care of a few jobs.”

The prospect of Din’s absence weighed heavily on your shoulders, before this started, these sessions. You’d only wonder if you’d be able to talk to him for the few minutes you could, giving him a bounty or paying him out after confirming the client’s stipulations were met. And sure, you’d wonder what he was up to but now things were much more murky between the two of you. “I understand. Stay safe Din.” You wanted to tell him to come back but he already said he was, your eyes closed embarrassed at your thought. Din pulls away from you and picked up the toys he had set on the towel, taking them into the refresher and cleaning them, putting them into the bag he had delivered previously. He then added the two dilios and the additional lube as well. With his gloves back on, he turned to face you, sitting up at the edge of the bed, you winced and leaned to the side, taking pressure off your ass. He had given it a new stretch today. “Din. I think - think we-”

The cool beskar of his helmet touched your forehead and stopped you from speaking. His gloved hands held your face and trailed down to your shoulders. “Sard’ika please leave it for the next session. I understand.” The Mandalorian pulled away from you for the last time before he left. The bag on the counter was heavier than the last time. You stood up to follow his cape, his heavy steps leading to your front door. Din turned and took your hand in his once more before exiting into the dry night air. “There’s much to discuss and I would like to do so when I am able to think clearly.” Unsure of what he meant you nodded.

“You’re right. That would be best. Take care.” You squeezed his hand before letting go, softly ushering him out the doorway. His back was to you he started his long walk to his ship to leave again, closing your door you sat on your couch and wondered what you’d say the next time you see him.

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christinebloodwrittings · 4 months

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Kitten pt2

Pairing: Loki x Fem!Panther Reader Summary: Loki left for a while, leaving his little kitten hurt and sad. Warnings: Abandonment issues, angst, injuries, poorly explained touch deprived issues (Which I have but don't know how to put it into words)

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Days in the Avenger's tower went swiftly for a while. Your training though was getting tough, especially with the Captain himself drawing the punches. But what really got your body to the point of exhaustion, was the fact that Loki was gone.

Only for a while, he said, but it had been three weeks since he said that and with a small kiss on the hand he went through the portal, along with Thor, who - not helping your anxiety - gave you a sorrowful look before disappearing.

That was the main reason for the harsh training.

Without the god-like help, the team felt a little vulnerable. No one would dare admit it because they still hold a bit of pride, but you just felt it in the air.

Without Loki around, you felt as if there was something off, your routine included him in almost all your activities, like meals, movies, walks, cuddles, even missions. Watching him leave like that, was as if he stole the air around you, as if your skin lacked warmth again.

"He'll be back sweetie" Natasha caught you staring at the burn mark the portal left, "Am I that obvious?" your voice trembled a little, "Your eyes are like those of a kitten that lost its way home" tears streamed down your eyes, as she said the nickname he gave you, his voice started to ring inside your head, remembering all the times he laughed with you, and lulled you softly while petting your head.

After that, you were summoned to a mission of rescue. The plan was simple, you were going to be the distraction, luring the guards away so Natasha and Steve could enter the bunker and rescue the scientist that were abducted by Hydra.

But nothing's ever that simple, isn't it?

The snow made it a bit hard to anchor yourself to the ground in order to doge the bullets, so eventually, more than one just hit non-essential points in your feline body. What you certainly weren't expecting, was a pack of wolves emerging from hidden cages in the snow, those that at the sound of a whistle threw themselves at you.

Everything was just whines of pain, claws and teeth making sharp noises, and blood staining the snow, until everything just stopped moving. Barely, you moved away from the furry corpses, "Y/n, you did amazing" Steve cooed as soon as he saw you limping your way to the inside of the jet, collapsing at his feet, "Stark, have Jarvis call a vet, Y/n's in bad shape" even Natasha began to panic, she hit the floor with her knees when she saw the blood dripping down your body.

"Hang on, you will get through this, remember, he will be back, he expects you there, you can't leave just now" Steve handed her a thick cloth to make pressure with, as she tried to keep you awake, but your breathing was slow and quiet, your body was just too heavy to move.

An aroma of humidity and steel flooded your senses, the hard, rocky ground rubbed against your wounds caused by the injections, chains, and surgical cuts that impeded your movements. Back in prison, the small cubicle where they did experiments on you since you were little.

You could never look like a normal panther at that age, it was more like a pile of skin patched together with fur from different species and dried blood. Claws in no way feline were violently imposed on your hands and feet, there were many forced transformations until your body adopted the modifications, creating the perfect hybrid disguised as a normal animal.

You woke up with panic, still transformed, though it was a small version of the panther the vet patched up. The bedsheets were silky and perfumed with a variety of herbs and perfumes, Loki’s bed. Have you ever heard a cat sob? That’s the sound Loki heard as soon as he made his way inside his room, his eyes landing on the small animal, covered in bloody bandages, “Y/n?” your ears perked up, slowly turning your head to see him, he saw your big eyes with tears falling down, your tiny paws making grabby movements.

Loki dropped the heavy bag he carried and prompted himself towards you, cupping your tiny body in his hands, “Stark called Thor, somehow, saying you were hurt and you didn’t woke up” his words were messy and shaky, just like his hands. “My Kitten, my dearest, I don’t mind this shape of yours, but I would love to tend to your wounds and hug you” he heard you sniff and meow in pain, “I see, I’ll wait then, until you’re ready” he then changed into comfy clothes, summoned a book, placed himself in bed, and gently accommodated you on his chest.

His heart swirled as he watched you curl into a little fur ball on his neck, even more when he heard the faint sound or a purr.

Eventually, after Loki fell asleep, your tiny body moved away from him and returned to its human shape, though ears were still those of a cat. Loki was quick to feel the weight shift in his bed, so he conjured your meds and a glass of water for later.

The sight of your body tied a knot deep in his stomach, bloodied bandages, visible stitches of your arm and torso, legs all bruised up. He couldn’t handle the fact that you were hurt wile he was away, he felt like he failed you.

“Loki?” he turned his head to you, first sight was your teary eyes, “My darling, I want to hug you so much, but I’m afraid I might hurt you” you shook your head and opened your arms to him, which was the cutest thing ever in his head. He pulled you closer, setting one arm under your head, and the other carefully placed along your back, using his magic to soothe your muscular pain due to the transformation.

“You left” was all you could say. It was difficult to articulate nothing more with the whirlwind of things you wanted to tell him. With how much you needed to hug him, to never let you go. You wanted to beg him to never go out again, tell him about your years locked in that cell, how anxiety and abandonment had eaten your nights away.

However, the pain of his departure, and without addressing any word, more than a simple "I will come back soon" prevented you from saying more.

"I’m terribly sorry, my kitten" he didn't say it in his usual voice, he emanated a strange feeling of longing and sadness. "I had to take care of a matter in Asgard, I visited my mother after that, I swear time slipped away and out of my mind, I came back as soon as Thor told me about your state, I didn't even think twice and jumped into the Bifrost" his hand caressed your cheek, taking a few tears with each soft stroke.

“I thought – “ you started, looking down, “That I wouldn’t come back to you?” he finished your sentence, like he was reading your mind, “My sweetest, most beautiful girl, I’ll always come back home to you” the moment he called you his home your pain faded away, air became light and breathable again, like your lungs weren’t rubbing against your bones anymore.

“I missed you so much” his smile grew so wide, he thought he might cry as well, but barely holding in his excitement he made his shirt and jacket fade away, “I’ve noticed, you have a certain adoration to physical touch, it was the way you lean into my hands and my neck, both always bare. Is it a sensory thing? I wondered, but then I looked into your files, all the pain you had to endure, I thought to myself, Woah, she must really like to let me touch her at all, but then I noticed how sad you are when you are not hugged for a while, and how dim you are to ask if it’s okay for you to hug me” he looked into your eyes, kissed your forehead and continued.

“So I thought we could cuddle skin to skin like this, so you can be as amorous as you always are, but in a better way? I don’t know, my mother advised me that this may make you less anxious” he spoke softly, never looking away from your eyes.

The fact that Loki was aware of your emotional dependence on touch, your past, your anxiety, and that he spoke to his mother looking for some way to help you, was about any experience in life. Loki was not like the other men, he worried, watched your habits and difficulties from day to day.

"I don’t deserve you" you drowned in your own abyss for a second, "It is the other way around, dear, it is I who does not deserve your heart" he removed his arm from your hip, just to take your hand and kiss your knuckles, "But I will work to deserve it, and be the man to accompany you for the rest of your life”

“You already are, I have to gather a million pieces of myself in order to be able to love you, the way you deserve” you took his face in your hands, making soft lines on his cheeks with your thumbs, “It’s a good thing I love puzzles, almost, but not as much as I love you” both laughter and kissing sounds echoed in the room, then you lowered your head to his chest, feeling the little soft hairs, his warm skin, and stayed there listening to his heart as his hands caressed you head.

“I missed you Kitten”.

“I love you Loki”.

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lokisgoodgirl · 2 years

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The Honeytrap: Clandestine F*cks [Avenger!Loki x Fem. Reader] 18+

Part of the Clandestine F*cks Collection [Link] A link to my Masterlist is HERE Summary: (22) An unexpected mission lands you and Loki at the Plaza hotel, and he has a new object for his seductive attentions. Warnings: 18+ Minors DNI. Smut. Language. Jealousy. Mild Angst. Secret relationship. (w/c 3.9k)

“Good Morning, Agent.” Loki purred, arms spread against the metal rail as the elevator closed behind you. He raised his gaze slowly, eyes crawling up your body as you turned to face the sliding doors. You wasted no time pressing your back against his firm torso in the otherwise empty lift. Nudging your ass against his crotch, you felt him straighten at your unexpected touch. His shoulders rolled back, a sharp hiss stealing from his lips. Loki's masculinity felt overpowering as he towered over you from behind, inhaling the scent of your hair.

“Good Morning, Laufeyson.” you murmured in response.

You had been away from the Tower for a week, the Quinjet landing mere minutes ago. The only contact between you and Loki over the last six nights had been hushed phone-calls in the dark as Natasha slept next door. Loki’s dirty whispers had been nectar in your ear, dripping into the crevices of your imagination as your fingers worked between your thighs, alone in your hotel room. All the things he had promised to do to you when you were back. Tonight, you knew he would keep his word. “I’ve missed you, darling.” he muttered darkly. “He’s missed you.” He pressed his growing erection into your lower back. The tight column hidden beneath expensive wool ground against your ass, a whimper of need clawing behind your teeth at the unbearable suspense.

Loki’s fingers brushed the hair from your neck, combing it upward before his jawline slotted against the curve. You moaned in spite of yourself, melting into the warmth of his kiss as your hips began to thrust of their own accord. You were deprived of him. Every morsel a sweet relief. He chuckled. “It pleases me that you have missed me, too.” he murmured against your skin. “Of course I’ve missed yo-” Ding You jumped forward, pulling at the collar of your shirt as the doors parted revealing Natasha and her signature frown. “Hey.” she growled, pressing the button angrily which was already lit. Loki’s eyes glinted as your stare hardened, willing him not to engage. She was in a horrible mood. “Agent Romanoff, you look a little tired. Are you quite well?” he purred, the corners of his mouth twitching as you rolled your eyes. “Shut up Laufeyson.” she sighed, “some of us get assigned important missions. Remind me, what have you been doing the past week? Working on your smart-ass one-liners? Annoying everyone? Fucking A+ saving the world shit right there.” Loki pursed his lips, avoiding your smug smile. The doors opened to a bustling lobby, the operations floor buzzing with activity on a Friday morning as it always did. The three of you made your way to the conference room where the rest of the team had already taken their seats. You and Loki settled a seat apart, Scott Lang nestled between you. It was probably for the best, you thought. The horny god’s hand would be halfway up your skirt by the time Rogers had finished his opening motivational pep rally. That wouldn’t be great for the whole secrecy thing. And god knows, you needed to be more careful. “Good Morning, Avengers!” Steve declared, rising and beginning to pace across the top of the room.

“If you’ve been listening to my guided meditations you’ll be familiar with the term ‘conscious patriotism’. But what is ‘conscious patriotism’, and what does it mean for you?”

Across the table Wanda crossed her eyes in your direction, her jaw falling slack to the side. You stifled a laugh, resting your head in your hand. Your wandering gaze fell to Loki paying rapt attention to the Captain. You shamelessly drank in the straight edges of Loki's angular face. The way the incomparable sharp lines slotted together, an early morning glow pouring over his heavenly bone structure. The regal line of his brow was stoic, his chin slightly raised as he feined interest. Isn’t it funny, you thought absent-mindedly, that no one else in this room knows what he looks like when he cums. Like a warrior. Like a- Steve's saccharine smile faded as he ran his eyes around the room. “Now, there’s been an unexpected development around the Boleirov project, and we’re gonna have to call in a mission tonight-” A wall of groans rose at the notion of Friday night being cancelled. Again. It broke you from your trance. “Now gee, we all know that crime doesn’t take weekends” Steve huffed, folding his arms. “This is a key opportunity to take down a bunch of heckin’ big players and we’re sure as jimmies not going to pansy out of it.” A rumble of concession rolled around the table. Tony raised his hand. “I just want to say that not everyone is going to be involved. Just a small group...but it’s a douzy. I’d be fighting for a place if I were you.” He leant back with a smug smile, gesturing to Cap to continue. Steve cleared his throat awkwardly. “Stark and I have formulated a mission-plan and essentially it’s a...well, it’s a…” “-A honeytrap!” Tony said gleefully, clapping his hands together as the group groaned. “C’mon guys, remember how fun the last one was?” “You and I have very different definitions of fun, Stark.” Nat muttered, shivering at the memory of a foul-smelling oligarch’s hands running over her ass. “Oh...just you wait.” Tony quipped, folding his arms. “Captain, continue please.”

Steve cleared his throat again. “This time around will be slightly different, the trap is for a woman.” He looked knowingly around the room. “A heterosexual woman.” There was a low murmur of excitement as the women met each others eyes, smiles curling at the corner of their lips. There had never been a female honeytrap subject. Their minds whirred with possibilities; each decrepit old creep they had been compelled to get too close for comfort with under the duress of national security flitting through their minds. They hoped the female equivalent wouldn’t disappoint in their sudden yearning for payback. “Well, I suppose I am the obvious choice” Thor rumbled, stretching his arms and puffing his chest unsubtly. “As...regrettably, the most alluring member of our band, I am willing to accept this mission.” Tony rolled his eyes, leaning forward across the table.

“First of all Bright Spark, you put her father in a coma. So that’s a no. 'Ethical boundaries' . Secondly, your face is on Times Square right now. There isn’t a chance in hell you wouldn’t blow the whole thing. We need a bit more subtlety. Not your strong suit, big guy. And that’s coming from me.” “I’ll volunteer...” You turned, regarding Scott with impressed disbelief. “I’d like to give it an ol' college try, if there are no objections. I can be quite charming when required.” he wriggled his eyebrows, chuckling awkwardly as his cheeks turned pink under the vacant stares of his colleagues.

“Not that your enthusiasm is not admirable, Lang...” Loki purred darkly beside him, making your pussy clench, “...but I think they have someone else in mind.”

His eyes roamed between Rogers and Stark, brow twitching as he confirmed his suspicions. “Me.” Rogers nodded, as Lang looked to the table with disappointment. “It’s always the tall guys. What if she’s a personality kinda gal?” he muttered, as Loki smirked. “Stark and I believe Laufeyson holds the right...skill-set, to tackle this particular target.” Steve mumbled, picking awkwardly at the armpit of his tight costume he insisted on wearing everywhere. “Skillset.” Lang huffed beside you. “They must have had a reference from Megan about his skillset, jeesh.” You frowned, trying to follow the threads of conversation batting back and forth across the room.

The Boleirov’s were a notoriously ugly family. This daughter had probably never had anyone give her a second glance. She would be putty in Loki’s hands. Done and dusted and back to fuck you senseless before ten pm. Stark was right. He was the obvious choice. “OK that’s settled. Laufeyson, Wilson, Lang and Rominoff report to operations for mission scoping and everyone else...you are dismissed.” You saw Nat’s eyes squeeze shut, before raising your hand. “Captain, may I suggest I take Natasha’s place on this? She needs to rest, Sir.” Rogers eyes flickered to Natasha, noting the deep shadows under her eyes.

He nodded.

The skirt of your black silk gown brushed lightly against your legs as the doorman ushered you inside the Plaza Hotel with Scott on your arm. He was enjoying this immensely, letting his eyes roll appreciatively down the rear of your open-back dress as you walked ahead. It was just before 9pm, and Ms Boleirov should be leaving her appointment with a Hydra patsy inside one of the hotel’s private meeting rooms. Her next stop? The champagne bar. Where she would enjoy the attention of a certain dark-haired lothario who would do whatever it took to procure the small notebook she always carried on her person.

It was full of every financial transaction to Hydra over the past three years, enough to lock up dozens of financiers and key players for life. You took a breath as you approached the grand marble staircase leading down to the bar. Golden chandeliers hung from the ceiling, a warm glow filling the traditionally decorated space as light piano music played from a baby grand in the corner. It was stunning, but that wasn’t what caught your attention. “Wolf is in the den, no sign of rabbit” Scott mumbled to Wilson through the microphone built into his combat suit, hidden beneath the eveningwear. Sitting majestically at the bar was your secret lover. A cold shiver rolled down your spine as you observed him in the wild, trying not to trip down the sweeping staircase as you clung to Scott’s arm. Loki’s intense gaze roamed up your legs outlined against the silk as you descended.

Just a random guy checking you out...no big deal, you thought. Just don't imagine his gorgeous face deep between your legs and you're fine. I’ve never met this man before in my life.

You repeated the mantra as you ghosted past Loki, leaning against the bar exuding sexual energy with his fingers wrapped around a scotch. A whiff of his cologne filled your nostrils, making you inhale with a barely audible groan. Your heart was hammering in your chest. You could tell Loki was watching the placement of Scott’s hands as he ushered you to a table, placing a lingering kiss on your cheek before you sat. You and Lang conversed in the practised banalities of your alter egos, your eyes flickering upwards sporadically as the covert god of mischief busied himself with a copy of Forbes, sipping his drink. A woman caught your eye at the top of the stairs, her long, dark hair rippling down her back as she descended. “That’s her.” Scott mumbled, massaging your hand as he cast his eyes momentarily upward. You shook your head with a smirk, “No, she’s not as...elegant.” Scott frowned. The smile plastered on his face was contrastingly manic as he felt the nerves set in. “What are you talking about hon" he said through gritted teeth. "Remember what Stevie said? She’s had a lot of surgery...a lot can change in six months, since the last file photo. That’s her. Didn’t you see the composite?” You realised with growing horror that you had been so distracted by dissecting the ways you were going to go to town on Loki tonight that you had missed this crucial information in the briefing. She was hot. The picture you’d seen had not been hot. Shit. Ms Boleirov gracefully swept her hand down the banister, reaching the ground level. Her hair flicked over her shoulder, the expensive suit clinging exquisitely to her lean body. The only person not staring was Loki, licking a finger and turning the page of the magazine. He landed on page twenty-four, just as the target occupied the barstool beside him. “That’s a great article.” Loki looked up, the slant of his eyebrows indicating surprise at the unexpected interaction. “I’ve just begun reading…” he started, looking back to the page and then up to the woman. “Is that...you, Madam? Apologies you just look so...different. But no less accomplished, I am certain.” He smiled, the creases of warmth by his eyes making you want to vomit. You could hear his voice clear in your ear, the linked microphones catching every subtly seductive gravel in his words. Her coquettish laugh tinkled as she raised a finger to be served. Loki raised his hand, “Allow me.” he purred, motioning to the bartender who nodded.

Scott’s fingers intertwined with yours in maddening predictability, his rehearsed story ricocheting in and out your ears as your stomach churned. You were here for back-up, if needed. But at this rate, it would be Boleirov needing protection. You couldn’t decide which was worse. The seat you had occupied squarely facing the amorous scene unfolding at the bar, or if you had been facing away unable to see it without drawing attention to yourself. “What’s going on, Y/N?” Sam’s voice made you jump. You had forgotten he was in a van outside keeping an eye on the movements of her henchmen. “Nothing, darling” you smiled, reaching subtley to smooth Scott’s cheek.

Loki reached and placed his hand against the back of Boleirov’s chair, angling himself as he chuckled seductively at something she said. It had been thirty minutes. Thirty minutes of pure hell. His dark hair was smoothed back, tied in a messy knot. The midnight blue suit he wore was perfectly tailored to his sinfully proportioned body. Soft wool clinging to every subtle flex of his biceps shifting beneath the fabric. His jaw clenched as he contained a gentle smirk, the look that always made your panties wet in public at the most inconvenient times. Fuck, he looked so good tonight. Why did he have to look so good tonight? He looks good every night, you idiot.

His thick thighs widened on the stool, his free hand dangling off the bar near her handbag, long fingers creating a line for her gaze to follow towards his lap. Loki’s hand lowered to her thigh, wrapped tight in the luxurious material of her designer trousers. You tried to block out the sultry words coming out of his mouth that made blood thunder in your ears. If there was one thing Loki could do as easily as breathing, it was flirting. The fingers that should be buried deep in your pussy right about now travelled up the curve, teasing lightly as she giggled like a teenage girl. He was so close to her handbag...surely he could seidr it or something. Get the notebook, Loki; you willed silently with your eyes. You realised you were staring over Scott’s shoulder again. Your partner put his hand over his heart, concealing the mic. “What is with you tonight?” he hissed, as your gaze snapped back to him. You shook your head with a half-smile. Boleirov stood, looking back over her shoulder at Loki as his lustful stare followed her to the ladies room. She watched him lean back against the chair, noting his eyes lingering on her ass before disappearing beyond the door. “Wolf has located the prey.” Loki murmured quietly, as he signalled the barman.

He paid for the drinks, waiting until the man busied himself with the glasses before continuing. “It is in an inaccessible location. Brassiere. Stage three required.” “Are you sure, Laufeyson? In her titties? It’s risky, my man.” Wilson muttered over the earpieces. “For another, perhaps” Loki chuckled, flicking through a few pages of the magazine. Your heart dropped. Stage three was full on seduction. Physical contact. Your eyes widened as the door to the bathrooms opened. You downed the rest of your champagne, smiling sweetly at Scott as he frowned with confusion. Loki greeted her, leaning to whisper in her ear loud enough for the microphone underneath his shirt to pick up.

“Why don’t we go for a little stroll, you and I? To my room, perhaps.”

Boleirov said something indecipherable, but it didn’t matter. She was nodding. Loki ran a strong hand down his thigh, clearing his throat and shuffling in his seat like he did when he was trying to stifle an erection. He raised a finger to her cheek, trailing it down her skin and curving to her chin before giving her a quick wink. The god stood, gesturing for her to lead the way in an infuriatingly gentlemanly manner. You took a deep breath, feeling your cheeks growing hot. Lang reached out, his grip tightening around your wrist as his eyes narrowed. Why could you not stop staring. Scott shook his head. Don’t he mouthed silently. Your eyes widened towards the window. Scott whirled around to see what had caught your attention, and when he turned back, you were halfway across the floor.

“Laufeyson” you hissed, hearing nothing but white noise. “Laufeyson?” Nothing.

The reception was terrible as you went deeper into the maze of the Plaza, trying to remember the blueprint layouts that were sprawled across the walls of the briefing room. You unpopped the nub from your ear, you would deal with Scott later.

You took off your heels, bounding up the side-stairs two at a time with your silk gown fluttering behind you all the way to the eighteenth floor. Loki had booked the famous Tower Room, because of course he had. Panting, you took a moment to catch your breath. You slipped your heels back on, fixing your hair before cautiously entering the corridor. The hall was quiet. You found the plaque outside the room with ease, pressing an ear to the door. Now I know what Megan felt like, you thought. It was not a pleasant feeling. Your blood froze, breaths increasing as your cheek burned against the cool wood. Minutes felt like hours as you heard the chink of glasses. “Ohhhh, Mr Rogers…” a woman’s voice groaned, “I don’t do this...but you, there’s something uhhh...about you I…” There was a soft thud...was that the sound of a zipper? Suddenly the world was upended, the surface falling away as you fell face first against a familiar solid expanse of muscle. “Darling?” Loki purred. “Come to check up on me?” You had landed on your knees, arms conveniently placed on the sides of his thighs as he looked down at you smugly. “Celebratory fellatio would be delightful, love…” He waved the small notebook in his hand “...but let’s close the door first shall we?” Rising to your feet, you peered around his shoulder. “Where is she?” you muttered, pacing across the huge living room. “The chaise…” Loki murmured, thumbing through the book in his hands and squinting at the writing. You approached a lump hidden under a blanket on antique sofa in the corner, seeing a sheet of dark hair strewn across a pillow. “Loki, is she dead?” you gasped, hearing him huff. “Of course not. I merely enchanted her. When she wakes, she will think that we spent a delightful night of passion together and that I have left her unceremoniously like the bad boy I am.” He smirked. You paced towards him, crashing to his lips as he choked in surprise. Your hands wound through his hair, making it come loose from its ties. “Madam…” he purred, “this is most unprofessional. How very...me.” You ran a thumb over the lipstick on his collar, noticing there was more smeared on his neck. “You did this on purpose. To make me jealous.” you said, raising an eyebrow. He shrugged. “Perils of the mission, darling. She couldn’t keep her hands off me. I needed that notebook. And I needed to be close enough to enchant her, you see.” His lips twitched as he watched your eyes narrow. “Don’t give me that look, kitten” he growled, “you fucking love it.” He swooped forwards, lifting you effortlessly over his shoulder and turning on his heels, striding towards the circular bed within the turret of the room. You hit the mattress with a soft thump, the luxurious duvet cushioning the fall before Loki descended. His messy kisses devoured you, working down between your breasts as you spread your thighs wider, heels resting on the edge of the bed.

You ran your eyes up his body, the blue fabric of his suit snug around his tantalising thighs. The creases at his hips flexed as he unbuckled the expensive leather wrapped around them. Fuck, you loved that sound. He shrugged off his suit jacket, casting it aside over Ms Boleirov strewn on the sofa.

You giggled as he unzipped his trousers, unleashing his cock with a snarl as he leant forward between your open legs. His hands ran up your calves, eyes glinting with lust at the sight of your thigh-holsters clasped against naked skin. “Now, the hundred gold coin question, my love...are you wearing any panties?” he said coyly, sliding a hand slowly up your tingling skin. You bit your lip, throwing your head back as he trailed a finger through the bare wetness. “Agent…” he chided, in a very Rogers fashion. “This is certainly not mission appropriate.” You giggled again, pulling his tie as he managed to slip his cock inside you with one graceful movement.

You moaned loudly, feeling the bed shift backwards with the force of his thrust. “Quickly, Loki…” you murmured regretfully, the silk of your dress pooling around your open thighs. Loki growled, flicking his hair back as his mouth fell open.

“It’s been a week since I’ve had the pleasure of your company, darling...I don’t think speed will be a p-problem..” he grunted, lowering a hand to gently rub your aching clit. His fingers slid against the slick of your juices, the feeling of his cock sliding into you repeatedly making him whimper as he squeezed his eyes shut. “Norns, Y/N you are...so...uhhh...gods, I missed this my beautiful temptress...fucckkk.” “Who do you belong to, Loki?” you groaned loudly, hearing him pant as he gained pace. “You, darling. I belong to you. No one could ever c-compare...I swear it by all the..fuckk...g-gods.” “That’s right, baby…” you murmured, biting his lip hard. He hissed, his eyes glinting with danger as you pulled away.

“Maybe you’re my god-slut, Loki...always so eager to please.” you goaded, watching his jaw clench as he fought the urge to rail you even harder. “Seeing you with that woman was so...uhhh...I thought I was going to...fuckkk...burst Loki, godddd…” Your cries escalated, squirming beneath him as he brought you to the brink. He would keep you there. Until it suited him. “So possessive. So needy...perhaps I should make you jealous more often, darling. Y-you, uhhh...seem to en-enjoy it.” He squeezed out the words through broken breaths, the muscles in his neck straining against the need to empty himself inside you immediately. Loki pinned your wrists above your head, your fingers grasping at feather pillows as he bottomed out again and again. The noises from his throat were sinful. Guttural. Desperate. A pure chase for release as he worked your swollen clit beneath his talented fingers. You arched your back, raising your hips to meet every thrust of his heavenly cock as his breaths became shallow. Your dress had slipped up around your waist now, the dark silk fanning out like a pool of oozing tar on the white sheets. “I can’t hold on much l-longer...I..” he grunted, beautiful eyes simmering with bottomless need.

You propelled upwards, smashing against him in a ravenous kiss as his flattened fingers increased their pressure against your core. You groaned like a whore into his mouth as you came around him, clamping down on the thick cock filling you with every muscle you could spare. Loki’s moan of your name staggered from him, his body shaking as the hastened climax caught him by surprise; juddering with a deep moan as he rocked to completion inside your soaking pussy. Your heady pants filled the air as your foreheads touched. You brushed the tousled hair from his forehead, claiming him a final time with a deep, loving kiss. A loud pop sounded from the bathroom like a muffled gunshot; something heavy clattering against the tiles. Loki shielded your body underneath his as you braced, steadying yourself. The god flipped his head upwards, hair flying back as danger flashed in his eyes. He stood and tucked his cock back inside his trousers, striding past Boleirov to the bathroom door and throwing it open. “Oh...Odin’s beard.” he muttered in disgust, returning from around the corner with his face in his hands. “What?” you said worriedly, letting your dress fall around your ankles once more as you stood, readjusting your thigh holster. “Let’s be honest guys, there was never going to be a good time to do that.” Scott waved awkwardly as he peered around the door, his face a brighter red than the material of his suit. “I held out for as long as I could...I’m really, really...really sorry. I’ll be honest.. I was not briefed for this eventuality.” Lang stood, rocking on his heels as he waited for one of you to speak. He broke first. “Y/N you went all weird and took off...I was tryna be a good teammate, snuck under the door with the ol’ ant powers to save the day. If anything this is on...on you guys.” He cleared his throat, his face twisting in a grimace as Loki seethed. Your lover looked at you with frustration in his eyes. You shrugged, sighing deeply. “It’s done now. Scott, all you need to know right now is that no one can know. Not a soul, OK?” Scott mimed zipping his mouth closed, throwing the imaginary key to the side. Loki caught it in a fist, drawing it across his throat like a knife as Scott’s eyes widened in alarm. “Let’s go.” you said, wishing the ground would swallow you up. It was a quiet trip to the parking lot where Wilson was waiting in the standard unmarked van. Loki threw the side-door open, the wall of lights and comms equipment blinking unsubtly in the gloom. “Hey folks.” Wilson greeted you, as Scott climbed quietly into the drivers seat. “I procured the notebook, obviously.” Loki said, his signature smarm warming the air as he positioned himself on a bench to the side. He patted the only other available seat beside him. You slid into it. “Yah, great” Wilson nodded, “Did you manage to procure any panties for Y/N at the gift shop on the way out?” There was momentary silence before Scott snorted from the front, unable to contain himself. Wilson took off his headphones, ready to resume his position up front on the passenger side. “Here’s a top tip for the next time you wanna churn butter on the job, guys. Turn off your microphones.” He hopped out the side of the van, holding his arm briefly against the metal. “’God-slut’, man? Really?” he chuckled, shaking his head. The side-door slammed shut. You and Loki looked at each other in the back of the darkened van. Words were not forthcoming as you opened and closed your mouths in unison. Fuck.

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Neigbors and headaches

Pairing: Loki×Fem!Reader (other than some thirst, platonic)

Warnings: intense pain, some thirst, touch of angst and lots of fluff/comfort.

Word Count: ~1.700

Thank you @tessathechild for proof reading and helping me! 💙

What, Sel has actually managed to finish and post something once?! Its a good day!! Yes, this one story made it out of my 22!! drabbles and WIP's I've got.

Just a little thing I wrote, thinking of my migraines I sometines get. Saying that, I have written this based on my experiences with a few extras sprinkled in. So this is a cofort/hurt fic.

Loki has been your neigbor for over a year, but you never really spoke. The occasional 'hello' but that was it. Sure you know who he is, would be hard not to, considering he and his collegues are all over the news. Saying that, you are aware of his powers, his heritage and title, to you that just meant there was somebody in the building able to help in case of a robbery or shooting. Other than that, he was just another neighbour on your floor.

Which brings us to the problem. Youve got a migraine, the worst one youve ever had. Normally its located to one side, but this time its just your whole head, pain thundering against you skull. Three days it plagues you already, which is also the amount of time you barely slept. You got about four hours in total, every time you did fall asleep when the pain let off of you for a while, you got violently ripped from slumber again. It never went away for long. Which only made the sleep deprivation worse. Working in this state has been a challange, actually getting your work done impossible. To your horror, your boss noticed today, threatening to cut your payment short would you not 'change your work ethic'. As if you deliberetly got a migraine keeping you off sleep for days.

And you cant go to the doctor either since you got them on your toes already. The sheer amount of pain medications you get perscribed is, understandably, a red flag. The dosage and intensity of them, an even bigger red flag, but what are you surpossed to do?! They just dont work, none of them did.

Which leads us to you, currently knocking on Lokis, or how you adress him, Mr. Laufeyson, door. Its almost 10pm and the lack of sleep let all your pride melt away. You did not want to bother him, but you just cant bare it anymore. Your job is on the line for crying out loud! After a short time, the door opens; an annoyed Mr. Laufeyson peeking through the gap.

"Can I help you?", he beats you to it, irritation etched in his features.

"I'm sorry to bother you at this hour, but I have a strange request." Your heart is beating in your throat, maybe this wasnt a good idea after all, he does seem pretty annoyed.

"What is it?", he sighs, opening the door a little more.

He is wearing forest green pyjama bottoms and to your delight or horror, you arent quite sure yourself, no top. He looks like a marble statue you would see in renown museums and galleries. His chest is on eye level with you, makeing it difficult to not stare at his neatly trimmed black curls there. Your eyes wander to his perfect pecs, his well defined ribs leading down to his chiselled abdomen. That V-line made your breath catch in your throat for a moment, the small trail of hairs leading back down to that, sinfully, low hanging silk. Your eyes linger on the impressive bulge of your opposite for a second, a cleaning of his throat ringing in your tormented head, makeing you wince briefly. But also, you snapped your eyes up to his face again, your eyes blown wide in shock.

"Is it not a little rude to knock on my door at this hour, just to stare when I ask you a question?", his words seem displeases, but his lips are curled into a knowing smirk.

Now you clear your throat, a blush dusting your cheeks pink "What were you saying again?".

He gave a low chuckle, shakeing his head, "I was asking to what I owe your visit, Miss L/n.".

"Oh, yes, sorry. I- Ive got a bad migraine and could not sleep for three days now. I was wondering-", you stutter but get stopped by him.

"I see. Migraines are quite the torment for midgardians I have heard.", he lays a pointer finger to the bow in his upper lip, thinking.

"Yes. Mine arent affected by pain medications either, I would not bother you if they were.", you tell him earnestly, your eyes dropping to the floor.

"It is rather fine, shall we get to your apartment so I can figure out a way to help you?", he asks with a soft smile that calms you down like a weighted blanket.

"Really? Yes, that would be so nice of you, thank you so much." You sway a little, pulling at your sleeve.

"Let me just get a shirt and some shoes and I will be right there.", he tells you, leaning the door closed.

A moment later he returns, now wearing a basic grey v-neck shirt and some brown slippers. "After you.", he gestures with his hand.

You nod enthusiastically, which you instantly regret, your pain reigniting like pouring gasoline to an open flame. You groan in pain, holding onto the nearest wall, your head feeling like it is sinking and rising repeatedly.

"Are you alright?", he grabs your upper arm, holding you stable.

You groan a "yes".

"I dont think you are, lets get you home, come on.", he hooks an arm around you waist, helping you over to your door.

You dig out your keys, trying to open the door, but your vision is playing tricks on you. He grabs them from your hands, "Allow me.". He quickly has the door open, nudging it open with his foot. Finally inside, with your shoes off and seated on your little two-seater sofa, you look at him. The pain eased off a little by now.

"Thank you, Mr. Laufeyson. I'm very sorry for the trouble.", you twiddle your thumbs.

"No trouble at all. Call me Loki please.", he sits down next to you, a friendly smile playing on his lips.

"Y/n.", you smile back at him. There is a comfortable silenence for a bit, until another groan of yours breaks it.

"Its worse again?", you hear his voice through cotton balls, thats what it sounds like at least.

"Yea.", you whimper, unable to explain it further. He waits until your eyes open again and you take a deep breath.

"So it comes and does in waves?"

"Its always there, but I can function with that pain. But then there are these sudden intense pains that just have me helpless.", you explain to him, noticing you are a bad host, "I'm sorry, would you like something to drink? Tea perhaps?".

He waves it off, "You were barely able to speak a momemt ago, let alone brew tea. I am just fine, thank you. And those pains, are they pulsating, throbbing, stabbing,..?".

You think about it, "The normal, bearable pain is pulsating, the sudden ones are throbbing, like a jackhammer.".

He humms his confirmation and thinks for a moment. "I think I have a spell that could help with that, though only temporaryly I'm afraid.", he looks at you a little sad.

"That sounds good, please just make it stop for now at least.", you beg him, the desperation clear in your voice.

He nods, "Make yourself comfortable.". You lean back into the cushions, to which he whispers, "Very well.".

He turns to face you better, giving you direct view of his jaw muscles. "You will feel a tingling first. After that you will alternately grow cold and very warm. Do not worry, that is totally normal.", he explains to you calmly.

"Understood."

He lays his hand on your head, palm flat against your forehead. You look at it expectedly. "Close your eyes?", he suggest, you follow, "Lovely. Now just stay calm and breathe for me.".

Just as he finishes what he says, you feel your skin tingle, growing warm after a brief moment. Very warm and then suddenly cold. Then warm again, but it stays at a soothing temprature, like a heating pad.

The pain subsides, almost like a wave washing it into nothingness. You smile and humm at the peaceful release from your torment. You havent even noticed in how much pain you were for the last thee days straight, until it was gone.

"Better?", he asks you.

You leave your eyes closed, savouring this moment of peace, you confirm his question with a 'mhhm'.

You hear his low timbre of voice tell you something, but you cant grasp his words. Your exhaustion kicked in right away, sleep taking you in a matter of seconds.

"Should it come up again and bother you or if you have any side effects, come to me at once.", Loki tells her but doesnt get an answer.

He feels her body growing limp. "Y/n?", he asks her in a whisper, only getting her even breath as confirmation.

She fell asleep. He smiles to himself, 'Poor thing is exhausted.'.

He gets up to leave, but as he's stood in front of her door, he glances over one last time. 'She would rather sleep in her bed, I guess.', he thinks as he sees her beginning to slump over to the side.

He walks over to her bed, drawing back the covers and then goes to collect her into his arms. Carefully as not to wake her, he walks over and sets her down. He makes sure her head lays comfortably and drapes her duvet over her.

He conjures a piece of paper and a pen, writing her a little message.

Dear Y/n,

you fell asleep, so I took the liberty of moving you to your bed, ensuring you sleep comfortable.

I did lock your door by magic, but you can unlock it as usual.

Just in case you ask yourself how that took place.

I hope you are well rested and pain free when you read these words.

Loki.

He places it on her nightstand and leaves her apartment, locking it as he told her in the letter. That night, he, too, had a peaceful sleep, feeling a sense of pride of being able to help this sweet neighbour of his.

When you woke up, you were confused at first, but quickly found the note Loki left you. You are so ashamed for falling asleep on him, not even thanking him for helping you. How embarrassing.

You defently owe him one.

#loki laufeyson #loki x y/n #loki x you #loki x sick reader #sick fic #hurt/comfort #migraine #sexualapocalysesociety

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writing-for-marvel · 7 months

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For the Stardust Reblog Challenge: Summer Edition hosted by @liraketo

These are all the fics I've read in September. Please go show all these amazing writers some much deserved love! Also please remember to read the warnings for each individual fic

🔥 - smut | 💗 - fluff I 💧- angst | 😈 - dark

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Sam Wilson

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💗 Contentment by @/fluffyprettykitty

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Multiple Characters

💧💗 Sleep Deprivation by @brandycranby [Steve Rogers, Andy Barber, Curtis Everett, Ari Levinson, Jake Jensen & Ransom Drysdale]

💧💗 Romance Tropes with Marvel Characters by @angelltheninth [Steve Rogers, Bucky Barnes, Sam Wilson, Natasha Romanoff, Clint Barton, Thor Odinson, Loki Laufeyson, Tony Stark, Kate Bishop, Peter Parker]

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blackleatherjacketz · 5 months

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I See You

Loki x Mobius

Summary: Mobius tries his best to get over Loki... until he sends him a sign on Christmas.

Notes: This is my very angsty, very early contribution to @sarahscribbles and their Christmas Loki Fic event. It's how I'm dealing with the pain of the finale. Enjoy!

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The bright neon ‘Open’ sign flickers as Mobius sits down at the very first booth available, unbuttoning his suit jacket to get more comfortable in his seat. He gazes over the menu, glancing aimlessly over the words he’d seen dozens of times before in hundreds of different combinations, only none of them seem to make any sense to him at the moment. If he was being completely honest with himself, nothing had really made sense to him anymore; not after he left.

No amount of coffee he drank could sustain him. The food he ate lacked its usual flavor as the air felt flat and stale against his face, even if he was out on the water and the sun was still shining. He couldn’t sleep, yet he was always tired; too exhausted to wear his body out during the day to fall into a restful state at night. Instead he found himself staring at the ceiling with a bottle of whiskey in his hand as reruns of M.A.S.H. played in the background. That theme song seemed to be the only real form of comfort he was able to find until his body finally gave in, and his weeping eyes fell shut.

He could have kept his old life back at the TVA, but the pain of being there, of walking the same halls and touching the same surfaces without him at his side was just too much to bear. There was no way he could have stayed with all those memories haunting him like a ghost that everyone else saw and heard, but refused to address directly. He tried taking on other cases to distract himself, to get back into the practice of helping others, but he was of no use to them while his mind remained elsewhere.

He’d never felt more alone in his entire life.

He was stupid enough to think that he could fix this empty feeling by simply visiting some of Loki’s variants before he retired. He thought that if he at least saw his face or heard his voice again, it would be enough to place a cool balm over the gaping wound his sudden absence had carved into his soul. But not one of his variants knew who he was. None of them cared about him or found an excuse to touch him instead of admitting that they desired human contact, that they needed that closeness they were so deprived of as a child. None of them would fix his tie or grab hold of his arm just to bring him near, or even brush an eyelash off his cheek as those icy blues of theirs stared at him for just a little too long. None of them cared about anyone else besides themselves. None of them were ‘his Loki’.

Seeing their faces as they spoke down to others only made the pain that much worse, tugging at his insides as the man he came to know and love seemed to be even further away than before. So, he thought that a change of scenery might help, that if he let time pass in a completely different part of the world that he’d somehow be able to forget about him. About all of it, and eventually move on. But no matter where he went, no matter how hot or how cold, he always seemed to feel that nagging sense of longing, that inevitable… void inside him.

He always found himself wanting to tell ‘his Loki’ all about his new experiences, about the things that he saw or the people he met, to see what his reaction might be. He imagined that he’d raise his eyebrows at him in a sly, amused manner like he always used to, holding back his laughter with a tilt of his head. Or maybe he’d…

“Ready to order, sugar?” The waitress approaches him with her notepad, pulling him out of his thoughts and into the present as he remembers to look over the menu.

“I think I’m gonna need a minute,” he tells her, eyeing a faded picture of a club sandwich on the laminated piece of paper. “But I’ll start with a cup of coffee.”

“Sure thing.” She scribbles onto her notebook and leaves him to his thoughts.

It wasn’t fair. Any of it. How he’d run down those stairs so quickly without saying goodbye, that look in his eyes wet with sorrow as his lips pressed into a thin fine line. Sure, he’d saved everyone in the process, but what good was that if he had to go on living without him? What was the point of going out into the world if he had no one to share it with? It’s not like there were people here on earth he could openly talk to about his experiences, that there was anyone on any of the timelines who could possibly understand his plight.

Mobius stares at the empty seat across from him, wistfully imagining Loki’s tall, slender frame cramped into the squeaky old booth as he sighs in reluctant acceptance. He wonders, just for a second, what kind of coat he would have chosen to wear in the bitter cold of December as the snow falls down from the blackened sky. He fantasizes about how gorgeous his raven locks would’ve looked littered with the thousand different designs of snowflakes falling onto them, wondering if he’d brush them away or simply let them melt onto his skin. He wonders if he’d fall down if he took him skating at an ice rink, those long legs of his betraying him. He wonders how he’d feel about cozying up and watching a cheesy Christmas movie with a cup of hot cocoa.

DING DING!

Mobius turns in his seat as the diner’s door bell jingles, opening to a young man with his hands stuffed into his pockets. He’s about eighteen or twenty years old, brown hair with deeply saddened eyes as he looks around the nearly empty restaurant before sitting down awkwardly at the booth directly across from him. He can tell that the boy’s been crying, his insistent sniffling giving away the fact that his reddened nose and cheeks weren’t just from the frigid cold outside.

Why would a kid like that be alone, like him, on Christmas?

The waitress hands Mobius his coffee with a plate of cream and sugar on the side before walking up to the stranger, turning over her piece of paper for a new order. “What’ll ya have, sugar?”

Oh, I guess she calls everybody that.

The boy looks down at the menu, squinting a little to see through his saline soaked eyes before they seem to flash a shade of green. He smiles and looks up at her, confidently setting the menu down on the tabletop. “I’ll have a slice of key lime pie, oh and uh… one for him, too, please.” He points directly at Mobius with a mischievous grin.

What the shit?

The waitress nods and walks away.

“I’m sorry, did you just order me a slice of pie?” It hurt him too much to say the full name of the flavor out loud. Stupid, he knows, but he’ll get over it eventually.

The boy shakes his head as if to rid himself of the snowflakes that have landed on top of his head. “Huh?”

Mobius leans forward in his seat as his heart skips an expectant beat, pointing at him accusingly. “Did you just order me a slice of pie?” He repeats himself.

“Did I? Yeah, I guess I did.” He looks just as confused as he is, looking out at the dreary holiday weather before glancing back at him. “Look sir, I’m sorry. I can’t really explain it, but something told me to come to this diner tonight and order that specific thing.”

Something? What the hell was he talking about? It couldn’t be…

Mobius just stares at the young man, his mouth agape as the waitress sets down each of their slices in front of them. They’re almost identical to the ones he and Loki ate together at the TVA, right down to the very color and the candied lime on top as garnish. “What?”

The boy puts his hands up in defense, twisting his face with worry as if he expects to be met with anger and aggression.

Mobius knew that Loki was out here beyond time and space holding their universe together, that their lives were literally in his hands, but he didn’t know exactly how closely he was watching, or if he could actually see him at all. He didn’t know if he could interfere with even the smallest of events, but now he knows he’d be remiss to think otherwise. How else would this boy know to order that exact thing for him? How else would he know to come here to find him, all alone on Christmas night?

There’s no such thing as coincidence.

“Yeah,” is all Mobius can think to say, shaking his head in disbelief. “Thanks, kid.” He picks up his fork and digs into the bright green triangle.

“Sir? Can I sit with you?” The boy asks, quickly standing up with his plate and doing so anyway.

“Umm, yeah, sure, I, uh…” he stammers, half wanting to stay in the dark abyss of his memories instead of being present with this stranger who seems to be a little… wait a minute. Mobius recognizes him from his file at the TVA.

He was no stranger to the multiverse at all.

His grief had blinded him to the suffering of this child, this lonely wanderer who had just recently lost all of his friends and family, too. Mobius was so down about losing just one person, that he didn’t notice this kid who had no one else left. His name was Peter something, Peter… Parker, if he remembered correctly, the spider kid. Their stories weren’t the same by any means, but they were definitely in the same boat, both of them trying to stay afloat in worlds that no longer knew them.

“I see you,” he whispers to himself, hoping that Loki can hear him.

“Thanks, Mister…” the boy trails off before taking a bite, tilting his head in hopes of getting his name.

Mobius thinks of giving him the name of his alias, of keeping up the ruse he’d put on for the rest of the world, but decides that Peter could be the one person he tells his real name to. That he could at least give him that. It is Christmas, after all.

“I’m Mobius.” He states confidently, holding out his hand for him to shake.

“I’m…” he begrudgingly finishes his bite, trying not to make it too obvious that he doesn’t quite like the flavor.

“Peter.” He shakes his hand without thinking about what he just called him, the first genuine smile crossing his lips since he left the TVA. “I know.”

The boy’s eyes fill up with tears, his lips quivering as he tries his best to press them together, still holding onto Mobius’ hand in a redundant shaking motion. “You know me?”

Mobius nods in silence, holding back his own tears as he allows himself to hold space for this kid who has to be even more scared than he is. “Something like that.”

“But I don’t remember meeting you, Doctor Strange said that no one else could…”

“I know.” He whispers, wondering if this is Loki’s way of comforting him until he figures out how to come back; someone to help him get through the pain of it all, and vice versa. “It’s gonna be okay, kid. Let’s just say that we know a few of the same people.”

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sarahscribbles · 2 years

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Kinktober Day Four || Sensory Deprivation

Word count: 963

Pairing: Loki x f!reader

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You had anticipated glossy green silk of the deepest jade rippling enticingly through the tips of his elegant fingers, had even envisioned the prominent veins in his hands bulging through pale skin as he snapped it taut. One thing that never failed to have your core twist with need for him.

Or, perhaps tonight he would forgo silk in favour of moss green velvet that would wrap around you as soft as an early spring sun, sitting snugly against your flushed skin as it plunged your world into darkness.

What you hadn’t anticipated, though, was what Loki was only moments away from doing to you.

“Spread your legs wider, dove,” he murmured softly from where he stood in front of you. Already his smooth voice was rough with desire, heavy with the need for your cunt wrapped around his cock.

Obediently, you slid one foot along the wooden floor, each tiny groove sending a gentle tickle along the sole. Above you, the intricate gold chains that bound your wrists and secured you to the ceiling clinked quietly with the slight movement and, once you were still, Loki’s piercing eyes roamed over you slowly, drinking in the sight of your naked, bound body on display for him. You fought a tremble at catching the brief second of his tongue darting out to wet his lips.

“Beautiful, darling,” he said, closing the distance between you both with a single step and letting one finger fall to graze along the sensitive skin of your inner thigh. You breathed in deeply, letting your hips lean hungrily into his touch in a silent plea for more.

His fingers ghosted lightly over the skin of your stomach, making your muscles jump beneath his touch, and continued between your breasts, over the dip of your collarbone until he was roughly grabbing your chin in his hand, forcefully turning your head to meet his sharp green gaze. “Move an inch from this position and I’ll punish you. Do you understand?”

You swallowed thickly, feeling your stomach jump with the intensity of his gaze. “Yes, Loki,” you replied easily, the obvious arousal making your voice shake. He had yet to touch you in the way you were craving him, had yet to place so much as a pinky finger between your thighs, but the firm feel of his fingertips gripping your jaw was enough to have you aching for him.

“Good girl,” he purred, sealing his lips to yours in a blistering kiss that set your senses aflame and had you tug against your restraints. “I love you,” he added gently and rested his forehead against your temple.

The feel of his seidr was instant, its warmth trickling lazily through your veins like molten gold. You closed your eyes to bask in its lingering glow, relishing the sensation of being so intimately connected with the man you loved. It was a feeling you wished that you could bottle.

Mere moments later Loki placed a gentle kiss to your cheek in a silent command for you to open your eyes.

When you did nothing had changed - you were still in your room in the compound and Loki was still stood in front of you - but there was a subtle shift that told you everything was different. While Loki appeared to be standing just out of your reach at the foot of the bed, you could still feel the soft brush of his jeans against your thigh and the gentle fanning of his warm breath against your cheek.

He had blinded you to reality.

“Much more entertaining than any blindfold, hmm?” he murmured in your ear while still remaining out of your touch.

The illusion he had cast of himself moved towards you, lips parted and a softness in his eyes that had you tilting your head back in preparation for another kiss, yet when you should have felt Loki’s soft lips collide with yours, you instead felt a vicious twist of your nipples that filled the room with your sharp cries.

Beside you, Loki let out a low growl of laughter. “What you see isn’t what you’re going to get, dove,” he taunted in your ear.

Your breathing continued to come in short, sharp pants as you reeled from shock, but your cunt was aching, throbbing for him to do it again. Each remaining sense was heightened, on high alert for where the next attack would strike from.

It was intoxicating.

“Please, Loki. More,” you begged him, voice already husky with desire and a pool of wetness forming between your thighs.

Wordlessly, you felt him leave your side, though his illusion remained before you with a twisted smirk on its face. It approached you on quiet feet, the same look of hunger in its eyes that the Loki of your reality often wore while gazing on your naked body.

“So very needy tonight, aren’t you?” it teased and reached two slim fingers between your thighs to massage your clit.

You bucked your hips in excited anticipation, but once again, when you should have been met with the cool touch of Loki’s expert fingers, you felt the sudden, sharp sting of his leather riding crop biting your sensitive clit.

“Fuck!” you cried out, tugging violently against the delicate gold encasing your wrists, listening to them clink wildly above you while sharp nails dug into your palm to channel the bite of pain. “What was that!”

Close in front of you, but just to the left of where his illusion had returned to stand, you heard Loki laugh low and dark. “Oh, my darling, that was nothing. I haven’t even started with you.” Still blind to the reality of your surroundings, you heard your vibrator buzz to life. “We’re going to have such fun tonight.”

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holymultiplefandomsbatman · 1 year

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Hold Me Now [Loki Smut Blurb]

Soft!Dom Loki x Sub Reader (afab reader)

Words: 747

Warnings: NSFW, 18+; edging, denial, sensory deprivation (blindfold), praise

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Everything was dark. Your heavy breathing echoed through the room, the sound louder than usual since you couldn’t see anything.

Your hands gripped the sheets as another vibration sent shocks through your body. You were so close now... It wouldn’t take much more.

The vibrations disappeared. Your frustrated cry burned in your throat.

“Shh, my love…”

Loki’s breath tickled your ear. The deep baritone of his voice made you squirm even more.

“You’re doing so well, darling… Can you hold out for me?”

You whimpered desperately, shaking your head. You didn’t want to disappoint him but your body was just too sensitive. Loki had kept you right on the edge for hours now – at least that’s what it felt like. If he touched you again, you would come.

“C-can’t!” you managed to say through gritted teeth.

Loki’s hand ran through your hair, the sensation enough to make you tremble.

“Please darling, just one more. I know you can do it. You’ve been so good for me tonight, so perfect. Just one more and I promise I will make you come…”

You groaned quietly.

Even after all of it, you knew you could trust him.

And you did. Wholeheartedly.

You nodded.

Loki’s lips caressed your forehead. “Thank you, my love. Just this last one, I promise you.”

The vibrations returned, stronger this time... or did it only feel that way?

Electric shocks traveled up your spine and your whole body tensed up in response. An almost animalistic growl was torn from your throat.

“C-can’t! Please, I need –“

Loki’s hand gently stroked the top of your head. His lips brushed your forehead again, sending an entirely different kind of shiver through your body.

“Shh…” he whispered softly into your ear. “This is the last one, I promise. You’re doing so well, darling. It won’t take long now. Just hold on, you can do it…”

His voice was the only constant in the darkness, and you clung to it with every last shred of sanity you had left. You wanted to do it, for him. You wanted to make Loki proud.

Just as you were about to tumble over the edge, the vibrations disappeared again. You collapsed onto the bed, shaking violently. Tears were streaming down your face now.

Gentle hands quickly removed the blindfold from your eyes. Loki wrapped his arms around you as he pulled you into a sitting position on his lap. He caressed the back of your head, whispering soothing words into your ear.

Your hands clung to his shirt as you sobbed into his chest.

“I need to come, Loki… I need it so badly… Please, please, please…“

Loki rearranged your body on his lap so you were straddling him. He kissed your head tenderly. “I know, darling, I know… Just lean on me and let me take care of you. I will help you, I promise.”

One of Loki’s hands wandered between your legs while he held you close. His fingertips gently stroked your clit, bringing your hypersensitive body to the edge once again.

You sobbed into his chest, trembling all over. Your voice was barely above a whisper as you begged him to let you come this time.

Loki wrapped his arm tighter around you and held you against his chest, supporting your body as you shook and shuddered in his embrace. He kissed your forehead repeatedly.

“It’s alright, my love. You’re safe with me. Just let go, darling… Yes, there you go, that’s it… I’m so proud of you, you’ve been doing so well. Come for me, my love, you can do it.”

A heart-wrenching sob left your mouth as your orgasm finally washed over you.

Every last bit of strength left your body. You collapsed forward into Loki’s chest, the pleasure coursing through your veins rendering you speechless.

Loki simply held you in his arms until your orgasm subsided. Then he laid you down on the bed and covered your weak body with a blanket before enveloping you in another loving embrace. He whispered something in your ear but the words barely reached you through the white noise in your ears.

You didn’t need to understand though. Loki’s caring tone was enough to reassure you. You snuggled further into his chest, curled up in his embrace. He held you gently, one of his hands caressing your back while he mumbled words you couldn’t decipher.

The deep rumble of Loki’s voice soon guided you into a peaceful slumber.

You were safe.

@sarahscribbles got into my head and then this happened. You're welcome... I actually wanted to post this for Loki's birthday but I was too exhausted, so I posted it now.

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ciaossu-imagines · 1 year

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This is a smut headcanon free space: what is your recent favorite smut headcanon about any character? :)

Wow! This is such an amazing ask, because it really does give me so much freedom to rant. I have so many smutty headcanons, so I just chose one recent, or strongly held one, for one character from each fandom!

For KHR, Skull gets really turned on by long make-out sessions and likes to drag them out. He also really likes the fact that, these make-out sessions, they leave his lipstick – his colours – all over his partner. It’s his favourite way of marking them up.

For K, Enomoto watches a lot of really fucked up hentai. Nothing with underage characters, because even the hint of that will absolutely sicken him, but some really kinky or extreme hentai tropes…he’s actually pretty chill about them now because he’s watched so much of it. He definitely has a playlist and monster fucking?? Up his alley.

For Nanbaka, Rock has a fantasy of using that Magic Shell chocolate ice cream topping in the bedroom. He really wants to pour it over his partner’s breasts, let it harden, and then he wants the fun of licking and nibbling it off…that or he wants to see if he can remove it in one whole piece so that he’ll have an edible mold of what he considers the most perfect tits in the world that he can munch away on (after he finishes ravishing them).

For Iruma-kun!, Opera really has a thing for brat-like subs.

For Bungou Stray Dogs, Fyodor…well, let’s just say that what he has in imagination, charisma, and mental stamina more than makes up for what he lacks in actual physical stamina.

For Servamp, Johannes would definitely be completely into strapping his partner down on an examination table and then running all sorts of sexual ‘tests’ on them to see what really makes them tick that way…and yes, he would be more than willing to incorporate toys into there.

For Saiyuki, Sanzo is the least picky of the main boys about his sexual partner’s physical looks but, given his nearly non-existent libido and his dislike for ninety-nine percent of people touching him, he’s the pickiest about who he has sex with overall.

For Mystic Messenger, Zen likes to throw his hair up into a ponytail or bun before sex just because it tends to get in the way…that, and a partner laying on your hair…not so much sexy as it is painful.

For Ikerev, Loki has a huge ‘marking’ kink, both giving and receiving.

For ES21, Suzuna likes to have sex while wearing her cheerleader’s uniform…and would be into roleplay.

For The Outsiders, sex with Two-Bit tends to be really goofy and fun and he actually gets really nervous if sex gets too serious and romantic.

For Ronin Warriors, Kento always grabs a snack after sex and really likes morning sex because then he gets laid, gets breakfast, and it’s the ideal start to any day, right?

For Kekkaishi, Masamori would be really into blindfolding his lover and possibly experimenting with other sensory deprivation type play on them.

For GetBackers, Shido doesn’t need any beastly form like Ban has joked…that boy is just naturally fucking hung. Biggest dick out of the whole cast of characters, to the point it’s intimidated some of his former partners. He’s careful about getting his partners used to his size though instead of just expecting them to take it all right away.

For Blush Blush, Sven can hold entire conversations during sex…not dirty talk or conversations about what’s happening, but just normal ass, run of the mill conversations.

For COTT, Odie ends up biting his lips or worrying them between his teeth a lot during sex.

For Ultimate Spider-Man, Flash gets too enthusiastic during sex sometimes and can cause accidents…he’s tumbled himself and his partner off the bed at least once.

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acasualcrossfade · 1 year

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Whumpril: Disoriented

Written for @whumpril: Disoriented | Sensory Deprivation | “Where am I?”

Marvel, Loki, Loki and Mobius

Rated: T, Words: 902

TW: restraints, dizziness

Loki wakes up in incredible pain after being rescued from Sakaar.

“--ki? Loki?”

Voices came muffled through Loki’s tinny ears and he slowly felt the feeling crash back into his body. He gasped, arching up from the ground as he registered the way his body burned. His blood felt like white hot poison searing through his veins; it hurt everywhere. Loki thrashed against it as if to rid himself of it, but the pain held him tight.

His throat constricted, swallowing his voice away and replacing it with gasps and mutters.

They didn’t know. They didn’t know about the poison.

The pain threatened to burn him alive as he thrashed against it. No position held any more comfort than the last. He panted through uneven breaths; surely he was going to die here.

Only a few words filtered through his haze of anguish.

“In…can we give…anything?”

More muffled sounds.

“...pain..too great…not sure...”

Something grabbed at his arm and Loki reared back. The touch felt as if a million tiny blades stabbed at him relentlessly with their blades aflame.

Blinking did nothing to help his blurry vision. Shapes blurred and floated in misshapen blobs above him as he struggled to make sense of his surroundings.

“Wh-wh…” Words broke out of Loki’s mouth, and his constricted throat made it impossible to speak. Still, he forced himself to try again. “Wh-wh–”

Then, his blurry vision went dark and he could feel a cloth over his eyes. The world went dark.

Loki froze for a moment, the pain forgotten, before rearing up and off the ground in defense.

He couldn’t see.

He reared and thrashed against the hands that pulled and held him, screaming hoarsely at their touch as the pain intensified. Loki felt as if his very bone marrow was alight in flames.

“...off!....off right now!”

Immediately, Loki’s vision went white as the world blurred back and the hands and touches were gone. Loki nearly wept with relief.

He winced as something sharp pinched his leg, and then found he could breathe as the searing pain ebbed away. The burning morphed from white hot to a steady sizzle, and Loki felt the heaviness in his chest release and he sucked in deeper breaths. The room spun as he caught his breath and he swallowed against the nausea.

A hand pressed against his forehead and immediately, Loki shook his head to shake it off, but the touch was light enough to cause almost no pain. “Loki? Loki?”

The voice was almost deep enough to be Thor’s, and Loki abruptly stopped struggling. His blurry vision could make out two blue eyes above him.

Thor? Thor? “Th-Th-” Loki stuttered, searching his blurry vision for those eyes, for his brother.

“We’ve got to hold you down for this,” the voice said. The blue eyes were trained steadily on him and Loki stared up at them, the singular clarity in a sea of blurriness.

The sudden pressure against his arms, shoulders, and legs was enough to make his blurry vision dot.

There were too many hands. Too much...

Loki wasn’t sure how much more he could handle.

The darkness invited him easily and Loki could feel his resolve slipping as he fought against it.

“--with us, stay with us!”

The voice was earnest and Loki wanted to tell them he was trying, but exhaustion pulled at his vision.

“M’n,” he mumbled. The darkness had almost closed over him like a blanket when suddenly, the pressure lifted. The relief left Loki gasping like a fish out of water, choking as the incredible pain shuddered out of him. He curled into a fetal position, suddenly aware that he was on his side.

“You’re okay,” the voice came. “You’re okay.”

He felt a presence on his shoulder, and realized the man had placed his hand there. This time, the touch felt steadying, and helped bring him back to the present.

Loki blinked, his vision beginning to clear. He expected to be somewhere in the Grandmaster’s suite or on Sakaar. Instead, drab beige walls came into view and he felt the scratchy material of cheap carpet under his palms. The place smelled of carpet and Loki squinted as he adjusted to the bright fluorescents. The bright, white light stabbed at him and Loki squeezed his eyes against it.

A second later, the lights dimmed.

The man knelt in front of him, and quickly pressed a hand to Loki’s forehead before nodding. “The antidote should be working the poison out. Whatever they gave you was designed to kill you upon departure.”

“S-so we d-don’t l-leave,” Loki mumbled hoarsely. He blinked and those same blue eyes came into view. The man in front of him wasn’t Thor. Rather, it was a man with white hair the color of Jotunn snow.

“I’m Mobius,” the man introduced. “Do you know who you are?”

Loki pushed himself up on one elbow, hating the way his arm shook with effort. “L-Loki of Asgard. I’m a god.” He took in the drab room; where on Sakaar was this? He almost was afraid to ask, but nothing looked familiar. “Wh-where’s the Grandmaster?”

Mobius blinked. “We rescued you from Sakaar. You weren’t supposed to be there.” He looked at the small pad in his hand. “It’s my job to put you back on the timeline where you belong.”

“Timeline?” Loki forced himself to push himself upright. “Where am I?”

The man, Mobius, gestured to the drab room. “Loki, welcome to the TVA.”

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