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ghostly-lee · 2 months
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Silly little animation -kinda
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mochie85 · 4 months
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As part of your 1k celebrations I would like to submit the following prompt for consideration 😁♥️ feel free to bend it to your will.
Your colleague Loki finds himself in your rooms at Stark Tower for (fairly) innocent reasons.
You arrive back unexpectedly. He hides, at first.
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Fairly Innocent
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A/N: I apologize, with my whole heart, that it has taken me this long to finish this request. So long, that I have reached a new milestone since this request was made. But I hope you enjoy it. Pairing: Loki x Female Reader Word Count: 3.5k Warnings: Explicit. Smut, hand job, oral (female receiving), slight DOM vibes, voyeurism, shower scene, mention of 'toys'. Happy ending. Dividers by: @firefly-graphics
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Your room was dark and cold. The curtains were shut leaving a small sliver of light shining from the cityscape outside. There was a stillness in the air from being untouched the last two weeks. “Now, where did she put you?” Loki hummed while looking around your room. He wandered in, using the access code you had given him. His prying eyes scanned and noted how orderly you left your room. And even after some time away, the room still smelled like you. Like citrus blooms on a winter morning.
Loki lent you some practice daggers a while ago and was keen to get them back. They were dull and lightweight. Perfect for beginner enthusiasts like the Widow, who wanted to add a new skill to her ledger. Whom Loki had promised to train, alongside you, in Asgardian combat.
Loki rummaged through your bookshelves, thinking you might have stashed them along with your books and souvenirs from your travels. He knew you loved to read. Your voracious appetite for mysteries and novels rivaled his own. He noted Robert Frost and Agatha Christie situated alongside the many romance novels.
Peculiar, he thought. He’d never known you to be interested in such fiction. You two had always discussed classic literature or Asgardian poetry. A Cheshire grin appeared on his face as he took a book with brightly colored Post-it notes sticking out of the top pages. He opened the paperback to a dog-eared page that was clearly read and reread extensively.
Lucy moaned as Cade’s fingers dipped inside her wet pussy. Trills of pleasure ran up her spine, making her unable to stand any longer. He gently stroked her as he whispered on her neck, “Don’t fight it, baby. Let go for me.”
Loki shut the book closed with wide eyes and a wider grin on his face. “Well, well, well. Who knew that the Avenger’s little darling liked to read smut?!” He said to himself looking at the volumes of romance books you had. He was quite impressed by your ability to surprise him. He thought he had you figured out. He might have to tease you about this when you return from your mission.
Loki searched your closet next, but he couldn’t find the daggers. He combed through hangers of clothing and shelves of shoe boxes till he stumbled upon several silk bags with rope tie enclosures. One bag had the length and shape of the daggers he was searching for. How sweet of her to care for the daggers and stash them in a silk purse. Loki opened the bag and reached in but was again surprised at what he found.
He pulled out a black, patent leather collar with a gold buckle. Glistening under the bright closet light, was a heart-shaped tag, hanging from the center. The name ‘Darling’ was inscribed in cursive. Stunned, Loki looked inside the sateen bag and pulled out what he mistook for his daggers- a short, riding crop that matched the patent leather of the collar. Hanging from the handle was a gold chain that had a tag etched, ‘Darling’s Master.’
An intrusive fantasy came unbidden in his mind. It was of you on all fours, with the collar adorning your neck and him standing behind you rubbing the tip of the crop against your dripping heat. “What other deliciousness are you hiding, my dear?” he whispered as he stowed the collar and whip and reached for another silk purse. Every bag he opened had a different set of negligees. Each one was more lascivious than the last.
The smile on his lips got darker as his body started responding to the different scenarios playing in his head. Each scene- novel and unique, to the set of lingerie he opened. More than once, he had to stop himself from reaching inside and rubbing the fine lace between his fingers. “Nope! No,” he chided himself. “Focus. I’m here for the daggers.” Loki took one last look and walked away before he could swipe one of your lace panties and put it in his back pocket like some pervert. “Daggers. Daggers…where are you daggers…”
He couldn’t stop smiling at the revelation he found. Memories of his last interaction with you played in his head under a new context. It was as if he was seeing you in a different light. Truth be told, he did always find you attractive. But he never once pursued it thinking it wouldn’t be favored by you, or any of the team. You didn’t get the title “The Avenger’s Little Darling” for nothing. You were beloved by all. And he was the untrustworthy, extra baggage that the team had to deal with so they could have Thor on their side.
He knew he couldn’t have you.
One last place he looked was your bedside table. If it’s not here, she must have taken them with her. Opening the drawer, Loki shouldn’t have been surprised at what he found, but he felt an exhilarating chill crawl throughout his body, nonetheless. A vibrator. A large, blue, silicone toy that was tapered at the end, was resting neatly inside. You naughty little minx.
Loki couldn’t help the state of arousal he was in. He stood up and stared at your toy, his fingers running puzzled against his lips. He imagined you spread on your bed, lost in the throes of your passion. What do you think about when you have your toy tucked inside your wet cunt? Who’s name do you moan when you’re at the edge of your climax about to fall? And how can he conspire to make sure you think of him?
Surprised, Loki looked up as he heard the keypad of your door unlocking. In a senseless rush, he closed your drawer and cloaked himself invisible. He didn’t want anyone to find him snooping around your belongings. He stood still as he blended with the shadows of your room.
He shouldn’t have hid. You did give him the access code to your room. You trusted him enough to be in here. But there was something so intimate about the things he found. He felt exposed and guilty. Loki didn’t want anyone to think of him being nefarious with you.
A small sigh of relief flooded him when he realized it was you, back from your assignment. He opened his mouth to speak and announce his presence, but he couldn’t. So many questions rushed through his mind. He wanted to ask all of them! Yet, he was struck immovable by your presence.
Had you always been so lovely? Had your eyes always been that bright and alluring? Your smile, an invitation for his lips?
Were his discoveries about you finally shedding light as to who you might be, underneath the perfect façade you seem to have cultivated for yourself? Everything he found was, he swore to the gods, erotic and arousing. But it was the fact that you surprised him that made his level of attraction to you grow.
You walked in with a heavy sigh, setting your duffel bag down on your bed and your boots onto the floor. You didn’t bother turning on your lights, as you zipped your body suit down and peeled off your armor. A rather tame set of black lace underwear shaped your body. Your exposed skin turned a rich shade in the darkness of your room.
Loki noted some bruises and scars peppering your body. The fresh welts were colored green and blue indicating they were recent and most likely acquired from your latest mission. You massaged your neck and rolled your shoulders trying to ease the ache settling into your bones.
Loki watched as you made your way, routinely, to your en suite and turned on the lights. A loud rush of water from the shower rumbled through, disturbing the silence that had enveloped you both. It took his entire strength as a god to keep standing where he was and not follow you to watch.
New fantasies came unbidden in his mind of you naked and wet in the shower. I need to leave. I need to depart before I do something that both of us would regret.  He waited till he heard you close your shower door. The water made loud splashes as it hit against different curves of your body.
A few more minutes and Loki found he could move again. With a shaky breath, he exhaled and made his way to your door. He would’ve continued if it weren’t for your small sighs. Soft moans and whimpers traveled to his god-like hearing. She’s touching herself?!
Loki balled his fist to elicit pain. His fingernails dug deep into the pad of his palms, trying to overcome the overwhelming state of arousal he was in.
“…Loki…”
He stopped and nearly fell to his knees. You said his name! The honeyed tones of your moans dripped over him. Coating his entire body in primal need until it reached his cock and hardened.
He couldn’t leave now. He wouldn’t. He turned on his heel and slowly lifted his cloak, risking everything by pushing the door slightly more open.
Loki licked his lips at the sight of you lost in your orgasm. Your head was thrown back as water trickled down your body. The droplets guiding his eyes down…
…down…
…to where your fingers played with your aching cunt. Your hands explored your curves. Every dip. Every hollow. Every scrumptious mound that he wanted to devour himself.
He stood at your en suite door, his arms holding the frame above his head. He didn’t trust himself to come closer to you. Not until you allowed it. Not until you saw how his eyes became ravenous at the sight of you touching yourself to thoughts of him.
“Loki!? What the hell are you doing?” you screamed out, startled. His eyes traveled back up to yours as you finally acknowledged his presence. Your body turned flush from the heat of the water and the embarrassing situation you found yourself in.
Loki freed himself from your door and tried to answer. Nothing came out but a quivering breath and a small growl of desire. His eyes narrowed and he bit his lip. He took a step forward and closed your bathroom door behind him making your heart drop.  He slowly made his way to you. Sluggish feet carrying him across your tiled floors. “Don’t stop on my account, Darling.”
“Why are you here?” you demanded.
“I heard you call out my name. And I am nothing if not a benevolent god who answers your prayers.” It was as if a switch was turned on and Loki couldn’t stop until he had you.
He watched you back into the tile of your shower. You looked like a caged animal put there for his viewing pleasure. “Why are you here?!” you repeated. It’s too late to be demure. He’s seen everything.
“I came looking for the daggers I lent you. I looked everywhere in your room. I couldn't find them.” Loki’s voice was deep but clear. You could hear the dangerous desire in his tone as he reached for the door to your shower. On instinct, you reached for the handle, stopping him from opening it.
The chase became real. He had to have you. The last hour he spent combing through your suggestive belongings had built a naughty little version of you in his head. Like a puzzle. It was the most erotically charged moment he’d ever spent. And now? Now, you were denying him!
“Last chance, Darling. If you want me to leave now, say so,” he said with a smile. “But I promise you this. I won’t stop till I have you.” His breath steamed the glass doors. Your heart pounded inside your chest as you looked into his dark eyes.
You let go of the handle and stepped back. Loki opened the door slowly, anticipation building up and pooling in between your thighs. “Good girl.”
Loki walked into your shower, still clothed. The scalding water penetrated through his white cotton shirt making it translucent under the spray. You could trace the lines of his muscle underneath.  His hair became slick and affixed itself against his face. He towered over you, as he leaned over with one arm against the shower wall.
Fuck!
He lowered his face. His nose brushed against the tip of yours and you could taste his breath against your lips. “What were you thinking about?” he asked looking deep into your eyes. “And remember, I can tell when you’re lying.”
You quivered at his voice. You looked down embarrassed. “No, no. Look at me.” He said grabbing your chin and forcing you to look back at him. He kept his fingers on your face, gently stroking your jaw.
“I was thinking about you,” you admitted. Your voice was so small. You felt so fragile in his hands.
“Go on, sweet thing. What prayer can your god answer for you tonight?” he encouraged. You were mesmerized by his stare. His voice lulled you to a sense of heat and longing.
“I pictured…touching you,” you started. “I fantasized about your body holding mine.” Loki licked his lips and the tip of his tongue brushed against your mouth. It tingled and the sensation moved throughout your body, awakening every cell within it.
“Like this?” he asked, grabbing your hand gently and placing it underneath his soaked shirt. He guided your hand up his torso and held it there. You could feel his heart thumping in his chest as he guided you over his stiff nipple and then down his lean abs.
Loki didn’t take his eyes off you once. He watched how your eyes widened at his boldness. How your lips parted when you finally touched him. How your whole body moved just a fraction closer to him, capturing him in a lust-filled haze of his own.
He continued steering your hand down his body, past the hem of his pants to his aching bulge. He was big. And hard. You couldn’t imagine what he would look like, what he would feel like, once he took it out. He kept your hand on his cock, driving your hand up and down. “Keep your hand on me,” he instructed. The steam from the shower did little to prevent the shiver that ran down your spine. Nor did it hide the wetness that was now dripping from you.
“Can you feel how hard I am for you?” his arms encircled your body, pulling you closer to him. His mouth incased your lips in an uncontrollable kiss. He weaved his deft fingers into your wet hair, pulling your head back to kiss you at a deeper angle.  He inhaled deeply, smelling the clean scent of your soap and shampoo.
He groaned into your mouth when he felt your hand reach inside his pants and squeeze him tightly. Loki’s eyes rolled back as you expertly palmed his stiff cock. You felt the veins pulsing in your fingertips as you pumped his dick mercilessly. He leaned over you, caging you between the wall and his eager body.
“Don’t stop, Darling,” he whimpered in your ear. “Don’t stop.” Loki bucked his hips into your hands. He captured your lips one last time before he moaned your name, releasing the pent-up arousal he’d been holding in. He fell apart in your hands, and you continued till you milked every last drop from him.
Before the water could wash away your efforts, you licked off two of your fingers, tasting his offerings. “There she is,” he said with a devilish grin. He was waiting for the real you to come forth. You seemed so demure and shy at the beginning. Nothing at all like what he found out you were. The one who reads erotic novels over and over again. The one who hides their toy on the bedside table, ready to go. The one who has a patent leather collar with their pet name etched into it.
Loki growled at the memory. He will see you in that collar. He’ll make sure of it. “But for now, I want a taste,” he said to himself. Loki started with your mouth, sampling himself in your kiss. You winced slightly when he reached for your waist. Reacting from a sensitive bruise that you acquired from your mission.
“Do you think your body can handle a couple more bruises from me, Darling?” he asked earnestly. You swallowed thickly and nodded. Loki proceeded to grab your hips and hold you in place, while his mouth eagerly marked your neck. He continued down to the base of your throat as he knelt in front of you. He captured your breasts with his tongue, paying them each attention. Your hands rested on his shoulders, gathering the white cotton in your hands as you fisted it.
When he reached your stomach, he was gentle and sweet. His hands secured your waist, pushing you slightly higher. “Wrap your leg around me,” he directed. You obeyed and placed your left leg on his shoulder.
Drips of water still fell from the shower. Loki licked and slurped each drop that fell onto your thighs. He flattened his tongue and licked a wide stripe on your warm cunt. “Fuck…Loki,” you screamed when he latched onto your nub, flicking it with the tip of his tongue. He looked up at you and watched you as you threw your head back, your ecstasy showing through.
“Did you like that, Darling?”
“Mmyes,” you whined. “God, yes!”
Loki repeated his actions, holding onto your thigh, as he savored your clit. You couldn’t hold yourself up any longer. Your knees were weakening, and you had nothing to hold onto as your hands slipped against the tile of your shower wall. “Loki, please,” you panted.
“I need to be inside you,” he moaned. The sooner he can make you cum in here, the sooner he can properly bed you on top of your sheets. He looked deep into your eyes and you almost didn’t recognize him. Hunger and desperation were hanging on his brows. The sight of him in between your legs, the feel of his lips latching onto your folds, the weight of his fingers thrusting inside you. It was all-encompassing and all too consuming.
“Oh, God! Loki!” you screamed as he inserted another finger. You laced your hand through his drenched hair, pulling every time his tongue flicked your nub. “Please, I need you inside me too. I need…” your breathing came in harsher. The steam almost suffocating you as you come closer and closer to that edge, waiting to fall.
“Don’t fight it, Darling. Let go for me,” Loki quoted your book, making you clench around his fingers. One last thrust into you and you screamed your release. Loki lapped up your swollen pussy with a greedy smile, making you shudder.
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Hours later, you and Loki were lying on the floor of your room. Blankets and pillows surround you while your legs and arms tangle with each other, holding each other tightly. You were running your finger up and down his chest as he read aloud a passage from one of your “smutty romance books,” as he called them.  
His voice was magnetic and hypnotizing. Every word he said came to life inside your head. “Hmm, we might have to re-enact this one,” he teased after he finished a scene.
“Yes, sir,” you whispered, hoping he didn’t hear the last word you said. It just came out. You couldn’t stop yourself from saying it. From bending to his will and wanting to please him.
“I was curious about something,” he grinned, biting his lip. “Which I hope you can enlighten me...”
“Yes?”
“When I was looking for the daggers, I came across this.” He conjured up your patent leather collar and held it up against the dim light. He next conjured up the matching riding crop and showed you the tag that was hanging from the handle. “Who was your master?” Loki asked, unsure whether he wanted to know the answer. “Why do you have this and not them?”
“I never had one,” you admitted sheepishly. “I bought that in hopes of using it one day. But we never worked out.”
“I see,” he said with a devious smirk.
“It was so pretty. I couldn’t just get rid of it.”
“Sit up. Hold your hair, while I put this on you.” You obeyed his instructions. A pool of desire is already forming in between your legs as he tightens the collar around your neck. The heart-shaped tag, ‘Darling’ felt heavy and cold as he placed it neatly on the base of your throat.
Loki wiped his thumb over the tag of the whip. Newly etched, in bold letters, was his name instead. “Well, it’s mine now, darling,” he grinned as he tested the switch on his hand. The sharp thwack stung his palm. Your heart started beating quicker.
“On your knees,” he growled.
“Yes, sir.”
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mrsdesade · 19 days
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to the divine, mischievous, spark in you; 🌟
For sure my best Loki piece until now, I'm so proud of it! (and of him of course, we love you lonely god)
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( I must specify that this isn't a Loki x Sylvie art, the details of the woman dancing in the illusion was a little reference to an original MCU tales I'm drawing in this period because... hyperfixation. )
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falling-endlessly · 2 months
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darknight3904 · 5 months
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siennafrxst · 5 days
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🔭 ₊ ⊹ ~֒ forgive
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pairing: loki laufeyson x female reader
universe: mcu (marvel cinematic universe)
timeline: during thor ragnarok
word count: 0.7k words
cw: hurt/comfort
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You continue to stand observing the stars from afar, glimmering luminously before your eyes. Asgard has just been destroyed due to the events of Ragnarok and the people have lost their home — for now. They were currently heading towards Midgard via a spaceship to take refuge there. Midgardians were one of the lesser intelligent species across the nine realms, but they could be very welcoming at times. Maybe they could build a new life over there…
Footsteps begin to advance towards you from behind, causing you to snap out of your thoughts and turn toward the disruption, only to spot the God of Mishcief approaching you.
A surprised yet secretly pleased expression forms on your face at the sight of Loki. You hadn’t had a proper conversation with him ever since your… fight. About him faking his death twice and impersonating Odin for years and posing to be king and betraying all of Asgard and especially you.
Yeah. A fight was one way to put it.
“Loki,” you breathe softly.
Loki connects his emerald eyes with yours, seeming to be holding something back. He was never one to hesitate, you knew that. He was always so outspoken — you’ve never seen him so rattled like this.
“I… I’m sorry, and I love you,” he mumbles in a soft tone, breaking the eye contact.
Your eyes quickly shoot up towards his, surprised with his sudden burst of affection. Before you could even gather up the words to speak up, he interupts you.
“You don’t have to say anything or even forgive me, but… I realize that I haven't been the best partner to you, and for that I am.. sorry. You have only ever been good to me, and," he stops himself to gently grab your hands and pull you closer. "You deserve so much more. I promise to you that I will do better. If you will let me.”
He sighs deeply, finally maintaining the eye contact and taking a step towards you.
“I’ve missed you since the moment you walked away from me, and I deepy regret letting you go so easily. That will never happen again — I promise.”
After all these years, you are finally hearing the words you’ve been longing to hear from Loki — and then some. You always thought it was a farfetched fantasy, but for once, it actually feels as though he was willing to change. That this time might be different.
You’ve already made the same mistake — twice — forgiving him then only for him to repeat the same mistake and somehow make it worse than how it was before. But, that’s the thing. Even after all his lies, all the betrayals you have endured because of him…
You never once regretted forgiving him.
“The Loki Odinson, God of Mischief, owning up to his past? My, where have I been this whole time?”
Loki playfully rolls his eyes. “Don’t flatter yourself, darling.”
A soft yet meaningful smile curves on your lips as you take a moment to process the last word that he said.
“You haven’t called me that since our fight.”
“And you haven’t looked at me with those eyes ever since I faked my death.”
“With what eyes?” You raise an oblivious eyebrow, fully knowing what he was talking about.
Loki softly shakes his head at your teasing before you let out a light chuckle once more. You gaze upon the long-haired frost giant, biting your inner cheek as you watch Loki being vulnerable to you for the first time.
"Loki," you call out in a soft tone, one gentle hand snaking up to his shoulder. "I’m sorry too. I shouldn’t have let go of you so easily either. You were right — I was too quick to give up on us. But, never again. This time, we’ll try even harder to make things truly work. Agreed?”
A soft smile forms on his face — one that was sincere in a way that he never usually shows.
“Agreed.”
Before you could even react one more second, Loki cuts you off with an action that he only does once every blue moon. An action that neither of you can even recall when he last did it.
You feel gentle arms wrap you in a warm embrace. Being in his mere presence made you feel safe and at home — in a way that not even your physical home has ever made you feel. But being with him — reuniting with Loki once more — you knew, with the utmost confidence, that he was your true home. And there was no place you would rather be.
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A Visit to the Healer
A/N: Happy weekend! New smutty fic for everyone!
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Summary: Loki visits you, an Asgardian Healer one evening to relieve his burning ache.
Pairing: Prince!Loki x AsgardianHealer!Reader
Word count: 1202
Warnings: smut, 18+ DNI, mentions of sex etc..
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You are one of the acclaimed healers for the Royal Family in Asgard, a feat for someone your age. Most healers you work with were as old as Odin themselves yet you were just a bit younger than Princes Thor and Loki. Your penchant for herbology and healing magic earned Frigga's favor and Loki's attention - both being respective powerful magic welders in the realm.
You were wrapping up a day's work in your own personal greenhouse, you were immersed in the silence of the night, only hearing the sounds of nature - just how you preferred it. You were organizing the manuscripts and tomes for various potions that you were developing that was sprawling on top of the immense oak table when you hear approaching footsteps. Long, light strides crunching the leaves underneath. You peeked and saw a familiar face - Prince Loki. His chiseled face was illuminated by the moon and looking all regal in his emerald, and gold Asgardian garb.
"It's already midnight. Has mother been overworking you again yn?" the prince inquired as he draws closer to you.
"Good evening, Loki. Fortunately not, I was about to retire for the night. What brings you here tonight? You don't seem to look injured for you to need my healing power" you responded as you organized the last tome back into the shelf.
" oh but I ache, the pain rippling throughout my body like bursts of electricity, my core burning with a strong desire waiting to be quenched" he teasingly cooed in your ear, only to receive a naive response.
"Norns, that doesn't sound good, I'll prepare a potion to make you feel better" you gestured for him to sit on the wooden chair, feigning ignorance about what he just said. A blush crept up on your face but you looked away so Loki wouldn't notice.
"You know that's not what I meant yn" he said sternly.
You sighed, you were trying so hard to curb your growing desire for Loki, and him doing this isn't helping your case at all. You love how passionate he is about magic and every time he visits you would just talk about it. But this visit has a deeper meaning than the previous ones.
Did he perhaps like you too? "Tell me, what is it then that you desire?" you wanted clarity - knowing full well he wanted more than just your herbs and potions.
He drew in, his warm hand grabbing you by the waist to pull you closer. You can feel his warm breath as he nuzzles on the crook of your neck making your legs feel like jelly and you start to pool with arousal "I want to claim you - I can't fight this feeling for you any longer. I want you to be mine and mine only.. tonight and forever. Please tell me you want it too"
You tried to process what just happened but your mind had started feeling hazy from arousal, you knew you want it as much as he does, "yes - I want this and I want you"
He crashed his lips to yours in a slow and sensual kiss, tongues intertwining in a sweet dance. His hands roam to undress you without breaking the kiss and you fiddle to unbuckle his belt too. Your clothes drop by your ankle as Loki admires your supple body, glistening in the flickering light of the lanterns. You did free his cock as well, springing out of the tight confines of his trousers and towering angrily towards his belly. You were in awe of this sight and wondered if this could ever fit you.
You kissed again, now his hands roaming around your body, groping both breasts and occasionally flicking your nipples - making you groan. He lifts you up so you sit on the oak table, your legs spreading to show a wet cunt waiting to be filled. He started stroking his cock as he looked at you with his lust-filled eyes.
You started touching yourself as well, lifting a leg up the table as you drew lazy circles on your clit, making you moan in pleasure. Loki can't help himself, he rushes to grip your inner thighs, lifting and spreading both of your legs on the table now and sinking deep into your throbbing wetness. He hungrily devours you, his nose brushing on your engorged nub as he licks and sucks you. Occasionally he darts his tongue inside you.
He then proceeds to wet his digits and carefully burrows them inside you. You bucked your hips and gyrate to match the tempo as he thrust his fingers inside you. His pace quickened as you felt your walls clenching him tightly, you threw your head back as you orgasmed, flooding his fingers. He licked his finger clean from your sweet nectar as he does with your pussy too. Your whole body shuddered.
He moved between your thighs to position himself, moving your butt slightly on the edge. His cock twitched as he guided it to your folds. He teasingly drew a strip across before slowly burrowing the tip inside. You gasped at his girth as he continue to slowly inch inside you until he was balls deep. He felt your wet walls clamping down on him and you dug your nails deep into his back. The pain and the pleasure urged him to take it slowly. He thrust slowly out, only leaving the tip inside before thrusting in again. He started picking up the pace and releasing a feral grunt every time he pushes himself deeper. You responded by moaning his name over and over as he crashes into your sweet spot. The dirty squelching your bodies produce were like an aphrodisiac to your ears. Your toe fingers curled as you slowly ascend to climax.
"Loki... I... I'm about to..." You mustered in between breaths, tears forming on the corners of your eyes
"Cum for me, darling.. let it out." He shakily responded.
You arched your back and pulled him closer as you had your sweet release, flooding Loki's cock inside you.
"I'm cumming to yn... Oh fuck"
It was the last thing you heard before you felt his warm seed spilling inside you. He pulled out and slumped on a chair behind him as he marvels at the mess you both made - your legs still spreading as your pussy drips from your combined cum unto the table, and spilling unto the floor. You lie there exhausted as Loki groggily stands up to help prop you up.
"you did amazing, darling. Far better than all the nights I spent fantasizing about you. I love you" he whispered as he plants small kisses on your forehead.
" I love you too..." You trailed off as you started rubbing your legs together.
"my darling, you're still horny, aren't you? Oh dear, we need to fix that" he teased.
"It was just too good!" You shyly responded, pursing your lips.
"I guess we will be having the greenhouse all to ourselves tonight. You might need your stamina potions, darling" he quips as he takes you in for another kiss before pulling down the table and flipping you over so he could take you from behind this time.
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For All Time
Pairing - Loki x fem!reader
Summary - the reader was Loki's bestfriend since childhood until teenage and he was in love with her but maybe they were just never meant to be.
Warnings - death
Requested by - @akshinayak I reaally hope it was good enough and tysm for the request!
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They say breaking up with your partner hurts the most. That's not true, Loki thought to himself. They say falling out of love hurts the most. That's not true, he thought.
"What really hurt-" he whispered to himself and clenched his jaw. His crown of long, black horns feeling a lot burdensome. "-Is knowing that you would've had a chance, would've had a future together. But you didn't. All because of your own selfish reasons and insecurities".
He scoffed, leaning back onto his new throne, one that he ironically had no intentions of wanting and gripped the handle.
The frustration about himself melting away to make way for deep, agonizing pain and heartbreak as he caught onto a thread of your lifeline.
Loki's lips were tightly pressed together when he decided to watch over you, something that he had done last night itself. He couldn't help himself, seeing as your condition was deteriorating day by day.
With a deep sigh leaving his lungs, he closed his eyes, head leaning back against the throne as a certain memory drifted into focus. Putting everything else on hold.
"Fancy any one of them, do you?" Your playful voice asked when he looked at various pictures of princesses.
"Absolutely not," he slammed the last one on the table.
"Pity. I would've loved to see my best friend getting married".
Best Friend. He gritted his teeth, running a hand through the long locks and looking out of the window. That's all he would ever be. A best friend. Nothing more. Never.
Despite being able to sense emotions and read people well, the God of Mischief failed to recognise your feelings. He somehow never took notice of your lingering touches, of your constant staring and looking at him as though he had hung the stars."
Do you have anyone in your mind Loki?" You asked quietly and stood next to him. His emerald irises clashing against your golden-brown ones. "You can tell me, you know?"
You. Its always been you.
He wanted to scream it out loud, wanted to yell and make the whole world know the fact that it was you whom he had fallen for.
"There's no one," he answered abruptly and completely avoided your gaze, and in the meanwhile also not noticing the way your eyes seemed to dull.
He had loathed himself for every passing second after that incident. How different would life have been had he confessed his feelings right then?
He would still have to go through everything, but at least he could've had you right by his side. And that alone would've made all the difference in the world.
He swallowed the misery before regaining control and finally looking at you from high above. But in an instant his facade broke, face contorting in pain upon seeing your weak and frail body. A startling contrast to the strong and regal woman that you had once been.
"Oh my love," he whispered to himself, his eyes raking over every little change that had taken place in the short course of twenty four hours.
You had injured yourself, heavily. A group of oursiders had somehow managed to invade your territory, catching everyone off guard and naturally you had taken the lead.
Fighting alongside Lady Sif and your husband, Alvis.
Another painful wound struck his heart when he saw the said person entering your room, his face drowned in sorrow and desperation.
"How are you, my queen?" Alvis sat down next to her.. Next to his queen, Loki said in his mind.
"I am fine," you smiled back, your expression the epitome of exhaustion.
"Rest, yes?" He said and took her hands in his, caressing the skin. "I will be back soon enough, have to go through some work".
Loki watched as you barely managed to nod, he watched as your loving husband pressed a kiss on your forehead, something that he was supposed to do.
A harsh breath escaped his throat and he let go of the branch, his heart not being able to see its other half being in immense pain.
He had no rights, absolutely none to want himself to be in the place of your husband. He was selfish, arrogant, entitled, pessimistic whereas Alvis was the complete opposite.
You had found yourself a man who loved and worshipped you exactly the way you were supposed to be. He could've never been able to do that. You deserved someone so much better than him. Always.
"Would it be so bad, hmm?" You questioned softly, searching his eyes for an answer.
"I fail to understand what you are talking about," he muttered and looked anywhere but at you.
"I think you understand perfectly enough".
He didn't answer and walked away, because what else was he supposed to do?
"Is the idea how us getting merried so bad that you can't even look at me?" You asked, a small smile on your face.
"I did not say that".
"You surely implied that".
"I-" he cut himself off and turned to face you, his expression holding anger. "I do not wish to get married," he stated, his eyes glaring into yours but you were barely fazed.
"Okay," was all you could say and Loki immediately noticed the way your face changed drastically. You tried to offer him a smile, but for once he saw right through that.
"Okay," you repeated again, backing away from him, taking one step at a time which lead to a huge barrier between the two.
He merely watched you leave, rooted the spot. He probably didn't know it, but he had lost you at that moment. Not as friends no, you would always continue being friends. No one in the universe could possibly break one of the strongest bonds between two people.
"I love you," he whispered to the now empty room, falling down to his knees as a lone tear slipped down his cheek. "Always".
Loki let out a bitter laugh at the memories. Out of all the things he could've said, he uttered the most bitter lies.
He was a changed man now. He replayed all those moments in his head, being able to see all the chances that he had lost. Seeing just how hurt you had been from every selfish comment he had made.
What would he give to go back and change everything instantly.
It was unfathomable, the amount of love his entire being held for simply one person. Nobody ever came close, and never would. He may have been a narcissist, an arrogant liar, a tricking asshole.
But there was one thing that nobody else could do other than him. And that was to love you, adore you in such a way that a mere hiccup in your life caused him pain. To care for you like you held his lifeline in your rough, scarred, but soft hands. To want you in a way that nobody had done before.
Because that's how Loki has. If he loved someone, he loved them enough to terrify himself about the lengths he would go for, namely for the person's happiness.
He had done so countless of times for you, and unknown to him, you had cherished every single minute of those special occasions. Keeping them so close to your heart that they bloomed whenever you were happy and blocked your breathing when you were devastated.
He was lost in thought, but a sudden tug in his chest pulled him out. Loki frowned at the strange feeeling, his intuiton telling him something terrible had happened.
His breathing quickened as he gripped the branch, your branch, noticing the fading green light causing sweat to erupt on his forehead and neck.
"No, no no no," he chanted, feeling as though the world had collapsed upon seeing the scene in front of him. "No," he whispered, heart slowly but surely shattering.
He watched Alvis, tapping your cheek frantically and gently shaking your body as he yelled for the doctors to be brought. "Stay with me, my queen. The doctors are coming, please, stay with me!"
Sif was on your other side, holding one of your hand in hers, pressing the back to her lips. "I'm sorry," she whispered in between tears as her body shook.
Your face, Loki saw and swallowed. It was still as beautiful as ever. Those golden-brown eyes that made him catch his breath everytime he glanced your way, those sharp eyebrows arching whenever you narrowed your eyes playfully and that gorgeous smile that you presently held.
"I'm okay," you croaked out, "I'm alright".
The two people surrounding you simply cried harder at that, bowing their heads and pressing the back of your hand to their temple. Their way of paying respect to the bravest warrior they'd seen.
Loki's chest felt empty, as though his heart too was slowly dying, following his soulmate to the afterlife. Silent tears were flowing down his cheeks without a halt. There was only one thing he could think of to do now and he did just that.
Your eyes were half open, understanding that your end was nearing soon and you didn't have any regrets. You had lived a beautiful life inspite of the hardships.
But then a sudden warmth made you open your eyes completely for one last time. Your head tilted to see the rays of light gushing in through the open window, bathing your entire body in its glow.
You didn't fail to notice the green tint that was present and your heart skipped a beat, despite already being in a fragile state. "Loki," you whispered, your voice barely audible but the one who needed to hear it heard his name clearly.
And you took your final breath, a content smile on your face as your eyes closed.
His soul shattered next, everything suddenly feeling cold all of a sudden as he slumped back in his throne, breathing heavily and swallowing harshly.
"Rest easy, my love. I will love you, for all time, always," he said to the skies.
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Chapter 6 - Firsts
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Again, an excessive amount of fluff. I'm not remotely sorry. Also, a Thor & Volstagg cameo for laughs.
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Loki had spent the previous evening contemplating and rejecting countless ideas of where to take Anariel before deciding to keep things simple and hope she liked his choice.  At first, he had thought to take her riding into the forests, but immediately dismissed it as something that might make her uneasy.  He knew he needed to earn her trust and let her see he was sincere in his courting before he took her outside the city alone.  
Standing outside the door to her chambers he paced for a few minutes.  What if she had changed her mind about allowing him to court her?  Perhaps she’d merely felt sorry for him in the moment, and now regretted it in the light of a new day?  He took a deep breath and forced his swirling thoughts to calm.  He was a prince of Asgard, a warrior, and a master sorcerer.  Loki straightened his spine and knocked softly.
The door swung open and his heart leapt into his throat. Anariel stood before him in a flowing lavender gown, threaded throughout with silver.  Norns! How is she more beautiful every time I see her? he wondered.
Anariel bit the inside of her cheek to keep from giggling.  Loki stood in her doorway staring at her, clearly speechless.  
“Good morning, my prince.  Where are we off to today?” she asked, hoping to break through his apparent trance.
Mentally kicking himself for being an utter imbecile, Loki tried to unglue his mouth when Anariel spoke to him.
“I thought I would show you one of my favorite places, and may I say, you look absolutely breathtaking this morning,” he replied, his voice velvety as he finally found his silver tongue.
“Thank you.”  
She flushed when he lifted her hand to his lips and gave it a soft kiss, before tucking it into his arm and leading her towards the library.
As Loki led her through the endless rows of shelves containing ancient leather-bound tomes and carefully rolled scrolls the realization struck her as though it were one of Thor’s lightning bolts.  When Loki had come to her rescue at the feast and escorted her through the gardens she had picked up on his enticing aroma because he stood out so much from the rest of the palace's inhabitants.  Most made her queasy, smelling of sweat, ale, and musk.  Loki’s was different, subtle, not overpowering.  He smelled of cedar, magic, and one other note she couldn’t quite place.  Standing in the library with him now she realized it was the smell of parchment.     
It made sense, of course.  As they had entered the cavernous room Loki had confessed it was one of his favorite places in the palace.  There, he was generally left alone, could read and research spells and potions in peace, without the suspicious and mocking stares of other warriors.  The notes that made up Loki’s fragrance called to her.  Something about it reminded her of home, yet it was uniquely Loki.  Anariel found herself resisting the urge to lean against him and bury her face in his neck just to breathe him in. 
Loki’s stomach churned with anxiety as unfamiliar emotions flooded him.  He was determined to do things properly, whatever that meant.  He wanted to earn and be worthy of Anariel’s trust.  Watching her, his heart ached, because he could think of nothing he wanted more than to wrap her in his arms and hold her close.  The idea of such intimacy unsettled him.  His past sexual partners were just that, a physical need, the scratching of an itch, with no desire for entanglement or affection.  Yet, gazing upon the princess whose companionship he was desperately pursuing, he could think of nothing he wanted more than to embrace her and bask in her warmth.  
Loki sighed.  He felt certain it was too soon for her to welcome such affection.  He had not even been courting her for a full day yet.  He would have to be content to just hold her hand.  
Feeling Loki’s intense gaze, Anariel glanced up at him.  She couldn’t quite grasp the expression in his eyes.  
“What is it, Loki?”
He flushed, realizing he’d been caught staring, again.  Her hand slid from his and reached up to tuck an escaped curl back behind his ear.  Loki could not stop the soft sigh that escaped his lips.  Even the most idle caress from her delicate fingers made his stomach feel as if he was taking the Bifrost.
“This does,” he whispered as his eyes closed and he turned his head slightly so that her palm pressed against his cheek.
“I’m sorry, Loki, I didn’t mean to ma-” she began, starting to pull away from him.
Loki cut her off, and seemingly with a will of its own his hand came up and closed softly over hers.
“Please, I want to stay like this.”
“I don’t understand,” Anariel confessed.  Her touch unnerved him, yet he didn’t want her to move away from him?  
“I want you to set the pace for our courtship.  However, I find my thoughts consumed with one desire right now, and I am afraid that you will mistake my intentions.”
“What is it that you desire?”
“I desperately want to hold you in my arms.”
“That’s all?” she asked, with an arched brow.
“Yes, I swear it.  I’m not trying to charm you into my bed.  I . . .I just want to be close to you,” he murmured, a faint blush spreading across his cheeks.
“You thought that would bother me?”
“Yes, well, we have not even been courting a day, and I don’t know if you think it’s too soon.  I haven’t courted before,” he admitted, sheepishly.
Loki’s earnest concern for her feelings and how she might perceive his intentions made Anariel’s heart flutter.  It had not even been a day indeed, yet he was already showing more sincerity in his courtship than any of his predecessors.
“I find myself stricken by the same desire, Loki,” Anariel admitted softly.  
“Truly?”
“Yes,” she answered as she wrapped her arms around his lean waist and rested her head against his broad shoulder.  
Loki gingerly curled his arms around her, afraid she would change her mind and push him away.  When she didn’t, he carded one of his hands through her long, silky hair.  He could not describe the feeling of elation he got from having Anariel soft and warm against his chest.  He barely dared to breathe, afraid he was dreaming.  
The stiff leather of Loki’s coat was cool and smooth against her cheek, and he smelled divine.  Anariel could feel his hesitation as he wrapped his arms around her, and the slow easing of his tense muscles as he began to relax.  His hold was gentle, yet she could feel his strength, the sinewy muscles beneath his leathers and it made her feel safe.  Yes, Asgard was safer for her than Alfheim at the moment, but it was still a strange, foreign realm to her.  Loki’s embrace felt an anchor in a sea of uncertainty.
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Rambling into the library in search of new cookbooks, Volstagg saw Loki making moves on the Elvish princess that Thor had given sanctuary to.  Straightening his spine, proudly displaying his girth, he was about to charge down the row of shelves to intercede when a strong pair of arms grabbed him and pulled him to the side.
“Shhh!” his attacker hissed.  
He turned ready to lay into whatever fool had waylaid him from rescuing a damsel in distress and was surprised to see his king dramatically pressing a finger to his lips.
“Thor, what is going on?  Why are you letting your brother harass the princess?  I know you have a soft spot for Loki, but this is a bit much, even for you,” Volstagg grumbled, still complying with his king’s command to be quiet.
“Loki’s not harassing Anariel.  He’s courting her!” Thor whispered gleefully.
“Really, Thor?  You think Loki is actually courting the princess?  He’s never courted anyone.  Did you drop Mjollnir on your head again?” Volstagg hissed.
“Yes, he is.  He even asked for my blessing to court her.  Aww, look!” Thor added excitedly as Loki wrapped his arms around Anariel and she rested her head on his shoulder.  He had never seen such a look on Loki’s face before.  He was gazing at Anariel with a combination of shock and adoration.
Even Volstagg had to admit that he had not seen such softness from Loki in centuries, not since Loki was a boy.
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Anariel let out a soft giggle against Loki’s shoulder and smirked up at him.
“Does your brother and his friend often make a habit of spying on your outings?  If so, perhaps I should have Thalion give him some pointers.  My brother is far more discreet, though I still usually catch him at it.”
Loki had hoped Anariel wouldn’t notice Thor’s completely unsubtle attempt at subterfuge, but was relieved that it amused rather than offended her.  Though, the thought of throttling Thor was still present in his mind.  
“Forgive him, my lady, he is an oaf at the best of times,” Loki replied, with a long-suffering sigh.
“You can go now, your majesty,” Anariel called out, “Loki is being a very respectful and charming suitor.  He does not need a chaperone.”
A clamor of whispered shouts of blame and heavy boots preceded Thor and Volstagg’s obvious retreat.  Anariel’s obvious amusement prevented Loki from being further affronted, and he joined her in laughter.
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They had taken another turn in Frigga’s garden under the starlight, and now Loki escorted back to her rooms to turn in for the night.  It was possible that he was taking the most circuitous route possible.  If that were the case, it certainly wasn’t because Anariel was leaning her head against his shoulder as they walked hand in hand together, and he wanted the contact to last just a few minutes more.  Unfortunately, their arrival at her door was inevitable.
They lingered in front of the door, unwilling to part just yet.  Anariel slid her hand down Loki’s arm, from where it rested in the crook of his elbow, and laced their finger together as she turned to face him.  
“Thank you, Loki, for such a wonderful day, and sharing your favorite place with me.”
“May I see you again, tomorrow?” he asked, nervously.  
All of this still felt foreign to him.  He didn’t do relationships.  Any time spent with previous companions was spent fucking, not going on outings or having conversations late into the night.  Loki was uncertain how much time he and Anariel were supposed to be spending together.  Frankly, every minute of every day would be fine with him.  
She squeezed his hand.  A faint blush spread across Anariel’s cheeks as she answered, “If you wish.  I would love to spend more time with you.”
Of course, that was the answer he’d hoped for, but still he blinked in confusion a few times.  No one ever wanted to spend more time with him.  Loki’s free hand brushed softly against the flower pinned in her hair, the same perfect shade as her lips.  Norns!  He did not think he’d ever wanted to kiss someone so desperately.  Still, it felt too soon.  He had no desire to fall into old habits of seduction.  Loki truly wanted to try and build something real with Anariel.    
Anariel forgot how to breathe.  Loki’s gorgeous eyes were locked with hers, and the gentle caress of his fingers in her hair made her stomach do cartwheels.  She had gotten used to ignoring his seductive looks, but that was absent in his gaze now.  There was only softness, even as he studied her lips.  The cartwheels increased in speed, and she wondered if Loki was going to kiss her.  She found herself torn between hoping he would and being uncertain if she was ready for that just yet. 
“Then, I will bid you goodnight and sweet dreams, liljen min, and I will see you on the morrow,” he whispered.  
Loki compromised with himself, unable to completely resist the need to answer the question about how her skin would feel beneath his lips.  He telegraphed his intentions, to give Anariel space to back away if she was not receptive, but she pleasantly surprised him by tilting towards him.  He closed his eyes and focused on the sensation as his lips brushed gently against her cheek.  Her skin was as petal soft as the flower he had just named her.  
The cartwheels became full on flips as Loki’s lips pressed to her cheek.  The kiss was sweet and tender, left her skin tingling, and was such a complete antithesis to what Loki’s reputation suggested, it left her dazed and more than a little smitten.  If a gentle kiss to the cheek left her breathless, how would she feel when he kissed her lips, Anariel wondered.
Blinking up at him, a little stunned, Anariel blurted the first thing that came to her mind, “What does liljen min, mean?”
“It means, ‘my lily,’” he answered, “It seems an appropriate endearment.  For you are as graceful and elegant as a lily.”
Loki gave a teasing smirk to mask the sudden insecurity he felt, wondering if the pet name and claiming her as his was too bold.  
Anariel flushed, nerves blossoming in her belly. 
“And am I . . .” she hesitated, “yours?”
He heard the uncertainty in her voice, and for the first time, regretted his preference for having no romantic attachments.  It was coming back to bite him now that he was in an honest pursuit for Anariel’s heart.
“I want you to be,” he answered, shocking himself with his own honesty.  It was not like him to be so open about his feelings.  
“Only if it goes both ways.  If I am yours, then you must be mine.” 
Loki could barely suppress the visceral shiver that ran through his body at her words.  No one he fancied had ever claimed him before.  He knew his place.  He was the unwanted, the outcast.  
“Yes, liljen min, I will be yours, for as long as you’ll have me.”
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A Few Days Later…
After Anariel had made a passing comment about how much she missed the starlight, finding it too dim by the bright lights and high towers of the fortress, Loki had taken them out to the heart of the Rainbow Bridge for the best stargazing in Asgard.  His heart churned uncomfortably at his memories of the last time he had been here, but he relished the opportunity to bring a smile to Anariel’s face, and perhaps make better memories of this location to replace the ones that still haunted him.
Standing behind her, resting a hand lightly on her waist, Loki pointed out his favorite constellations and the names of the galaxies they could see. It seemed to cheer Anariel, and she told him of the stars in Alfheim and which were most sacred to her people.  
When she turned to face him, his breath caught in his throat.  Anariel stood before him, the starlight reflected in her storm-blue eyes, and she seemed to glow with their light.  He was taken back to that first night in Frigga’s gardens, when he had been utterly captivated by her.  It was no wonder that elves were referred to as “the people of the stars.” 
He reached up to stroke her cheek gently, fingers tracing over her soft skin.  Anariel’s heart lurched in her chest as she leaned into Loki’s touch.  There was a tenderness to it that stole her breath and made her forget her worries.  She was lost in his eyes, a dazzling blue, dappled with green, like watching the sky through the leaves.  It reminded her of the times she would spend watching the sky change to twilight in the forests of her home.
Loki had treaded carefully these past days, letting Anariel take the lead with the level of physical affection she was comfortable with, working to earn her trust.  He did not want her to think he was still trying to seduce her.  He was truly courting her, new as it all was to him.  They were nearly always hand in hand, and he would press his lips to her fingers or forehead affectionately, but he had not truly kissed her yet.   
He grazed his thumb softly over the pillow of her rosy bottom lip.  Loki desperately wanted to know how they would feel pressing against his own.  Unable to resist any longer, not with Anariel so luminous under the stars, and the way she had leaned in, dark lashes fluttering when he caressed her. 
“Sevin i dhâf gîn an gi mibed?”  Loki asked, trying not to let his voice betray the way his insides quivered in anticipation.  
“Please,” she whispered.  
Anariel closed her eyes as Loki leaned down, brushing his lips tentatively against hers.  She reached up to tangle a hand in his ebony locks as she surrendered to his kiss.  His lips were soft and shockingly gentle as they moved against hers.  Sparks shot through her.  
Loki felt time stop when his lips touched Anariel’s.  Nothing else mattered at this moment as he held her, her lips warm and pliant under his.  He pulled away slowly, his lips lingering against hers until the last possible second, feeling stunned. He hadn’t even dared to use his tongue, yet Loki could not recall ever having such an innocent kiss leave him feeling so dazed.  He licked his lips and found they tasted of honey.   
“Anariel . . .” he whispered, then realized he didn’t have any idea what he wanted to say.  He only knew he wanted to hold her like this forever.
“That was . . .” she murmured, equally lost for words.  
She’d had her share of kisses from suitors, but none like this, that left her knees weak and her heart racing.  Her lips still tingled.  Frankly, the tenderness with which Loki had kissed her had surprised her.  Knowing his reputation, she had expected him to be more passionate.  Instead, the kiss had been delicate and sweet, Loki treating her as if she were the most precious thing in all creation.  
Loki found his tongue by calling on his mischievous nature, “Surely, princess, I am not your first kiss, to leave you so shocked?
“I’m afraid you don’t have that honor, my prince, but I can assure you that was the first kiss that has made my heart flutter,” Anariel admitted with a blush. 
“Is it?  Perhaps you’ve been kissing the wrong suitors.”
“Perhaps I have.”
Anariel’s tone was teasing, but Loki heard something underneath, a ring of truth, that made his heart leap in his chest.  From the moment they started courting Loki had found himself helplessly falling for her.  He wasn’t ready to analyze and label his feelings, the thought too unnerving, but he knew they were truer and deeper than any he’d felt before.  The current of sincerity that ran under her teasing words gave him hope she was falling too.
“Has my prince’s silver tongue failed him at last?” she asked, amused, when he had not responded to her flirtation after a few seconds.  He was staring at her with adoring eyes that made her feel flushed and light-headed.  
When he realized he’d been lost in thought, Loki wrapped both arms around her waist and pulled her against his chest.  
“You have no idea,” he murmured, “it always fails me when I am with you.”  
“Does it?” she teased, smiling up at him as she rested a reassuring hand on his chest.    
“Yes, I fear to say the wrong thing,” he replied.
“Why?”
Loki tried to figure out how to articulate his fear, but the moments stretched on and he could not find the words.
“May I?” Anariel asked, lacing her fingers through his.  
Loki understood she was asking if she could read his thoughts.  He nodded.  Anariel looked into his eyes and saw the threads of his anxiety, the fear that he would say or do something that would make her angry or offended enough to revert back to their previous relationship, where she refused even to be in the same room with him.  Anariel moved one hand up to rest on Loki’s cheek.  
“Do not fear to share your thoughts with me, Trickster.  I am very fond of you, and my feelings are not so fragile that they cannot survive a slip of the tongue,” she reassured him, “besides, I know who I met that first day is not who you really are.”  
Loki’s thoughts spun when she confessed to being fond of him…fond.  He couldn’t think of anyone who had ever been fond of him, even Thor mostly just tolerated him.  He had let her see behind his mask.  Not only had she not run away, but it was actually what drew her to him.    
He studied her face in the moonlight, stopping when his eyes got to her lips.  Now that the seal had been broken, Loki couldn’t resist bowing his head and capturing her lips with his again.  Anariel let out a soft sigh against his mouth that set his pulse racing as she wrapped her arms around his neck and returned the kiss.
Translation courtesy of RealElvish.net
“Sevin i dhâf gîn an gi mibed?” = Can I kiss you
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aesonmae · 3 months
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- Happy New Year
Story written by @aesonmae, and @anukulee .
Summary: no plot just smut (here’s your warning)
Loki X Reader
W.C: 1165
A/N: Happy new year sweet lovies! Here’s certainly a smutty one to start the year with.
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            Receiving a head in a dark alley, where you were almost naked, was one of the last things you had expected, at the start of the year, much less the eve before the new year. As of all the millions of thoughts that often clouded your mind, that very notion much less, hadn’t been one of them. Yet here you were, as while at one time you had been dressed up, to your waist, now you were far from dressed up. 
        As at the moment your head was pinned against the cold wall behind you, your hands clinging to your breasts almost for dear life. Your dear breasts and hands seemed to be the only thing you could command at the moment, as you could already feel a tremble within your legs. All because of the head that was currently responsible for the mouth assault on your sex. As your thighs had become mere tools to be thrown over the man’s shoulder, as he continued to eat you out senselessly, almost as if it was his job. 
        As with each passing moment the risk of getting caught, seemed to increase not that you cared at the moment, how could you when you had him? With all of your thoughts focusing on him, his tongue, and the fact that it was his tongue that currently fucking you in this dark alleyway. 
        And with each swipe and thrust of his tongue inside you, your moans and whimpers seemed to grow louder in volume. Leaving you to wonder one simple thing in the rare free seconds you had about yourself before you were left moaning and whimpering once more. How could a tongue be capable of such things, and how had I not experienced this before?
        A thought that shouldn’t have crossed your mind, given the very man, no god in front of you was capable of anything, especially things you could never dream of. Almost as if he thrived off the possibility of ruining you for everyone else, not that he hadn’t already. As you were reminded once more with another thrust of his tongue instead of it, leaving you once more in such a cusp of pleasure, that any coherent thought disappeared with another swipe of his tongue. As soon yet another string of pleasure washed over you, bringing another string of moaning and whimper begging him for mercy.
        This very moans of pleasure seemed to encourage him further as he continued to divulge deeper and deeper into your sex. Only to let out a lowly husky growl, when in a rare moment, you allowed your hands to fall off your breasts to grab his hair. Already on the cusp of yet another wave of pleasure, this one so much so, that you needed something, anything to keep you present for fear that you would die out of pleasure at any moment. 
        Alas, he thought differently as his growl was a harsh reminder of his previously uttered words, “If so much as think of taking your off your ravishing breasts, I will stop touching you.”
        And despite you being of little sound mind much less functioning, aside from pleasure, your hands quickly flew back to your breasts. Now alternating between squeezing your breasts, and allowing the tip of your finger to circle your nipples, and in doing so only pushing you further towards your release. 
        “Lo,” you said barely able to utter it without a whine, and yet with another swipe of his tongue. Something else came roaring out. “Loki, I can—not,” you uttered, almost screaming his name, even more so when you locked eyes with his. As even your heart seemed to be working against you, beating so fast within you, that you felt that it would burst out of your chest any moment. 
        And still, to this, Loki continued not to say anything, as his gaze remained pinned to you so intensely, that it seemed as if he never broke eye contact, much less blinked. And with his gaze so fiercely pinned on you, you felt yet another feeling stir within you, the want or precisely the need to cream his face. 
        Yet as Loki’s gaze seemed to remain pinned on you, your senses became more in focus, as you could faintly hear the sound of faraway voices counting down, in what sounded like descending order. For despite Loki’s lack of tongue instead of you still felt a stir within you, so much so, that the counting only seemed to make you think of a countdown to your climax, despite knowing it was merely the countdown for the beginning of the new year.
        Seven, you were barely able to hear, as you felt a tremble within yourself once more, as slowly Loki’s nose pressed against your clit, almost as if it was a sign to let go. 
        Five, you heard despite the tingling sensation that seemed to make itself known throughout your body, from your clitoris to your toes, and even your finger toes, as it was finally then the knot that had been building in your stomach snapped. 
        Three, they softly chanted, despite your tightly squeezing against Loki’s head, with your back almost arched against the wall in a violent manner. Your lips already parted in yet another silent scream, the moment when you made a mess on his tongue and face. Only upon doing so did your sex clench and spasm onto his tongue, in a last attempt to hold the sensation inside, for as long as it could be you came. Yet upon doing so, a jolt coursed throughout your body, all accompanied by a series of endless raspy whines escaping your lips when Loki continued to lap at you with intense eagerness like a starved beast.
     At two, your brain seemed to momentarily blank almost as if you stopped functioning for a moment you came.
      And at, one, your sight seemed to return itself, as your gaze was pulled to a display of intense colors lighting up the night sky with a mixture of shimmers, dazzling, and whirling spirals. Yet somehow all seemed to shatter into thousands of sparkling stars upon impact, causing you to wonder, Did Loki just make me see stars or were these real lights?
        “Happy New Year my love,” was the first thing you heard in the new year uttered by the very god in front of you causing a smile to etch itself on your face, and the last thing you heard before you were dragged down, all until you became face-level with Loki once more. With another swift motion, his cock thrusting into you so hard, you felt as if the air was knocked out of your chest, as you knew, 
It was undoubtedly going to be a very exciting New Year.
     
     
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mochie85 · 7 months
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Truth Or Dare
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Summary: The first contact you and Loki had made in weeks, since the falling out that fateful morning. A game of Truth or Dare makes you both confront your feelings. Suggested Song: "Do I Wanna Know" by The Arctic Monkeys Word Count: 2.9K Pairing: Loki x Female Reader Warnings: Smut adjacent/Mature, a game of truth or dare, a kiss between Reader and Steve Rogers. 😏
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Pent-up days bled into lonely nights. You retreated into your room, save for mission briefings and assignments that Fury would send you too.
Your interactions with Loki had been civil. Not a word was spoken between you two that didn’t involve other people or the task at hand. And when you found yourself in each other’s company, alone, you would just leave the room.
What you didn’t see were the glances and the stares in your direction. Not Loki’s, but the team’s.
“They must’ve fucked,” Bucky whispered.
“Absolutely, they did,” Natasha confirmed.
“How do you know?” Steve asked. “You can’t know that.” The three of them were watching through the glass wall of the conference room. You were showing the new recruit, Wanda, around the common areas and Loki was watching you through side glances and narrowed eyes.
“Do you remember how he acted during poker night?” Bucky asked.
“Ya, he was a real piece of work. I thought we were gonna have to call HR or something the way he was coming on to her,” Steve spurned.
“Ya, and now…that stopped. He got over his infatuation.” Bucky observed.
“Or he wasn’t enough to satisfy her.” Natasha counteroffered. Both men looked at her quizzically. “I mean come on. Not once had she looked in his direction. She’s over him. But he hasn’t been able to keep his eyes off her!” Natasha said proudly of you. Neither Steve nor Bucky could argue with her assessment.
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You had just walked into your room when a loud knock came on your door. “Come in” you yelled across your apartment.
“Hey,” Nat said, walking in and sitting on your duvet. She eyed you up and down looking at your blouse and pencil skirt. “Did you just have a meeting?”
“Ya, with Fury.” You said, mid unbutton.
“Don’t get undressed yet. The rest of the team is on a mission again tonight. So, we thought we’d have a little movie night to welcome Wanda.”
“Oh, that’s nice. I think she would love that. I’m down,” you said excitedly.
“Great! Same crew as poker night.” Nat said getting up to leave.
“On second thought…”
“What?! What is it?” Nat asked running through a list of possible scenarios and conclusions in her head. “Oh my God, is it because of Laufeyson?”
“WHAT?! No! Why would you say that? Pfft…of course not!” You laughed. “Laufeyson? Why would I care? I don’t- I don’t care,” you prattled.
“You guys slept together, didn’t you?” She smirked, wanting confirmation of her earlier theory. You stayed quiet. Just staring at her, not knowing how to answer her question. It wasn’t like you were ashamed of it. It was just that it ended on a very sour note. “Your face says it all. Tell me everything!”
You sat there, telling her about the amazing night you had weeks ago. How you brazenly went to his room that night of the poker game and had your own game. But then you also told her about the following morning and how neither of you have really talked about it since.
“You like him, don’t you?” she asked with a Cheshire grin. “You really like him!” You groaned and flopped yourself on the bed, hiding underneath your pillows. “I honestly don’t see the problem. The man was packed! And if you’ve managed to ride it and leave it. More power to you.”
“Natasha!”
“What?! I remember the poker game. I remember him stripping!” she laughed as you rolled your eyes.
“How could I forget? He made a show about it in front of me when he could’ve easily just magicked his clothes off!”
“Look. Just come. Prove to him that you don’t care what he said to you. That it was a game for you too and nothing more. Right?”
“Right…” you agreed hesitantly.
You followed Nat down the hallway, praying to any powers-that-be that Loki wouldn’t show up. Wanda bound up to the two of you and she blocked your view of the common area. She was very excited about the movie, thanking Steve for letting her choose it. When she moved to sit, was when your eyes landed on the recliner across from you. Decked out in a fitted white shirt and loose black denim, sat Loki, with his arms crossed and legs open as if in invitation.
You sat on the couch to the other side of him, facing the other direction, pretending to be interested in the projector Bucky was trying to work out. Bucky smacked it a few times till the light flickered momentarily and then went black again.
“Why is this not working?!” Bucky raised his arm to hit it again before you and Vision stopped him.
“You know, I think we should play a little game to take our mind off things while those two try to fix the monitor,” suggested Natasha. “A little game of Truth or Dare, perhaps?” The game got your attention and you looked directly at the redhead, affixing your death stare to her pouty lips.
What are you up to? You mouthed to her. She ignored you completely and turned around. “Ooh, can I go first? I love this game!” Wanda asked bouncing excitedly. “I’ll start with Steve!”
“Awe why do you have to start with me?” He asked petulantly.
“Cuz you’re our fearless leader. So lead!” Natasha pushed. Steve only rolled his eyes.
“Truth or dare?” Wanda asked.
Steve lowered his head down in defeat, smiling, trying to be a good sport. “Dare,” he said to the resounding oohs and aahs from the group.
“I dare you to demonstrate the best kiss you’ve ever had.” Wanda smiled innocently at the heckles and jabs thrown in Steve’s direction. Although, you got the feeling that she was hiding more than she was letting on.
“What? Like in the air?” Steve proceeds to pucker his lips and kiss an imaginary person in front of him.
“No! OK, that’s… kind of gross!” Everyone laughed.
“How ‘bout on her!” Nat interrupted, pointing to you as she sat back and smiled, watching the whole thing play out.
Heat ran down your back as you looked at Steve. He gave you a boyish, heartwarming smile that almost took your breath away. You watched as he got up and made his way over to you. Did everything just go in slow motion? He lifted your chin to face him. “May I?” he asked so sweetly, and you nodded in response. With bright blue eyes shut, he leaned in and kissed you.
It was soft at first. He gently sucked on your upper lip and splayed his hands open, cupping your cheek. You had missed this. The closeness. The intimacy.
You missed him!
You started thinking about Loki and the few erotically charged moments you spent with him. You moaned at Steve’s touch, imagining it was Loki you were kissing. Steve took that as a sign to tilt his head and his tongue dove in further. It slid across yours, sending a tingling sensation down to your core.
Natasha watched Loki. As Loki watched you. The scowl on his face getting deeper and deeper as you clung to Steve tighter and tighter. Steve pulled away slowly, as he breathed out. You didn’t realize you were holding tight to his lapels, on your tippy toes, keeping him close to you.
“Ok. My turn!” Steve smiled and turned around abruptly as if he hadn’t given you one memorable kiss. You stood there stunned into place, slowly turning to face away from Loki. Steve looked at Natasha to exact his revenge. “Natasha. Truth or dare?”
“Truth.” She answered confidently.
“Have you ever fantasized about anyone in this room, intimately?”
“Yes.” She answered and Bucky’s ears picked up, looking at the deadly assassin through his side eyes.
“Who?!” Steve asked aloud.
“Fixed!” Bucky yelled as the monitor came to life.
“One more before the movie starts.” Nat turned to you and asked you with wild eyes and a mischievous grin. “Truth or dare?”
You took a deep breath and sighed, “Dare.” Nat’s grin got even wider as she walked up to you and whispered her dare in your ear.
“Oh come on! We all want to hear it!” Wanda said. Your eyes turned wide and the expression on your face dropped when Natasha pulled away.
“Go on. You have to do it! You chose dare.” She goaded you. You narrowed your eyes at her as you started making your way over to Loki on his lone recliner. His arms were still folded, and his legs were still open.
The confusion on his face was telling. It got even more concerned when you turned around and sat directly on his lap. Loki held his arms in the air, unsure of what to do or where to put them. “Excuse me?!” he finally said.
The room looked at both of you, chuckling and awe-faced. Nat looked like she had won a match that you were unwittingly a player in.
“Just go with it, okay?” you whispered to Loki.
“Go with what? Why are you sitting on my lap?” Loki bellowed.
“Shh! The movie is starting,” Natasha scolded the both of you, turning around with a self-satisfying grin. The audacity! The fucking nerve of this woman! You were going to pay her back somehow. You didn’t know where or how, but one day! Best friend be damned! Maybe you’ll reveal who she’s been having fantasies about. Maybe you’ll hide all her guns. Yeah! And her stun bracers too!
Loki placed his hands on the armrest. He was euphoric at the turn of events. But highly confused as to what the dare was to make you sit on his lap. How long will he have? Are you going to sit here for the entire movie? Can he touch you? Norns how he longed to touch you! It’s been weeks since that awful morning. And every time he tried to talk to you, you would leave the room. Or there were more pressing matters at hand.
His pride and confidence left him the morning you left his bed. He thought he made it very clear how in love with you he was. But you either didn’t believe him or you were just playing a game with him.
He didn’t know how to approach you anymore. But one thing is for certain, if you keep moving the way you were, he would have to excuse himself immediately.
“Stop moving!” he ordered.
“I can’t help it. You’re not exactly comfortable to sit on.” You whisper-growled back at him.
“That’s not what it looked like a couple weeks back. I seem to recall you enjoyed sitting on my lap.” Without warning, Loki grabbed your waist and pulled you closer to his frame. Seating you right in between his open legs. Right on the cushion of the seat. “Better?” he asked.
“Yes,” you said begrudgingly. “Thank you.”
“Always a pleasure, darling.”
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The first half hour of the movie was hard to follow. Every breath Loki would take, any small movement he would make, you felt it right behind you. You sat perfectly stiff. Your back, like a ruler, not wanting to give in to his warmth and comfort.
As the movie progressed, you tried to make the best of your awkward situation. The team had settled and forgotten about the two of you in the back of the room. You yourself got lost in the dramatic plot of the movie. All too soon, your arms grew tired. You relaxed them onto the armrest, forgetting that they were already occupied by Loki’s. You tried to relax them to your sides but were met with his thighs on either side of you.
Loki didn’t seem fazed by any of it. His breathing was even. His heartbeat was steady as a drum, albeit thumping loudly and hard behind you. The only tell he gave away was the movement of his head next to yours. His quick inhale of breath as he surreptitiously smelled the perfume of your hair.
How long has it been? Days? Weeks? A lifetime, since you’ve felt his touch. And here you are now, sitting on his lap, hoping that the growing hardness you felt behind you is what you think it is and not just his belt buckle.
“Truth or dare, darling?” Loki whispered in your ear, breaking his resolve.
“Loki, I’m tired of these games. I don’t-”
“Truth? Or dare?” he insisted. You gave out a big sigh and rolled your eyes, knowing he could see your expression. You looked around at your team, engrossed in the movie.
“They can’t hear us as long as you whisper,” Loki said answering your unspoken question.
“Truth.” You answered him.
“Really?” he asked surprised.
“Well, a dare got me into this mess,” you reasoned.
“What was Natasha’s dare?” Of all the things he could’ve asked you. You didn’t think he would be too curious, but it was also the one answer that would leave you too vulnerable.
“She dared me to-”
“Sit on my lap?”
“No!” A beat was taken before you had the courage to say what you needed to.
“What did she say, verbatim?”
“Her exact words were…to sit with the person I had feelings for…for the entire movie,” you whispered.
Heat crawled up your spine. You can feel your embarrassment radiate through your clothes and add to the heat that Loki was giving off. You felt so flushed and nervous that you started rambling. “And you had taken up the entire space with your long legs. Clearly, there was nowhere else for me to sit but your lap. I mean honestly. It was almost as if you didn’t want anyone sitting next to you. What’s the point in coming to these group exercises if you don’t intend to be amiable? I-”
“Shh,” Loki said putting his finger to your lips. “Keep your voice down, darling. Or else my enchantment will fail.” You looked around at your teammates who were still engrossed in the movie.
He pulled you closer to the chair, flushed against his firm chest. His large hand cradled your stomach while his other fingers continued to explore your lips. They tickled you as he ran them gingerly, tracing your cupid’s bow down to the soft pout of your bottom lip. He kept his stare at your mouth, lost in thought.
“Dare me, darling.” He whispered.
“That’s not how the game works, Loki,” you smiled.
“Dare me to kiss you. Please.” His plea took you by surprise. Desire wrapped around the two of you. Squeezing the air from both your lungs, leaving you wanting.
Breathlessly you said, “I dare you to kiss me Lo-” You hadn’t finished your sentence before his lips hungrily descended on yours. His hand cupped your cheek and kept your head to his. Your hands intertwined with his and he held on to you tighter.
Loki’s kiss was deep and demanding. There was a sense of urgency to it as if he was running out of time and he had yet to get his fill of you. He pulled away briefly to breathe but his appetite only grew. He needed to kiss you. He needed to touch you. Everywhere.
With his eyes closed, his lips found your neck and artfully marked your skin. His hands flew to the buttons of your shirt, opening them one by one as you laid your head back onto his shoulders.  You gave in to him. Into his touch. His hands reached inside and cupped your breast, making you moan.
A well-timed explosion happened in the movie that you and Loki had already disregarded. It pulled your attention away from his yearning, giving you logic long enough to remember where you were.
“Loki…” you whimpered. He ignored your cries and was lost in his own spiral. “Loki I…I need you. But not here. Not in front of everyone.”
“Why not in front of everyone? That way Rogers knows what a proper kiss looks like,” he growled. His jealousy made you titter. “Let me wipe that moment out of your memories. Let me replace it with my lips.” He grabbed your chin and kissed you again with no regard for keeping it quiet. His entire body shook with emotion. Longing, jealousy, dominance.
“I was thinking of you,” you admitted panting onto his lips. “I was imagining I was kissing you.”
Loki stared into your eyes as he let that information swirl in his thoughts. His growing smile sent shivers throughout your body. You felt carnal pleasure in knowing you had pleased him somehow.
His voice changed. His eyes had grown darker. He inhaled through his teeth as he praised you, “That’s my girl,” he snarled. His hands continued to roam underneath your blouse. His fingers pinched your aching nipples through the lace of your bra, sending you jolts of pleasure down to your already heated sex. “Are you going to continue being a good girl for me?”  
You nodded devotedly. “Good,” Loki growled, fighting to keep his desire at bay. “I want you to go to my room and wait for me on my bed. Can you do that for me, pet?”
You moaned when he nipped your jaw gently waiting for you to answer. You slowly got up, feeling the rush of your excitement pool down into your panties. You walked slowly, trying not to get the attention of the others, as you snuck behind the chair where Loki was sitting.
“Oh and pet…” he whispered grabbing your hand gently. “…Don’t think of running away to make me chase you like last time. Unless,” spreader bar “You’d like to be cuffed and barred again.” He smiled, daring you.
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Chapter 6 - The Eyes Ease Open, and it's Dark Again {TLTGYA - Post!TVA Loki x OFC Longfic}
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Pairing : Post-TVA!Loki x Oliviette (OFC)
Chapter Summary : Oliviette is being taken back to her cell, and she finds out a bit more about the dungeon guards while they bicker with each other. After they’ve gone, Loki and Oliviette do a little bickering of their own. 
Chapter W/c : 3.7k words
Chapter Tags / Content : Mentions of blood/injuries, and as always - the angst of it all. And we're finally starting to dive into the mysterious dungeon guards and Oliviette's backstory! Happy reading!
18+ Only - Minors DNI
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Hues of white and yellow flashed on the inside of Oliviette’s eyelids, barely conscious as she was dragged slowly across the stone. Every muscle tensed in anticipation of further injury, every rough surface scratched the bare skin on her arms, every vessel and artery throbbed as blood rushed to her wounds. Her body hung limp as she was pulled along, and her mind reeled as it tried to cling to consciousness.
“This is a mistake. We should be taking her to the Apotheosis and be done with her - not back to her cell where she’ll just escape again!”
“You heard what Caden said. He wants to present this one to Anathema when she finally arrives…”
That name was like a shock to Oliviette’s senses, instantly waking her up, turning her stomach and sending chills down her spine. She swallowed back a groan as her heavy eyelids heavily struggled to remain open; but even the faltering lantern light of the dungeon too much, and her weary pupils struggled to properly dilate.
Oliviette closed her eyes again, and she focused her efforts on listening instead. The heels of her boots scraped along the stone. The voices above her were callous and inconsiderate, as cold as the draft creeping into the dungeon and pricking maliciously at her skin. The collar of her tunic scrunched under the hands of her captors as they dragged her along; mercifully, they hadn’t noticed her waking up, allowing Oliviette to hear them speaking freely for the very first time.
“Rüzdæts. Anathema’s not coming,” the female voice snapped, her tone heavy with disdain and mockery. “Caden’s been promising that for weeks now, and what do we have to show for it?”
The male voice chuckled, the sound almost a sneer as it left his lips. “Mind your tone, Maxine. You’re already on thin ice with Caden; best not let him hear you defaming our Queen…”
Oliviette’s blood ran cold; they clearly weren’t referring to the beautiful and benevolent Gloustanian Queen - she had died twenty-five years earlier, and had never been officially replaced. This group, whomever they were, had installed their own nefarious one to follow.
“Our Queen…” Maxine scoffed as the pair lazily turned the corner, sending Oliviette’s damaged shoulder colliding with the wall. Tears stung her eyes, and pain radiated across her nerves in a searing crawl. She bit her lower lip to keep from crying out, drawing blood and stifled gasps instead.
“We don’t even know if Anathema is real! No one’s ever seen her! She could just be a story - a chǐsh!”
Without warning, Oliviette was dropped to the ground just before the sounds of a scuffle rustled overhead. She imagined the male guard grabbing Maxine and pushing her violently against the wall and Maxine struggling to free herself; apparently the group that stole her was plagued by profound infighting.
“Our Queen, Anathema, has bestowed her blessing upon Caden - and by extension, all of us,” the male guard hissed. “I suggest you temper your hostility towards Caden, before you find yourself at the mercy of the Apotheosis.”
“Remove your grimy hands from me, Nulan, or I promise I’ll remove them for you!” Maxine growled, her words dripping with a violence she was desperate to inflict.
A tense silence descended upon the corridor, and Olivette lay unmoving and blind on the floor, waiting to hear if a fight would break out between the pair. The news of the group’s splintered aspirations was like music to her ears - if only Oliviette wasn’t weakened even more than ever now, she might have been able to do something useful with it.
But as it was, she didn’t even know if she had the energy to crawl away if the guards did begin to fight, let alone try to find her way out of the dungeon a second time.
“Unlock the cell,” Nulan finally ordered, releasing Maxine with another push into the wall. “And if you cannot temper it, then channel that hostility into searching her for any more weapons…instead of into this petty - ”
“Oh, do not say fitmǐ!” the woman hissed as the jangling of keys echoed against the stone. Oliviette simultaneously breathed a sigh of relief and tensed in fear - reluctant to return to the cell again, but grateful she wasn’t being taken someplace even worse.
“ - insecure, childish and useless jealousy…simply because you cannot compare to our Queen…” Nulan continued, almost gleefully.
“This is not fitmǐ! I am not - ” Maxine groaned as she unlocked the cell and then crouched down to search Oliviette, rolling her back and forth without a single morsel of tenderness or respect to her injuries, pulling on each layer and rifling through her pockets.
“Did you search her body after she was knocked unconscious?”
Oliviette struggled to remain quiet during every push and pull of her weakened form. She wondered if Loki was still in their cell - hiding in the dark, watching this scene unfold, letting it happen to her. How imprudent she was to think she could ever trust him.
“You know I couldn’t - ” she answered through gritted teeth, rolling Oliviette on to her back and tearing the belt from her waist.
Loki could probably see it better from his vantage point in the shadows, and if he wasn’t willing to stop it, then ideally he’d at least describe it to her later.
“And why is that?”
Oliviette didn’t know much about Loki, but she did know that he more than likely wouldn’t even be that considerate.
“Because she - ” Maxine yanked the leather boots from Oliviette’s feet, her cold fingers indelicately clawing at her socks and ankles.
Oliviette stifled a whimper, and moments later, two thuds echoed off in the distance, presumably from Maxine tossing her boots away - and most likely not into the cell. “ - because she knocked me out first!”
“Oh, that’s right,” Nulan chuckled cruelly while a hand grabbed the back of Oliviette’s collar again. “Because you let your guard down while you were…what were you doing anyway? Lurking outside Caden’s chambers again, perhaps?”
Maxine growled as she began to drag Oliviette behind her again, even less considerately than before, and all but tossed her into the middle of the cell. Oliviette landed on her side, choking back coughs and groans as she tried not to squirm on the floor. The familiar stench of musk and rusted metal invaded her senses, leading to new tears rolling down her cheeks.
“This is her last chance, Nulan. If she breaks out of here again…” Maxine hissed as she stormed out of the cell.
The barred door slammed shut behind her with a violent crash. “Then I’ll kill her before Anathema even sets foot in this dungeon…”
Nulan didn’t skip a beat, honing in on her perceived weakness like a wolf stalking its prey. “And what exactly are you going to do from on your knees in Caden’s chambers, hmm?”
“I can do two things at once, unlike the rest of you…” Maxine snapped as she rammed the bolt back into its lock, the sound ringing out like an omen of doom.
Oliviette’s eyelids slowly fluttered open, and she struggled to focus on the blurred forms of the guards as they turned to leave. The walls started to close in, and sheer panic lurched in her chest. She was trapped again.
“And you should probably make at least one of those things - ”
“Oh, would you just shut up?!”
“Wait - please…” Oliviette hadn’t meant to say it; it was just an uncontrollable machination of her own desperation. She almost didn’t even recognize the sound of her voice, so small and so frightened, and so unsure of what was to become of her.
The atmosphere of the dungeon instantly changed, shifting from ebullient chaos to refined malevolence. Oliviette’s heart stopped in her chest as the pair simultaneously stopped bickering and went absolutely silent - the kind of quiet that always gave way to something catastrophic.
There wasn’t much she could make out, and her mind splashed in her skull as she tried to push herself upright. But Maxine and Nulan appeared to be standing at attention, one wearing a mask of turquoise and the other wearing one of ruby, both of them turning their gaze upon Oliviette and eyeing her viscously from the other side of the steel bars.
“Please…just let me go. I promise I won’t make trouble…” Oliviette begged through shaky exhales. She knew it wouldn’t matter, but what other option did she have?
The guards merely tilted their heads in unison, as if to make a silent mockery of her plea. They moved in sync, matching in every single way except for the masks that concealed their faces, their feet facing forward arms hanging loosely by their sides. Oliviette had no idea which was which, and she began to question the severity of their earlier bickering; apparently petty squabbles no longer mattered when there was a prisoner to terrify.
A chill slithered down Oliviette’s spine, turning down and coating each and every possible nerve ending in damnation. And without speaking, the guards stepped backwards down the hall together, maintaining their sinister eye contact until they turned the corner and finally disappeared from view.
Oliviette let out a shuddering whimper after they were gone, and her head hung so low. It was exhausting, trying to exist like this, and Oliviette didn’t know if she should even continue trying. Every inch of her burned and ached, and her body felt so heavy with despair as she tried to crawl away from the center of the cell. She didn’t even have the energy to hold back the tears that fell as her back finally found the wall again.
The wall of this specific dungeon cell - the one Tereth kept bringing her back to.
Oliviette brought her knees closer, once again cradling her damaged arm between her thighs and her chest, curling into herself in an attempt to keep warm. Most of her protective clothing was now either missing or severely damaged - she couldn’t tell if her boots had landed in the cell or not after being tossed carelessly by Maxine.
Her wool socks, dampened by the dungeon floor, just made the cold air that much worse, but she didn’t have the strength to take them off. Her cloak had been left behind where they’d found her upstairs, and no doubt one of the other guards had already stolen it for themselves.
She never found her staff, and now she didn’t even have her dagger. All she’d accomplished in the past few hours was to make everything worse for herself. If this were a story she was reading, she’d truly be impressed by the severity of these failures.
“So you are alive.”
Loki’s voice was low and flat, but it startled her all the same. The anxiety that flooded her system soon gave way to anger; he’d been there that entire time after all - and he’d done nothing to help her.
"No thanks to you," Oliviette snapped without lifting her head. She knew there was nothing to see, that he preferred to deliver his sarcasm from the shadows.
He didn’t respond, and she found that even more infuriating. But the walls of stone and steel were doing an excellent job of numbing her emotions, standing tall and strong and unyielding against the will of someone far too weak to do anything about it.
None of this was fair or justified. She’d wanted to be on her own for the first time, yes, but not like this.
“Did you even notice the door?” Oliviette felt like a child asking that question, so small and so scared, but she desperately didn’t want to descend back into silence.
“What about it?”
Oliviette sighed and lifted her head, searching for Loki in the dark. “I left it unlocked for you. So you could leave, if you wanted to…but you didn’t even look at the door, did you?”
Loki didn’t answer her, because of course he didn’t; dread and hopelessness were the only things Oliviette had to keep her company anymore. It probably never even occurred to him that escape could be an option - and if the guards ever ordered him to get out, even then he still probably wouldn’t leave.
Olivette turned away from him and pulled the charm on her necklace between her fingers, tracing over the sapphire crystal wrapped in gold wire and becoming lost in her thoughts and regrets. Only Tereth knew why she kept getting pulled back into this dungeon cell, and perhaps she wouldn’t be allowed to escape until she figured out the reason.
But was she being punished for simply leaving the castle? Was she being punished for her father’s lack of faith? What exactly was she expected to learn from all of this?
Oliviette’s people had never considered the God of Knowing to be a malicious god. None of their gods were - a people of peace have no need for a deity who thrived on vengeance and anger. No, Tereth was born alongside the Aethalium, at the beginning of time and in a fantastical wave of ocean-blue light and illuminating power. Those two were among the first things to ever exist, and they would be the last ones to ever die.
Tereth provided guidance, not malfeasance. Tereth knew what you needed before you did, and the Aethalium had the wisdom to either bring it to you, or you to it. Together, they knew everything, while Oliviette knew nothing, and that was the point of the faith - the trusting in the not-knowing was what would give you everything.
But Oliviette was terrified that she was going to die here without ever knowing why she had been kidnapped, or why Tereth wouldn’t let her escape. She was going to die locked up in this dungeon, and no one back home was ever going to know what happened to her.
Not a single soul was going to know, other than Loki - but he seemed content to stay like this. How could that be? Had he forgotten what it was like to not be here?
“Hey…” Oliviette’s voice cracked painfully as she spoke. And she knew she wasn’t going to get any information out of him, but she had nothing better to do than try.
A lingering silence hung heavy in the cell before Loki finally gave a curt response. "What?"
"How long have you been here anyway?" Oliviette asked, looking in the direction of his voice from the dark. She couldn’t see him at all, and wondered if he was even bothering to look back at her.
"I'm not sure. Why?"
Oliviette sighed again, somehow surprised that he gave yet another non-answer. "Just wondering how much time I have to think about all my mistakes before the end…”
Loki said nothing again, his silence hurting more than the blows delivered by the guards earlier. Oliviette’s fingers drifted absentmindedly through her red hair, and she winced as they made contact with the concoction of ripped skin and sticky blood.
Oliviette pulled her fingers away to examine them, tilting her hand and trying to catch the crimson in the dim light of the dungeon. She wondered if she’d be able to even see it if she had a mirror, or if all of the blood was now permanently synonymous with the color of her hair.
“How far did you manage to get?”
His voice startled her again, and she hated it. But that was twice now he’d started a conversation first; Oliviette didn’t know why he was so interested all of a sudden, and she didn’t want to ruin it or push him away again, as silly as that was.
“Not far. I was looking for my staff…” she answered quietly, shivering as she thought about losing her cloak. “I figured I’d need it to fight, but they caught me before I could find it…”
What a stupid, foolish girl she was. And so much for all that "training" Deacon had given her while she was growing up; apparently it was all useless in a real fight. Another tear rolled down her cheek as she recalled having to beg for that training as a child, and how hard her father resisted. How angry he was upon discovering that Deacon was giving them to her in secret…
“I should have just ran instead…” Oliviette continued, whether Loki was still listening or not; talking was much more preferable to the silence. “And the dungeon is like a maze, it just keeps going and going…”
To her surprise, Loki actually responded to that. “I wouldn’t know. I’ve never actually left this cell.”
Oliviette’s brow furrowed in confusion, and she looked in his direction again. “Then how did you get in here?”
She could hear shifting in the shadows, as if he was uncomfortable with the question even though he’d been the one to bring it up. A part of her inexplicably hoped that the shifting was actually him leaving the shadows to move closer to her, and not just because she felt ridiculous talking to a ghost.
But when he didn’t answer, or even emerge from the shadows, Oliviette’s anger began to boil over. “So you won’t say how you got in here, how long you’ve been here, why you’re hiding here. Is there anything you will tell me?” she scoffed.
“I’ll tell you that it’s none of your business.”
“Oh, I think it is, actually. Because if we worked together, we both could get out of here,” Oliviette snapped through angry tears. “But you’d rather be here - and therefore I’m stuck too.”
“I didn’t bring you down here,” Loki answered simply, as if that absolved him of anything.
Oliviette couldn’t believe what she was hearing, that she ever held hope in this man assisting in an escape. “Maybe not, but you’ve trapped me here all the same with your wallowing, and your - ”
“You’re a stranger, and I don’t owe you anything!” Loki interrupted, his own anger becoming more obvious even in the shadows.
“And what could you have possibly done to justify all this? What was it - did you murder a bunch of children? Burn down a village?” Oliviette’s veins swelled with blood as she became angrier, and her head started to throb even more. “Did you get greedy and rob a temple, and that’s why I have to die in a dungeon?”
Loki sighed - a deep, heavy sigh that originated in his bones and seized the air around her. Oliviette almost stopped, but he wasn’t giving her any valid justification as to why it had to be like this, and she was desperate to feel anything other than her own impending doom.
“No, it couldn’t have been so bad, or we would have heard of you before. So what was it? What did you do?”
“I don’t have to explain myself to you!”
“But you would if you were considerate!”
Oliviette stared unflinching in his direction, feeling a little bit insane for arguing with a shadow. A new fear lodged itself in her throat, that maybe she was just imagining him. Maybe he was just a hallucination - a reaper, meant to escort her to the afterworld. Maybe he was working with the guards, and that this was just the first step of torturous devices awaiting her.
Loki was quiet again, but it was different this time, like a thousand versions of the truth were spilling out of him all at once and he didn’t know which version to choose. But how could any one man be that complicated? And why did it have to be like this?
Oliviette swallowed hard and shook her head when he didn’t answer. Again, her mind sloshed in her skull, and it was pure agony even trying to exist anymore. All she wanted was to sleep, or to wake up and realize this was just a horrible nightmare. But she knew that was never going to happen.
She curled into herself again, huddled against the wall and too cold to care about anything else. Her eyes closed, and she didn’t even have the energy to hope that there was a greater purpose to this - because Loki wasn’t going to answer her, she was never going to get out of here, and this was going to be the method of her demise.
“This is me being considerate…” Loki’s voice wasn’t cruel or mocking, it was simply a matter of fact. Oliviette’s brow furrowed, and she cautiously opened her eyes to peer into the darkness.
“Me hiding away down here, rotting in despair - is me being considerate,” he continued, his self-loathing oozing out of every word - but she could tell that he believed everything he was saying.“You’re just…the latest of my many collateral damages.”
“Is that why you just sat there while the guards dragged me back here?” Oliviette asked quietly, unable to stop herself. She felt dizzy and nauseous and completely sick to her stomach. “Was that you being considerate, or was it because I’m just collateral damage to you?”
“Neither. I was listening to them. They were talking while you were unconscious…”
Oliviette’s eyes widened, amazed that he had actually put in the effort to pay attention. “Wait - you were listening to them?”
“The only other time I’ve heard them say anything was when you were dragged in here for the first time,” Loki answered, almost reluctantly, and her heart started pumping just a little bit faster. “But if I had revealed myself, they would have stopped talking, the way they did earlier when they realized you’d awoken…”
Her breath shuddered, and her limbs tingled with nervous energy. “Just the…mere fact that the guards are even talking now is significant to you?”
“That, and…” Loki cleared his throat before continuing. “The fact that they’re feeding you. So I’ll ask again…”
His tone shifted, from full on reluctance to conservative curiosity, like he couldn’t believe he was asking the question again but he also couldn’t ignore it any longer. Oliviette could feel his eyes boring into her for the first time, and she already knew what he was going to ask next.
“Who are you? And who is this Anathema?”
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The Monster and The Lady
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Happy Loki Season 2 Finale! As my gift to you here's the chapter a day early! ( The finale was amazing and it ripped my heart out and stomped on it.)
Asgard 2011
Astri was polishing her sword when Loki barged into her chambers. 
   "Remember the conversation we had about knocking, Loki?" She asked without looking up 
His lack of response got Astri to look away from her work. Loki was sitting on one of the large pieces of furniture that decorated her room. All of his attention was on his hands as he stared at them. 
   "If you're upset about what happened to Thor, I'm sure he is fine on Midgard." She said moving to sit next to him. "They love him there."
   "Stay back," Loki said, his deep voice suddenly scaring Astri. It was the same tone he often used when speaking to enemies in battle. It was intimidating, mean, and cold, and Astri hated everything about it.
She crossed so that she was sitting across from him, the small table felt like it was keeping her miles away from him. Loki's eyes looked red and swollen as he kept them focused on his hands. 
   "You've been crying." Astri observed, "What happened?" 
   "Nothing I can't handle." He lied.
   "It doesn't seem that way? Do you want some tea? We can talk about it, I'll send for Drifa." Astri offered gently
   "I didn't come here to talk," Loki said 
   "Then why are you here and not in your chambers?" Astri pushed, she knew he didn't just come here to sit, he had something he wanted to get off his chest. 
   "I don't want to be alone." He said, looking up, "You're the only thing that makes sense in this damn palace." 
Okay...progress. But he definitely had something else he wanted to say, Astri would take that for now. 
   "You don't have to worry. I won't be going anywhere, I'll stay here with you." Astri assured knowing her words were anything but lies.
   "You won't want to once you know though. That's what scares me." Loki said softly 
Astri wanted to reach across the table and hold his shaking hands but his harsh tone from earlier kept her grounded in her seat, hands folded neatly in her lap. The doors opened to her chambers and two guards walked in. 
   "Lady Astri, the queen summons you." The one on the right said. 
Astri wondered what could be amiss as she walked quickly through the halls. Loki was uncharacteristically a few paces behind her and dead silent when the guards directed them to Odin's chambers of all places. Frigga seemed frazzled and uncomposed when Astri saw her next to the Allfather. It was strange seeing her so distressed when she normally seemed to have everything under control. 
   "Astri, Loki." She stood and greeted them both with warm hugs. Loki's stiffened posture didn't go unnoticed by Astri. 
   "What happened?" Astri asked eyeing Odin's sleeping form 
   "He has fallen into the Odinsleep. It was too sudden this time. I fear he might not wake this time." Frigga said sadly 
   "He is strong, Frigga. I'm sure he will wake again soon." Astri said placing a warm hand on her mother figure's shoulder. Was this what Loki wanted to tell her? Did he cause this? The way he was acting made it seem worse than this. Odin had fallen to Odinsleep many times in the past.
The doors opened abruptly to reveal what had to be a full platoon of soldiers on the other side. When Loki turned to them they all bent their knee to him. One came forward and presented Loki with Gungnir, the spear Astri rarely saw Odin without. 
   "My king, Lady Sif, and the Warriors Three request an audience with you." He said once Loki had taken it from him
Astri felt her face pale when she realized what was happening. Loki seemed to have a similar reaction but quickly recovered and nodded to the man. 
   "I'll meet them in the throne room," Loki said, dismissing him and his fellow soldiers. 
   "Loki..." Astri said, reaching out to grab his hand. She didn't know what she was going to say just that she didn't want him to leave her. 
   "Stay here. With my mother." Loki said, pulling his hand away from her reach 
   "But I want to-" 
   "Stay. I'll send Drifa to bring you those cakes." Loki cut her off 
   "Is that an order...my king?" Astri asked, the words felt bitter in her mouth. 
   "Yes." He hissed before turning on his heel and leaving the door. 
   "Come sit with me, darling." Frigga beckoned to her.
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Loki kept his word and sent Drifa with Astri's favorite cakes. They were delicate little lemon-flavored things with soft powdered sugar on top. Beyond the cakes, he had also sent her the book she had been reading for the past week along with tea and a book for his mother. Even when he was upset, he was looking out for them.
   "What's on your mind?" Frigga asked, moving her eyes from Odin's form.
   "Nothing." Astri sighed 
   "Remember when I told you your mother and I were raised by witches?" 
Astri nodded. 
   "That means I can see with more than eyes. Now, why is my son troubling you?" She asked 
How does she always know what's wrong?
   "He seemed very distraught before you summoned me here. I know it could have just been Odin's condition but it seemed to be more than that." Astri confessed, "He kept staring at his hands too, and wouldn't let me sit next to him which you know he always does." 
   "I think it's best if I let him tell you what's wrong," Frigga advised suddenly looking away.
   "But you just asked me to tell you-" 
   "When Odin fell asleep, He and Loki were discussing...matters in the weapons vault. Loki told me what happened." Frigga explained, "But, it is not my place to tell my son's secrets to the world." 
   "But it's not the world. It's just me." Astri reasoned 
Silence passed and Astri could tell Frigga was thinking about something important.
   "Go to him. If he gets upset tell him he can whine about it to me." Frigga smiled
Astri groaned but stood up and went to the door anyway. 
   "You're sure you'll be ok alone?" She asked looking back at Odin. 
   "I have lived for thousands of years, darling. I will be alright." She smiled gently
Astri nodded before quietly slipping out the door. The walk to the throne room was incredibly brief. Perks of being the Allfather, your bedroom is closest to the most important room in the castle. 
Loki's armor was complimented by the large throne. The green he normally donned made him look more regal as his golden helmet shone when the light hit it. 
   "Lady Astri. I thought I ordered you to stay with my mother." 
  "And I thought you weren't an uptight jerk with a stick up your ass," Astri responded 
Loki's sharp gaze snapped to her and she stared up at him defiantly. He might be king now but she knew he'd never do anything to harm her. 
   "Leave us." He ordered the guards in the room 
Astri watched him slowly descend from the throne almost as if it was for dramatic purposes. King of Asgard? More like King of Dramatics.
   "What are you doing?" Loki asked, annoyed
   "I wanted to talk to you," Astri explained 
   "That doesn't mean you can call me names like that in front of others." Loki scolded "I'm acting king now."��
   "The guards do not care what names the king's childhood friend calls him. I bet some of them are old enough that they saw the time you and Thor went running through the castle naked." Astri smiled 
   "Stop it," Loki demanded, looking around to see if anyone had entered the room
   "I'll stop when you talk to me." Astri said, "Do you think any of them remember the time you went crying to Frigga after you had a nightmare from the scary story Thor told at that sleepover we had with Volstagg?" 
Loki snapped his fingers in her face before she could think of another embarrassing childhood moment of his. 
   "Alright. We'll talk. Just stop saying crazy things." He said 
   "Crazy? All those things happened Loki. Just like the time you farted in front of that gorgeous boy, you tried charming who was visiting from Xandar with her family." She laughed 
Loki's face had grown red as he gestured for her to follow him. 
   "Not another word about me as a child," Loki ordered 
   "The fart incident was 200 years ago. You were already fully grown at that point." She pointed out 
   "I'll cut your hair again," Loki said as they reached his chambers
Astri giggled as she sat down on his bed and gestured for him to sit next to her. 
   "I'll say here." Loki declined still several feet from her 
   "I'm not going to bite you you know," Astri said
   "I just...don't want to hurt you." Loki softly said, piddling with his hands, a gesture Astri noticed he had down since they were children.
   "You won't. Just...tell me what's wrong. I'll help you fix it. I promise." She sincerely said 
   "You can't. I can't. No one can." Loki said looking away from her and at his shoes 
   "How do you know? What's even wrong anyway?" Astri asked 
   "If I tell you, you'll be scared of me," Loki said quietly
   "I won't. Nothing you do will ever scare me." Astri swore
A soft beat of silence passed over the room as Astri wished Loki would look up at her. 
   "I am a monster. A relic Odin kept here until he had a purpose for me." Loki said 
   "You're not a monster," Astri assured, standing and crossing the room so she was close to him again. 
   "You don't understand...I'm...one of them. One of those monsters who we've been told frightening stories about since we were children. I am a Frost Giant. The monster who Asgardian parents tell their children to be frightened of when they misbehave. I was nothing but a bargaining chip to Odin. Another object in this castle that represents his conquest over these Nine Realms." Loki said angrily, words cutting across the air like knives, as he finally looking her in the eyes 
   "What do you mean you're a Frost Giant?" Astri asked slowly, surprised at his speech.
Loki led Astri through the castle as he told her the story Odin had told him merely hours before. She stayed silent the whole time, absorbing what came from his mouth. Loki couldn't tell what was worse, her silence or what she might say about who he was. They reached the weapons vault quicker than he would have liked and soon were standing in front of the Joutun's casket. 
   "I will show you." He said, barely trusting his voice 
    "You don't have to. Let's go back to the library and read together." Astri said reaching for him again.
Loki ignored her request and placed his hands on the casket again. An indescribable coldless tingled through his body and he watched his hands turn blue once more. He felt it spread across his body and felt the soft facial lines that all Frost Giants bore rise from his skin. When he was sure he had held it long enough, he turned back to his dear Astri, awaiting her judgment.
   "I understand if you want to leave," Loki said
Astri was silent as her eyes roamed across him. Her light brown eyes we taking in every inch of blue skin that Loki had exposed to her and when she was finally done looking she opened her mouth.
   "I don't care." She said
   "What?" Loki balked, feeling his skin begin to change again
   "I don't care what you are. Tomorrow you could show me you're actually a dragon with wings the size of me and I'd still stay by your side. What matters to me is that you're Loki. I don't care if you're blue." Astri said finally taking his hands when they had gone back to normal.
   "Why?" He asked, closing his eyes and savoring how his hands felt in his. 
   "Because you're important to me," Astri said pressing her forehead to his "No one knows me like you do, and no one ever will." 
No spoilers to the finale but I have never felt more devastated yet fufilled by a Marvel project ever. I don't think I've been this distressed since I watched Infinity War and had to watch Loki die and then 2 hrs later watch Peter "die" in Tony's arms.
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Ghost. - part 10: It ain't fair.
My personal suggestion for this chapeter is Hit the Road Jack by Ray Charles
Part 1 here - part 11 here
PAIRING: TVA!LokixOC
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SUMMARY: Loki meets sombody at the TVA he once knew. Unfortunately she doesn't seem to remember him.
TVA, 2021
Brad had led Mobius and Loki to Sylvie and had reaveld Dox’s plan to fix the damage to the sacred timeline.
The pruning of timelines carried out by Dox had been an effective genocide, but it had allowed them to gain time and narrow down the field to find Renslayer and Miss Minutes.
"We have a trace on Renslayer's tempad," Lydia announced, approaching Mobius's desk, followed by Casey.
"In fact, we have two," the latter clarified.
"Where are they?" Mobius urged.
"Chicago, 1868 and 1893," Casey handed a folder with all the details to Mobius.
"Is there anything relevant?"
"The 1893 Chicago World's Fair, but it wasn't particularly exciting, there was electricity and a pavilion run by women," Lydia shrugged.
"And is it important?" Loki asked, whom Lydia had been trying to ignore all along.
"If you had studied, you would know that they were very avant-garde things for the time," Lydia replied with a hint of venom before turning to Mobius. "I'll leave the operational part to you, let me know if you need anything else" she said before turning around and walking away.
"What did you do to her?" Mobius whispered to Loki.
"Nothing."
"It's never nothing," Casey interjected. "It's just that you don't know what it is."
"If I were you, I'd find out before she comes up with a way to prune us and make it look like an accident," Mobius urged.
Loki rolled his eyes before grabbing his coat and running after her.
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"May I know what's wrong?" he asked once he caught up with her outside the control room.
"Nothing," Lydia shrugged without turning towards him.
"Then why are you avoiding me?"
"I'm not avoiding you," she retorted without even looking up in his direction.
"Is it about the milkshake?" [A/N: I'm just Ken playing in the background]
Lydia froze in place and turned to Loki.
"You know, Loki, I don't think you've ever had a milkshake." She took a step towards him, causing him to step back. "They're small drinks" she took another step "fresh, fruity," another step, "not over five foot six with a crooked haircut and smelling of fried food."
Loki found himself stuck between her and the empty corridor wall.
"Are you talking about Sylvie?"
"Are you talking about Sylvie?" she mocked him. "Of course I'm talking about Sylvie."
"Wait a second... are you jealous?"
"Don't be ridiculous," she took a step back, "what should I be jealous of?"
Loki grabbed her wrist, pulling her towards him and reversing their positions so that she was pinned between the wall and his body.
"If it's not jealousy, then what is it?" he looked down at her.
"I don't like her," Lydia tried to hold his gaze as she felt her legs turn to jelly. "She's a viper."
"Strange," Loki breathed against her face as he saw her chest rise and fall faster and faster. "Even Mobius doesn't like her, yet he doesn't avoid me."
"I'm your friend, I care about you," despite Lydia's attempt to sound convincing as she held his gaze, her voice almost sounded like a whisper.
"Is that what we are, Lydia?" Loki leaned dangerously close to her. "Friends?"
"Aren't we?" her voice trembled as she unconsciously tilted her face up towards his.
"Ok, Casanova, we don't have time for this," Mobius grabbed Loki by the shoulder, pulling him away and causing him to stumble backward. "Mobius?!" Loki looked at him.
Lydia let out a breath she didn't know she was holding as her face flushed various shades of red.
"Come on, we had little time before and certainly it hasn't increased," Mobius started walking.
Loki sighed, following him, and in doing so, glanced at Lydia, finding her blushing, with her mouth slightly open and her chest rising and falling rapidly. She was a work of art.
Turning around, Loki slipped on his coat, pleased with himself for causing all that beauty, and ran a finger over his lips, wondering if hers were at least half as soft as they seemed.
Basically the essence of situationships. Where you just can't be jelous 'cause he ain't ya boyfriend. But com'on. Y'all clearly made for eachother. If you agree, you're welcome to apply to the delulu club, I'm president. Anyway, thanks everyone for reading, I accept suggestions 'cause I'm unsure about my ability to write streamier scenes. Let me know if anyone's interested in being added to the tag list.
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Maybe Season 2: Chapter 2
Summary: You work at the TVA as an analyst. Every day is the same- boring case after boring case- but your entire life changes one day when a new variant shows up.
Word Count: 4k
Catch up on season 1 of the series!
A/N: She's a long one - thanks for your patience. In this chapter, we dig deeper into the reader and Sylvie's unique relationship dynamic. Lowkey proud of the character/relationship development.
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The chaos of the world faded away as he held you.
The TVA no longer shook, Mobius wasn’t running around like a madman with O.B., the universe wasn’t collapsing. How could it, when you were holding your universe so tightly you thought you would break his ribs? 
You had feared his anger, his resentment - mostly because you knew you deserved it. But Loki didn’t hesitate to gather you in his embrace, arms twisting tightly around you as he buried his face in the crook of your neck.
“I missed you,” he whispered.
“I missed you, too,” you whispered back.
“I’m so sorry,” you both blurted simultaneously.
Loki pulled back from you, chuckling with that mischievous twinkle in his eye. 
“You don’t have to be sorry,” he said, caressing your cheek. “You were only doing what you thought was right.”
“So were you.”
“And, about Lamentis -” he started.
You knew what he really wanted to say: ‘About Sylvie.’
“Let’s not talk about that now,” you interrupted. 
The image of He Who Remains flashed through your head. The memory of him telling you about the nature of Loki and Sylvie’s relationship. All mere hours after Loki told you he loved you for the first time. You subconsciously rubbed your chest at the heartache. 
“We have time,” you continued. “Right, now I’m just happy to be back here.”
Loki’s smile faded to a grimace. You watched as anxiety invaded every inch of his body. He started to bite his nails, but you slapped them away from his face before he could do any damage. 
He shot you a look that read: really?
“Bad habit,” you told him.
As a distraction, you slipped your hands into his. He interlaced your fingers before pressing a gentle kiss to the back of your hand. 
“We might not have as much time as you think, my dear.”
Suddenly, the ground between you and Loki split open. The two of you shot back in opposite directions. The TVA shook violently underneath your feet. Your home was being destroyed in front of your eyes - monitors falling to the floor, screens cracking, windows shattering. 
The TemPad in your pocket shot out bright sparks. You shrieked, racing to grab it from your pocket and throw it aside. As soon as it fell to the TVA floor, it exploded, with pieces of metal flying everywhere. A piece of shrapnel was inches away from your face when it suddenly froze, surrounded by a bright green mist. Your eyes turned toward Loki whose hand was outstretched. 
“Nice catch,” you said.
The shrapnel fell to the ground, and Loki rushed over to you. He soothed his hand up and down your forearm, and a chill ran down your spine. 
Slowly, the ruckus in the TVA simmered until it eventually stood still. 
“I need to show you something,” Loki said softly. 
This can’t be good.
- – -
You stared out the glass of the observation room. Dox’s bombs had turned the timeline into a horrifying sight. Pieces of pure time floated away into the ether, the lives of those in it forever lost.
What if one of them was where you were originally from? Before the TVA kidnapped you and wiped your memories. You might’ve lost everything, and you wouldn’t have even known. 
“So you need He Who Remains’s aura?” You asked, not taking your eyes off the timeline.
“Yes!” Said the chipper voice of O.B., who stood behind you at one of the computers. 
“How are we supposed to find him? He didn’t exactly exist in the normal constraints of time. Is there even a past variant of him to find?” You ran circles in your head through all of the variables, all of the possibilities. Nothing made sense, not anymore. 
“Renslayer’s working with him - I heard them,” explained Loki. “Casey’s working to track her TemPad, so wherever - or whenever - we find her, we find him.”
“This is such a mind fuck,” you scoffed in frustration. 
“Tell me about it,” Mobius laughed. 
You jumped as the doors of the observation room opened, slamming against the wall. Casey ran in frantically, TVA guidebook in one hand, TemPad in the other.
“I found her.”
- – -
“I don’t mind a nice skirt, but this corset is eating me alive,” you wheezed, pulling at the fabric across your stomach.
“I, for one, think you look rather stunning,” Loki flirted, shooting you a wink.
“Charmer,” you teased.
“I can’t take you two anywhere,” Mobius groaned. 
The three of you stood in Gilded Age clothing on the streets of Chicago. While the 1800s were hardly your favorite era from the timeline, it was beautiful up close.
Mobius walked ahead, but your and Loki’s steps fell in sync. You linked your arm with his, briefly leaning your head on his shoulder.
“I know you said you didn’t want to talk about it, but -”
“Loki -”
“I need you to know how much you matter to me. You. No one else. Never anyone else,” he hollered loudly. Passerby stared at the two of you, whispering to one another. 
“Apologies,” Loki said to them, tipping his tophat. 
“I know you care about me Loki, but if you feel the same way for her…” you trailed off, unsure of what you would do. You didn’t even want to think about the possibility of his head turning. 
“I don’t,” he exasperated, as if the words pained him to hear. “I thought I was going to die on Lamentis. I’d faced death before, but there was always a way around it. There wasn’t then - I was staring into the face of an inevitable apocalypse. Neither of us were thinking straight and all I did was hold her hand. It was for comfort and reassurance. Not lust, not love, not even affection. All of my affections are reserved for you.”
He put his hand over his heart, his eyes never leaving yours. There was no hesitancy or distraction. The eye contact made you squirm internally, consumed by the bright blue swirls. 
“I believe you,” you whispered, softly smiling at him.
Loki’s eyebrows shot up, almost like he was startled.
“Really?” He asked in disbelief.
“Why is that so surprising?” You chuckled, pushing a stray strand of raven hair behind his ear. 
“People rarely trust my word,” he said, slowly grabbing your hand from his hair. “God of Mischief and all.”
“I trust you, Mischief,” you said.
I’ve never said that to anyone before. 
His eyes glazed over as he smiled at you. He leaned down to kiss your forehead, as he ran his thumb over your knuckles.
“I trust you, too.”
“Hurry the hell up!” You heard Mobius yell from down the block.
You and Loki burst out into laughter. He rarely laughed - it was a beautiful melody to hear.  
“Come on then, lover,” you said, pulling on his hand. “We have a fugitive to catch.” 
- – -
The three of you had split up, searching the festival for any sign of Renslayer or He Who Remains. Loki and Mobius had wandered off to this magic show by a man named Victor Timely. You, however, decided to walk around the grounds, searching the ins and outs of the crowd. 
You smiled at the sighs. Children running freely, laughing with their friends. Families spending quality time together, sharing drinks and popcorn. Couples who got lost in their own little world. You wondered if Loki looked at you the way those men looked at their partners. 
Everyone looked so happy. At peace and unaware of the coming war. These were the people you had sworn to protect. It was one thing to watch over them from the prison that is the Citadel, but to see them face-to-face was glorious. 
A little girl with blonde hair parted into pigtails ran up to you and crashed into your legs, squeezing them tight. 
“Oh!” You startled, looking down at her. “Hello there.”
You bent down to the girl’s height and waved. She waved back with her chubby little fingers.
“Are you alright?”  
“She wants to see you,” the little girl said.
“Sorry?”
“She wants to see you,” the little girl repeated. She was so young, her teeth hadn’t even fully grown in. She smiled at you with her gums. “Go to the ferris wheel.”
“Who wants to see me?”
She opened her mouth, as if she was about to answer, but shut it quickly. She giggled before running off into the crowd. 
It was like the air had turned cold. Every bone in your body told you not to follow. 
Run. 
But, before your mind could come to a decision, your legs started to move. You ran after the girl, ducking and dodging between people. The girl ran up the steps of the ferris wheel, disrupting the line of people who were waiting to ride. You ran into a few of them, and could hear their angry calls from behind you. 
Once you reached the ferris wheel platform, you went to grab the little girl’s arm to stop her, but your fingers went right through her. You pulled your hand back, before reaching for her again. It wasn’t real - she wasn’t real. Then, she disappeared right between your fingers.
“I know illusions are more Loki’s thing, but I knew you sure as hell wouldn’t have followed me.”
You whipped around to see Sylvie leaning against the rail of the stairs. She looked different than the last time you’d seen her - which, coincidentally, was also when you tried to kill each other. She had grown her hair out into a mullet and ditched her traditional Loki armour for slacks and a long green jacket. 
“Well, you’re right about that,” you retorted. 
The air was tense between you, but you could tell she wasn’t here to fight. Her eyes held a level of despair and loneliness you knew all too well. She wasn’t even holding a knife, which was a rare occasion.
“I mean you no harm,” she whispered.
“I know,” you started. “Look, I’m sorry. About everything. That wasn’t how I wanted it all to happen.”
Sylvie bit the inside of her cheek as she stared at you. You could’ve sworn you saw tears build up in her eyes, but she never let them fall. 
Stubborn girl.
“You don’t have to say it back,” you added. “I know you’re-”
“I’m sorry, too,” she blurted. 
“Is that the first time you’ve apologized to someone?” You asked, chuckling. 
Sylvie shrugged, unable to hide the smile on her face.
“I mean, I’m not sorry about trying to kill He Who Remains. After everything he did…to everyone, to me. What did you expect me to do - believe him, trust him?” she sighed, trying to contain her frustration. “But I shouldn’t have hurt you. I never meant to hurt you, you must know that.”
“I do,” you whispered, nodded profusely. “I shouldn’t have hurt you either.”
You walked toward the blonde, drawing her into a hug before she could protest. She didn’t hug you back, but she did drop her head onto your shoulder. 
I’ll take it. 
“I really am sorry about what happened,” Sylvie said, pulling back from the embrace, eyes pleading with you. “And I hope you don’t hate me for what I’m about to do.
“What -”
Suddenly, footsteps boomed up the stairs and screams pierced your ears. A man emerged from the line, tripping over the stairs, and falling onto the platform. He stood up clumsily before rushing over to you and hiding behind your shoulder.
“What are you doing?!” You scolded, shoving the man off you.
“Victor!”
The familiar voice echoed throughout the platform as Loki entered your view. He pushed past people, running over to you and the man, prying him off of you. Loki held the man up by his collar, towering over him.
“Don’t touch her,” Loki threatened. “You’re clearly very good at getting away-”
You caught a glint of emerald in your periphery. Sylvie had drawn a blade from thin air, pointing it at the throat of the clumsy man.
“Sylvie!” You and Loki both shouted.
Loki moved in front of the man, shielding him from his variant. He held his hands up, trying to reason with her.
“Sylvie, no,” he spoke. 
“You stay out of this,” she snapped.
Using her magic, she lifted the man and Loki off their feet. She threw them backwards into one of the ferris wheel cars. She marched over to them, with you right on her heels. The car door slammed behind you.
You ran over to Loki, who was lying on the floor, clutching his side. You slipped your arm around his torso, sitting him up. 
“Are you okay?” You asked, moving the hair out of his eyes.
He nodded, gripping your waist as he stood. 
“Just wait,” he said to Sylvie. “Just wait one second!”
The blonde woman inched toward her prey. 
“You’ve done enough,” she spat. “Now, get out of my face and let me finish my job.”
She swung her blade ferosiously toward Loki. Instinctively, you pushed him out of the way. The blade met your shoulder, cutting through your dress and across your skin. You cried out in pain, gripping your shoulder. Blood dribbled down the fabric of your arm, painting it a gruesome red.
Sylvie’s eyes widened, and she stepped back, dropping the blade to her side.
“No, no,” she whispered to herself. “I’m sorry.”
Loki looked at your arm in horror, and in a blind furry, summoned all his magic. With a flash of bright green, Sylvie had flown back into the window. The glass crunched at the impact, slowly cracking as she fell to the floor. 
Sylvie growled as she pushed herself to her feet. 
“When you showed up out of nowhere to ruin my life,” she yelled at Loki. “You asked me what I would do if one of his variants turned up. And I told you then, I’d kill him.”
Confusion prickled your mind, and you knew you had missed a step. You turned to look at the strange man Sylvie had been trying to kill.
“Oh my god.”
You had been so distracted by the chaos, you’d never looked at him - really looked at him. Behind the glasses and the large hair, it was clear as day. He Who Remains stood before you.
“It’s not him,” Loki said. “[Y/N], my dear, meet Victor Timely.”
The strange man awkwardly adjusted his tailcoat before bowing his head at you.
“Pleasure,” he greeted. 
“Uh huh,” you said, frozen in shock.
“Look, Sylvie,” Loki said. “We need him. Without his help, the TVA will be destroyed.”
“Good. Let it burn. Do you care about anything but the TVA?”
“Of course I do!” He shot back, eyes flickering toward you. 
“The TVA,” Victor stuttered, grabbing something from inside his coat. 
He pulled out a small orange booklet and started flipping through the pages. The TVA guidebook.
“How did you get that?” You asked him. 
He didn’t get a chance to answer before Sylvie lunged at him again.
“I know you just want to be left alone to live a life on your branch,” Loki stopped her. “I understand that. But if the loom fails, and the TVA is destroyed, there won’t be a life to go back to. Not for you, not for anyone.”
Sylvie clenched her jaw. 
“It’s true,” you chimed in. 
Sylvie looked at you and you saw some of the fight disappear from her body. 
“We can’t fix this without him,” you continued. 
“Stopping that place from being destroyed and fixing it are two very different things,” Sylvie told you. “And working with one of his variants is not going to get you either.”
It was like she was pleading with you, begging you to be on her side. But this wasn’t about sides - it’s life or death. 
“Your machete hasn’t solved any problems thus far,” Loki sassed, and you slapped him on the arm. 
“Cut it out,” you whispered. 
He raised his hands in surrender.
“Do you really think I want to be here?” Sylvie asked you genuinely. “Do you think I’m going to get any joy out of killing this man?”
“Of course not,” you shot back. “You’re doing this because you think you have to, but I’m trying to tell you that you don’t.”
Sylvie summoned the TVA guidebook out of Victor’s hands, holding it out to you.
“Where do you think he got this book?!” She cried out. “If you - the ultimate timekeeper - and the TVA hadn’t messed with him, he’d have remained harmless. But instead, you weaponized him!”
“I didn’t do this,” you asserted. “What are you talking about?”
“Renslayer set him on a path that he wasn’t meant for. And now you are waltzing him right back into the TVA. What, are you trying to get him to replace you? You finally realized you couldn’t hack it?”
“Watch it,” you spat, trying to act like she hadn’t hit a nerve.
“He’s the thief of all free will,” she whispered, her tone cold like ice. “The most dangerous man who ever lived.”
“I’ve never met him in my life!” You screamed at her. “He’s not He Who Remains. Just like you aren’t Loki.”
“You haven’t got a clue.”
Sylvie ran around you, swinging her blade at Loki and Victor. Loki used his magic to move you into the corner of the car, out of harms way. 
They were so quick in their movements you could barely see them fight. All you saw was swirls of green magic and wind rushing beneath Sylvie’s blade. 
At one point the two shot blasts at each other simultaneously. The intertwined magic exploded like a grenade. The windows shattered and glass rained down on you. You tried to shield your face, but weren’t quick enough to avoid the first few shards. They scraped at your face before falling to the floor.
You heard Loki yell as the force flung him and Victor from the car and down the platform stairs. You quickly ran to the ferris wheel platform, eyes widening in horror at Loki lying still in the dirt. 
“Loki!”
You ran toward him, dropping your knees into the dirt beside him. You were so focused on him, you didn’t notice Renslayer creep out of the crowd and run toward Victor. 
Bystanders started to surround the four of you, helping Victor and Loki to their feet. Murmurs of questions and concerns rung through the festival. 
“Are you alright?” You asked Loki, holding his cheek.
“Where is he?” Loki asked.
“Timely?” 
“Yes.”
“I’m not sure, I-”
A bright light flashed before you, Loki rushed in front of you, pushing you behind him.
“No fucking way.”
A retro-decorated Miss Minutes stood 20 feet tall before you. She laughed manically as the crowd of people screamed and ran from her in horror. She stomped after them, ripping down flags and lights and throwing them to the ground.
“You better run!” She shoutered in that southern accent.
“She has a lot of audacity,” you said to Loki, rolling your eyes.
“Tell me about it.”
Loki was shoved from the back, and you were about to whip around and yell at whoever did it, before Sylvie marched past him, body-checking his shoulder.
“This is your fault,” she said to him before walking away.
“Honestly!” He groaned in frustration. It was like watching two siblings fight.
“Don’t take it personally,” you tried. “She’s like a moody teenager.”
“Loki! [Y/N]!”
Mobius rode around the corner in a idiotically small tricycle. He patted the seat behind him, as if to say hop on.
“Fuck no.”
“Absolutely not.”
- – -
After running around Chicago for an hour to no avail, you had tracked He Who Remains and Renslayer to a small, wooden lab in Michigan. You walked through the orange glow of the TimeDoor to find Renslayer strapped with a pruning gun, as Victor cowered before her.
While Loki and Mobius shouted at her to stop, you had waited far too long to confront Renslayer to merely use words.
You charged at her, tackling her to the ground. The gun went off in the struggle, pruning random items around the room - a chair, an invention, a mannequin. 
“Get. Off!” Renslayer grunted below you. 
You drew your fist back and punched her right in the face. Renslayer shrieked and clutched her nose, which now had blood flowing from it and onto her cheek.
“You sent me to the void!”
You punched her again.
“You betrayed us!” 
And again.
“I actually thought you were my friend!”
Again.
“You tried to kill the man I love!”
Before you could punch Renslayer again, arms wrapped around your waist pulling you off her. You fought against the hold, twisting around to find it was Mobius. Loki simply stood by the door, beaming at you proudly. 
“That’s my girl.”
Ravonna lay on the ground, unarmed, slipping in and out of consciousness. She tried to push herself up on her forearms, but failed, falling back to the floor.
“You’ve lost your way, Renslayer,” you spat at her. “And you lost everything because of it.”
“You don’t know what it takes to lead,” Renslayer groaned between spits of blood. “You failed.”
You lunged at her again, but Mobius held you back.
“Think happy thoughts,” he tried to soothe. “Puppies, unicorns…jet skis.”
“I don’t know, Mobius, I think you should let her have another go.”
Sylvie appeared from behind you, drawing her sword from her side. She walked over to Timely who recoiled to a corner of the lab. Her blade scraped across the wood as she dragged it over to his quivering form. Loki went to stop her, but you threw your arm out, blocking him.
“Wait,” you told him. 
Something felt different this time.
Sylvie held her blade up at the man’s throat - just close enough to feel like a threat, but not strong enough to pierce skin. 
“Please,” Victor begged softly, looking up a Sylvie. “I haven’t done anything.”
“Oh, you will. You’ll do terrible things.”
“That isn’t me. You don’t know the heart I have beating in my chest,” a tear slipped down his face. “I can make my own choices.”
You watched as the words diffused into Sylvie’s mind.
I haven’t done anything. 
That isn’t me. 
I can make my own choices.
Victor Timely wasn’t He Who Remains. He was simply Victor Timely. And if Sylvie slaughtered him for something he could do, or someone he could become, wouldn’t that make her the same as those she despises? Wouldn’t that directly contradict the free will she preaches? 
“Come on, Sylvie,” you whispered to yourself. 
Sylvie’s bottom lip quivered and her grip on the sword wavered. She breathed heavily, as if she was at war with herself. Slowly, she turned and looked at you, a tear slipping down her cheek.
“Get him out of here.”
You nodded, retracting your arm and letting Loki rush forward. As him and Mobius gathered Victor, you walked toward the somber woman. You wiped the tear staining her cheek. 
“The right things are always the hardest to do,” you spoke. “But we must do them anyway.”
She leaned into your touch and closed her eyes, nodding slightly. 
Mobius opened a TimeDoor and instructed Victor to walk through. Loki followed him, glancing back at Sylvie.
“Don’t make me regret this,” she told him.
“I won’t,” he said before disappearing through the door, Mobius tailing after him.
“What are you going to do with Renslayer?” You asked Sylvie, nudging your head to the woman sprawled across the floor.
“I’m going to take her somewhere she can’t hurt anyone.”
A blanket of silence fell over the two of you, and you wondered if you’ve ever shared a moment that wasn’t at least slightly uncomfortable. 
“Be safe, Sylvie,” you told her, touching her shoulder. 
You walked away. And you didn’t look back.
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