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𝐌𝐲 𝐏𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬𝐬: 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝟏

𝐋𝐨𝐤𝐢 𝐱 𝐏𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬𝐬!𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 | 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 𝐬𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐨𝐟 𝐚𝐛𝐮𝐬𝐞 |

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: 𝐋𝐨𝐤𝐢 𝐟𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐲𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐀𝐥𝐟𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐦.

*Probably will make this a multi part thing but idk I’ll see how it goes🙃*

You finished plaiting the last braid in your hair before continuing your peaceful stroll along the rushing river in the queens gardens.

You had been welcomed most warmly that dawn by the king and queen of Asgard, but as the princes were on a mission fighting in another realm, you were still yet to meet them.

As a light elf, you had the most radiant spirit and connected deeply with nature. You were a princess, yes, but that wasn’t always what you prioritised. You generally never dressed like one and you never cared for the politics of it all. One of the main reasons you were here now, on Asgard.

After your mother's passing, your father believed that if you spent time around this royal family, that ‘perhaps you’ll learn the proper manners of a princess’, as he had said.

You scoff at the memory. It may have only be recent, but, life hasn't been the same since your mother died. Your father is cold and distant. Life is lonely and dull.

Hour pass as you remain in the gardens, surrounded by animals and natural beauty. So lost in your own train of thought, you don’t even notice that someone has entered your presence.

“I do not believe that maids are allowed unaccompanied in the queens gardens.” The smooth voice snaps your from your trance and you turn to look over your shoulder.

You recognise the man standing before you immediately. Maid...really? Prince Loki; tall, dark, and handsome as ever. Does he really not realise who you are?

You cock your head to the side. “Oh, right. My apologies…my prince.” You bow your head slightly and he raises a brow as you stifle a giggle and run off back to the palace entrance. You decide to reside in your room reading, until dinner time.

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"My boys. You both look rather dashing." Frigga's soft voice floats throughout the currently empty dining hall.

"Why thank you, mother." Thor replies as Loki smiles silently in response.

"So where is this.. princess.. that is going to be staying with us?" Loki asks, trying his best to hide his intrigue. His current thoughts were solely that of the princess and mysterious 'maid' he had found in the garden earlier that day that he had never seen before.

"Coming right now, and be nice to her, please. She has just lost her mother. She is delicate." Her voice is soft and there's a sadness to it. Your mother was, after all, one of Frigga's closest friends.

The guards open the doors to the dining hall. Meekly, you walk in and bow in front of the royal family before you.

"Rise, child." Odin's voice booms and you flinch slightly.

Frigga smiles fondly and gestures for you to come over. You slowly approach, curls in your hair bouncing slightly as you hold your beautiful, long, flowing dress.

"How are you, my dear?" Frigga asks as she holds your hands in hers.

You hesitate. "I'm okay, your highness."

"Good. And please, call me Frigga." She chuckles. "Here, meet my sons. Thor, and Loki." She smiles proudly.

As you reach a hand out to shake, you realise you shouldn't. Your father would whip your hand if you did that. Not that he's there, but you won't risk it this time. You settle on a curtsy.

"Welcome to Asgard, princess. We are more than happy to have you." Thor shouts kindly. You smile in return, feeling an odd sense of comfort from the large man.

You look over, making eye contact with Loki. He stares back at you, stunned, eyeing you up and down with a curious smirk. You blush and try not to laugh.

"It would seem that Prince Loki and I have actually met already."

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The room bustled with people, eating their various foods and chatting about nothing. Small talk this, small talk that. Empty conversations will be the death of you.

"So, princess Y/n. How is your father faring?" A rough voice from beside you asks.

You groan internally.

"Quite well. Thank you." You reply through gritted teeth. You smile and silently stand there in hopes that unfamiliar man will leave. But, he doesn't.

"And how is life on Asgard treating you?" Another question you can roll your eyes at.

"Well considering I've been here barely a day, how about I get back to you on that one another time." You throw him a sour smile, handing him your drink before walking away curtly.

You find yourself standing alone in the corner as the night pursues. It seems that gossip travels rather fast here on Asgard as people were already whispering and casting judging glances. Perhaps you were too unnecessarily rude to the man. Well, who cares, maybe it means you can go home quicker.

"You do not care for dancing?" A husky voice asks from behind you.

"You do not care for approaching people like a normal person?" You don't need to turn around to know who it is.

He shrugs, no standing beside you. "I am not a normal person. It is simply part of my charm."

"Well that I sure do not care for." You cross your arms. How much longer until this is over.

"Ouch. You itch so badly to get out of here." He says quietly as he looks out onto the sea of people, who are starting to stare even more so now that you're talking to their prince.

"Don't you?" You scoff. "Look. I've been here a day and already all these people hate me."

"They do not hate you. They simply...misunderstand you, I suppose. Take your honesty as hostility." He shrugs.

"I said one thing! Just the one!" You raise one finger to emphasise and he chuckles in amusement.

"You will get over it, and I assure you, they will too." He tells you, as if he has experienced this before too.

Your eyes widen as you come to a shocking realisation. "If this news gets back to my father he is going to kill me."

Loki scoffs. "Please, with something this tame? I doubt it, princess."

His use of the words princess makes your stomach flip but you ignore the feeling and mumble incoherently back to him.

"I need to shower and organise my room with all my stuff." You say, changing the subject as you anxiously bite your nails, counting down the seconds till you can leave already.

"You do know there is maids for that, right?" He replies smugly, hands tucked into his pockets.

"Yes.. but you do know I'm not one of them, right?"

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Hi my dear !!

My req idea is a fluffy (spicy thoughts can be included) 'seeing each other for the first' time thing with Asgard!Prince!Loki and his betrothed princess yn 🍬💓

💖💖You got it! Thanks for the fun request, @fictive-sl0th! I hope you don't mind that I added a little twist to your idea! Please enjoy! 💖💖

“The Princess and the Stable Boy” 

After a lifetime of preparation, you finally travel to Asgard for your wedding to Prince Loki, a mysterious man you’ve never met. After your cruel betrothed repeatedly abandons you during your wedding week, you find a special friend with an open ear to whom you bare your soul. But the situation becomes fraught when, on your wedding day, you find you want to give your heart to someone else. 

Pairing: Prince!Loki x Princess!Reader Genre: Fluff, Angst, a little spice Content Warnings: forced marriage, hidden identities, some borderline-smutty thoughts Word Count: 4.5k

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“And, tell me, what is the Prince’s excuse this time?” you asked, looking at the diminutive maid in your doorway, her plain white robes a stark contrast to the elaborate, guided threshold she filled. 

“His father is holding court this evening, m’lady,” she replied, her head bowed, refusing to meet your eye. 

Twisting your lip into a skeptical frown, you kept your disappointment inside for the sake of dignity. “Court is never held after sunset,” you answered. “He’s pissed off again.”

The maid didn’t reply. “He did send his regards--”

“--every cursed night for the past four days he’s ‘sent his regards’! We marry in another six and I have yet to see his face, nor he mine,” you  growled, frustration rising in your voice as your anger obscured your manners.”Is he deformed?”

“No, m’lady. His handsomeness is unmatched.” 

“Does his tastes fall to another sex?”

She denied. “M’lady, the Prince is open about his desires, and he does not discriminate between sexes.”

 “Well, does this bastard wish to marry me or not??”

The maid looked helpless for an answer. You softened a little in sympathy. “I suppose you wouldn’t understand.”

She shook her head bashfully. “No, m’lady.”

“Then, just go,” you dismissed, not even bothering to wait in the room for her to leave before scurrying into your parlor and slamming the door, finally letting the scream out that had been building up inside you. It felt like a wonderful release, but it didn;t solve your problem. 

You were getting married to a blank face in six days, uniting your realms, as was decreed on the day of your birth. You were raised getting to know your husband through correspondence, tutors, and finishing lessons. You only knew of his interests through quizzes and long hours of study. And for all your hard work, on the eve of the culmination of it all: he hadn;t even bothered to meet you. 

It was enough of a humiliation when your entourage approached the palace at Asgard only to be greeted by your future brother-in-law, ready with an excuse that your fiance was ailing. The following day, you’d heard he was spotted hunting on the edge of the city. 

The next day, Prince Loki missed your supper with the royal family. Queen Frigga had given you a sympathetic apology, insisting she would send him to greet you personally the following day, assuring you that Loki was eager to wed and merely taking care of some final pre-marital business.

He never appeared at your door, and you’d wasted the entire day waiting for him. 

You were a strong princess, full of glorious purpose, ready to wed whether your heart wanted to or not. Prince Loki was making it very difficult for you to keep your resolve the more it became obvious that he was avoiding you. Every minute that passed solidified the fact in your mind that you were going to be nothing but a weight shackled to his ankle, occasionally bearing an heir and appearing publicly at his side. You were about to become an official Asgardian ornament.

What a sad fate for a princess, you bemoaned, throwing open your balcony doors and stepping out into the night air. You overlooked the inner courtyards and fields of the palace property, a tree line off against the indigo horizon. The twinkle of the city itself was off, beyond the north wall, the light pollution dousing the stars above your head. The rolling knolls were difficult to admire in the twilight.

Something caught your eye before you lost yourself in pitying thought: by the west wall appeared to be a stable, occupied with the royal steeds no doubt. You could have sworn you heard a whinny from that direction. Smiling, you decided that perhaps a horse’s ear was better than no ear at all (and you’d already scared away most of your maids). 

Within a few minutes, you’d donned a black cape and simple dress so as not to attract attention. With all the free time you’d had not getting to know your future husband, you’d gotten to know the ins and outs of the palace corridors quickly, so it was no time before you were out in the open air and strutting toward the stable. You briefly looked up in the direction of the highest tower in the palace: the tower where the royals themselves bedded. Prince Loki was up there somewhere, not giving a damn about you or how lonely you felt. 

“Don’t worry, Loki,” you whispered bitterly before turning away from the palace again, “I won’t say one voluntary word to you for the duration of our lives.”

The stables were clean and impeccably-kept, and the lights you’d seen were still on when you arrived. You stepped inside to find that only one of the stables was occupied, by a tall, sturdy, black stallion. He was contentedly munching on something in a metal bucket hanging off of the side of the cubicle.

Someone watched the horse, leaning with his back against the opposite stall door. His ankles were crossed, as well as his arms, and he looked deep in thought. His raven hair hung in his face, unruly and thick. His gray shirt was unfastened, hanging open at his sides, barely holding onto his shoulders. His tight green leggings were tucked into shin-high leather riding boots. He had a tattoo of an ouroboros winding about his chest, just below his razor-sharp clavicle. You swore it was moving very slowly, slithering about the man’s chest in an infinity loop. 

There was a quality to his profile that immediately stopped you in your path. It was intimidating, but also attractive, as if he was posing for a painting but trying to look candid at once. Upon hearing the shuffling of your boots on the hay-lined floor, the young man lifted his gaze to meet yours, and his blue eyes lit up. 

Looking upon his face only added to the haunting, yet rustic beauty of the man. His jaw was angular, his lips perfectly plump and distorted into an amused smile at seeing your face.

“Princess,” he mumbled, his voice low and casual. “You’re a long way from your chambers.” 

You rolled your eyes. “How do you know me? We’ve never met.”

He scoffed in reaction. “Everyone in the palace knows of the lovely future Princess of Asgard. I may be just another peasant among the ranks, but I’m not as dim as most of them.”

“You certainly have the arrogance of the Prince,” you sneered back. “I did not mean to suggest that you’re simple.” 

The mysterious stranger raised his eyebrow and pushed off from the wall with his shoulder. “You’ve met him?”

Shaking your head, you looked to the side sheepishly. “No.”

“Still?” chuckled the boy, taking another step toward you, but planting himself there. “And you have not tried seeking him out?”

“It isn’t protocol for me to summon him,” you sighed. “It would be considered stepping out of line.”

“Well, from my experience,” said the peasant, “Stepping out of line is the quickest way to get what you want.” 

You looked at him again. “I suppose being judged so harshly without having the chance to even please my betrothed isn’t the best motivator.” 

Your conversational partner shrugged. “Maybe he is simply nervous himself? Perhaps he feels those scrutinous eyes fall on him as well, and he isn’t sure how to--?”

“--I should have known, you’d never understand,” you mumbled bitterly, turning your back to him. You had no interest in listening to this apologist make excuses for whatever mental game your fiance was playing without your consent. You chose to disengage quickly, not having the energy to stand up for yourself. “My mistake. I’m sorry to have bothered you, stable boy.” 

You began to walk away. “My name is Arik,” the boy called after you, his voice heightened. 

You stopped. He sounded instantly contrite. 

“It sounds as if I’ve thrown a switch I shouldn’t have,” he continued. “Please forgive me, Princess. I didn't mean to further distress you. I was only seeking to console with you a possible explanation as to the Prince’s rude welcome.”

Turning back, you allowed yourself a small smile. It hurt your cheeks to do so after several days of doing very little with your jaw other than bemoaning your annoying situation. 

“Arik,” you repeated. 

He nodded and clicked his heels, standing at attention like a general, and bowing at the waist. “At your humble service, my Lady.” 

You stepped in further, gaining a closer look at the stable boy. Indeed, the tattoo moved on his chest. “I’ve never seen art like this,” you said breathlessly. The details in the ink were beautiful and delicate. Arik seemed to like you moving in and focusing your gaze on his pectorals. 

“My br--Prince Thor has a similar one,” he said quietly. “It is a large bolt of lightning shooting down his back from between his shoulder blades.” 

“How do you know this? Do the Princes walk about the palace nude?” you laughed. 

Arik’s smile widened at your laugh. “No, Princess. I served with the Princes during our mandatory conscription. Close quarters and all.” 

You sighed. “Which means the blasted stable boy knows my husband more than I!” you lamented. 

He laughed with you. “Perhaps it is time The Prince conquered his bashfulness,” he agreed. “From where I stand, he is the one missing out by delaying his meeting with you.”

You felt a burning blush crawl up your cheek at the compliment. “Arik…” you paused before continuing. “...if you do know the Princes so well…could you tell me about them? If I cannot learn of my husband from himself--”

Arik took your hand in his, bringing it gently to his lips. “--if you are asking me to familiarize you with our sovereigns in their pathetic absence, I would be most happy to oblige you, Princess.”

Your heart fluttered against your ribs, and you began to feel giddy. 

“Sadly,” he went on, your optimism instantly dropping off, “my services are required elsewhere in just a few moments.”

You sighed. “Oh.”

“However, if you wished to meet me here tomorrow evening,” Arik suggested, “It would be my honor to take you for a ride through the knolls.”

As much as you wanted to say yes, you knew that you had to turn him down. “The masque is tomorrow night.” 

“Oh, yes, I forgot.” 

There was no way Prince Loki would be able to abandon you at the masque ball set for tomorrow. It was in honor of your impending marriage. Even if you weren’t going to see his face, you would absolutely be expected to dance with him in front of the mobility of Asgard. 

“If only I could leave him alone in the middle of the floor for once,” you muttered bitterly. “I’m sure he regrets our appointment tomorrow night more than I.”

Arik smiled. “I admire your passion. Perhaps, though, it would be prudent to wait until you meet the Prince, to pass your own judgment.”

“He doesn’t deserve you as a loyal servant,” you remarked. 

Arik shrugged. “If you do find yourself in need of more flattering company, I have a small trundle here. As long as the nights are warm, I spend them out here. Come find me at any hour, and I will be your humble ally.” 

“Thank you,” you said tenderly. “I needed a friend to find me tonight.” 

“As did I, Princess,” he said, holding out a hand, brushing a small piece of hay from your hair that had settled. That tiny, intimate touch from another person was enough to make your nerves tingle. You’d gone for such a long time without any comforting physical contact. 

“Then, Arik, I will leave you to your duties,” you said, pulling away before anything even more wonderful could happen. Awkwardly not knowing how to address the strapping young peasant as you left his sight, you smiled and backed out of the stable.

Arik called out after you.  “Sweet dreams, Princess.” 

He was all that you thought of as you went through the motions the following day in preparation for the ball. You were fitted for your gown, a rich, golden fabric draped loosely over your body and held to you with green and black ribbon. Your mask was green with gold feathers. Your hair was swept up into a complicated braid and laden with emeralds. Yet even more jewels were fastened to your ears and throat, all submitting to the green and gold palate.

Just as the palace was beginning to saturate with the odor of roasting meats and breathing bowls of wine, you were ready and escorted to the Great Hall, where the festivities were already in full swing. 

Even as the room stopped to acknowledge your entrance at the top of the grand staircase, your thoughts were with the stable boy who’d been the first in Asgard to treat you like a creature with a soul, with needs and fears. No one in this room knew a thing about you even as they praised you as their new princess. 

The crowd parted as you descended the staircase, revealing a tall figure dressed in green finery and Asgardian military insignia standing precisely in the center of the room. His hair was slicked back and tucked under a golden diadem, his high-necked jacket fastened from jaw to hip, a lacy black mask curling down his face so that nearly his entire visage was obscured to you. 

Great, even looking right at him, I can’t see, you complained inside even as you bowed cordially, reaching Prince Loki for your first meeting. You immediately got the scent of wintergreen and pine from him when you reached proximity. 

“Princess,” said a deep, restrained baritone from underneath the mask you faced. Prince Loki clicked his heels and bowed formally at the waist, which only made you long for your secret stable boy more. He shared the Prince’s posture, but that had to be from their shared military days. 

“Your Highness,” you barely mustered. “At last we meet.” 

“You sound disappointed,” the Prince suggested. 

“Only at the bitter reception from Your Highness,” you boldly answered. “What Prince treats his betrothed as such garbage as I have been?”

Loki didn’t twitch, blink, or acknowledge your cheek. He simply took the first position of a groom about to dance with his bride with all the restricted grace of a automaton. 

You went to take your position at Loki’s front for the dance. You only did so out of obligation. However, before you could touch his arm, you found yourself stepping back again in spite of yourself. 

“No,” you said. 

Gasps echoed about the room. 

“Princess?” Loki asked, sounding insecure for the first time. 

“You’ve been treating me worse than a scullery maid since the day I arrived. I’ve wanted nothing but to please you and please your subjects, but after being held in this palace like a prisoner in a cage of glass and gold, I’ve come to realize this: you don't deserve my hand. However, seeing as I am being forced to give it to you regardless, I am choosing to retain a mote of my own autonomy tonight by refusing this dance.”

No one had seen this coming from you, let alone Loki.

You sucked in your breath bravely. “If you permit me to leave this annoyance of a party right now, I will consider it our wedding present.” 

Committing to the offense, you spun on your heels and quickly walked back up the staircase as the murmurs and gasps grew to a louder hum. 

“Princess!” Loki was pursuing you, calling to you as you retreated. 

“So NOW you seek me out, now that I humiliate you in front of the assembly?” you hissed as soon as you turned the corner. “I won’t be anyone’s ornament! May you be damned!” 

He eventually gave up and remained behind. You found yourself stomping about the corridors alone, making a beeline for the stables. 

Tonight, the air was even warmer. Your gown fluttered in the breeze behind you as you made your way to the stables, where no one seemed to be home. 

“Arik?” you called, going inside to find no one, not even the horse, around. “Arik? Are you here?”

After a few moments of you pacing up and down the row, and you heard the sound of shuffling feet outside. You rushed back into the open night, and sure enough, Arik was returning, the black stallion bridled and tethered to his side. The horse was already wearing a saddle built for two. 

“My Lady?” Arik called, slightly out of breath. 

“Did I find you at a bad time? You look disheveled,” you remarked, taking in how Arik looked like he’d thrown himself at a pile of laundry and decided whatever garments stuck to his body would create his wardrobe for the evening: a white peasant shirt loosely tied at the neck, and black pants. 

Arik shook his head. “Alvis was startled by a serpent. Reining him in proved a challenge.”

“Then, perhaps he wouldn’t be amenable to the possibility of a ride this evening?” you asked, batting your eyelashes. 

Smiling, Arik raked a hand through his hair. “I think he can be persuaded, but…shouldn’t you be at the gala, Princess?” 

You scoffed, taking the ribbon tying your braid together and unfurling your hair, shaking it loose until every gem fell to the grass. “If His Highness wished to dance with me, he would have thought of this before casting me off like an old glove.” 

He snickered. “It didn’t go well, I take it?”

You shook your head. “I wouldn’t even stay for supper.”

“Well, that won’t do, Princess. This has already been a trying week for you. You need sustenance.” He indicated the double-seated saddle on the back of Alvis. “I’m sure the horse is well now, my Lady. I can take you to a place I know of on the edge of the kingdom, where we can remedy that.”

Nodding enthusiastically at his offer, you stepped up to the horse, suddenly realizing that you’d never ridden before. Arik seemed to be able to read your mind, scooping you up into his arms and placing you on Alvis before quickly mounting the horse himself.

You got the briefest hint of wintergreen and pine as you wrapped your arms around his waist.

Arik took you through the knolls and orchards south of the city proper as the sun descended and night returned. The shadows of trees along the path fell across your faces as you rode through the lawns and groves, away from everyone else and off into a better place. Arik showed you how to stretch your arms out to pick apples and pears off the fruit trees you brushed past along the way. You laughed as you made a game out of who could nick more treats before being caught and chased along a few meters by an irate farmer who happened to be walking offside. 

You were brought to a waterfall on the edge of the kingdom, where you and the handsome stable boy sat on a boulder, close enough to the falls to feel the chilly mist. As you feasted on your ill-gotten fruit, Arik told you about your intended, and answered every question you had. 

He was beautiful in the soft moonglow. A perfect specimen, healthy and strong, but also brooding and sweet. Ridiculous as it seemed (it had taken less than a day), you were completely in love with Arik. He was more of a god in his humble rags as he sat before you now than Prince Loki could ever be while arrayed in his furs and finery. 

Something bothered you while he spoke: Arik spoke very fondly of the Prince in spite of your criticisms, almost as if he was trying to sell him to you. It was as if Arik could sense your growing feelings for him, and he was perhaps trying to protect you by throwing you off of his trail. 

“Tell me, Arik,” you implored, “Do you think Prince Loki even has the ability to love?”

“Princess, do you expect love to come from your arranged marriage?”

You shrugged. “I was hoping for some.” 

Arik smiled tenderly and took your hand. “If I know Prince Loki, he will take care of you and your children for your whole lives.”

Shaking your head, you pulled your hand away. “That isn’t what I want! I want love!”

“But--”

“--I can’t ever love Prince Loki,” you said decidedly. 

Arik’s shoulders dropped, and his smile disappeared. “That is very sad to hear, My Lady, That notion will only lead to a woeful match. If I know him, he wishes only for your happiness. But why do you sound so certain of this?”

“Because without trust, there can be no love…and how can I trust someone whose face I’ve never seen?” you explained, breaking down in tears at last, leaning against Arik’s broad shoulder. 

He gripped you tightly, and you felt safe in his arms, wishing you could be there forever. “Let’s run away.”

He didn’t respond. You found yourself doubling down. “I mean it, Arik. I could live a thousand years with you starting tonight.”

He pulled away from you far enough to make eye contact. His face was once of concern, of seriousness. “You can’t mean this. We barely know one another.” 

“I do! I do!” you said quickly. “Arik, you see me as not a Princess, but a woman, someone who wants to make the best of a fraught situation. You understand my soul,” you wept. 

Arik looked touched. He pursed his lips as he thought of what to say next. “My Lady, I don’t know what to say…”

“Take me away with you. Let’s go tonight,” you proposed. 

“No, Princess,” he insisted, pushing you away, standing straight. “You are engaged.”

“So, you won’t have me, and he doesn’t want me…no one wants me,” you whispered. 

Arik’s heart broke for you, and he returned you to his embrace. “Eloping would be instant death for us both, my Lady,” he said quietly. “If it weren’t this way…”

“Oh, Arik, I wish you were the Prince!” you cried, laying your lips against his and putting your palm against his cheek. He kissed you back, wrapping his arms around your whole body tightly. 

“Will I see you again after tonight?” you asked softly once your lips parted. 

He sighed. “It may not be a good idea,” he mused, breaking your heart. “Even this beautiful kiss we’ve just shared is enough to condemn us.” 

You nodded. “I would never wish to cause your death, Arik.” 

“Then, let’s stay out tonight,” he suggested. “With the promise that we won’t ever address the notion of running away ever again.”

“I agree.” 

He returned you just before dawn, to the door of your chambers, giving you one final kiss before leaving. Just before he turned the corner to return to the stables, he stopped to give you one more piece of advice. 

“I really do know the Prince intimately, Princess,” he insisted. “And if I know him, I know that if you give him your hand next week, he will give you his heart.” 

You felt a hot tear sting your eye. “I trust you,” you said with a small nod. 

Arik smiled. “Then, perhaps, there can be love here after all.” 

It took all of your strength to be reserved as you closed your door to the last hope of ever having a happy life with Arik the stable boy. 

As promised, Arik had disappeared, removing any temptation you’d had to seek him out and go back on your own word to bind yourself to Prince Loki. You let the depression settle over you, painting you in a numbing glaze of complacency in your own imprisonment. You were meant to be a shackle on the Prince’s ankle, as promised by virtue of your birth. You would have to resign yourself to that, and be content with that.

Five days later, at dusk, you were escorted down the long hall leading to Asgard’s throne room. You wore a grand gown in peacock-blue, your hair down and loose about your shoulders, a golden circlet draped across your forehead, your face obscured by a veil so thick you needed a bridesmaid to guide you to your palace at the groom’s side for the ceremony. 

Goddamnit, even now I don't know what he looks like, you admitted the defeat bitterly. Your face was stone. You’d mentally prepared yourself for this, but it required a stiff upper lip to endure.

The ceremony was grand, but brief. A cauldron of eternal fire received your written vows to one another, and as the smoke formed the great tree Yggdrasil above your heads, you braced yourself for the moment where Loki would lift your veil and look upon your face. 

You closed your eyes as the Allfather gave Loki permission to greet his new bride with a first kiss. The ambient light increased behind your lids as the veil lifted. You waited in silence for several moments for the kiss. 

Instead, you heard a familiar voice say “Open your eyes, my Lady.” 

Obeying, you didn’t expect the kind blue eyes that belonged to your beloved stable boy to be looking down at you from the face of your husband. Confused, you raised an eyebrow and mouthed, “Arik? But…Loki?”

He shook his head and said softly, “We are one and the same, my dear.” 

“No,” you mumbled. “It can’t be!”

The deceitful Prince took your hand and quickly kissed it. “I came into this match with the same fears as you, my love, and I had to know that you could love me for who I was, and not what my title was.” 

“But…you were so mean to me…” 

The Prince shook his head. “Please accept the grave mistake I made in choosing to avoid you. I thought that you’d already resented me due to our reluctant arrangement.” 

“I wanted to meet you, to know you!”

“And so you have,” Loki said with a tender smile. “I assure you that Arik is in my heart. He was the real mask I wore, in order to have the courage to meet you for myself.”

You couldn’t believe it. “So, now we’re going to go forward and build an entire life off of a charade?”

“You said you trusted me,” Loki added. “Perhaps we can begin there, and with a kiss.”

The line was pure Arik. You were sold.

“It IS you!” you smiled happily, a warm wave of affection making your head spin. 

As the Prince leaned down to give you your bridal kiss, Arik’s lips met yours and removed the last doubts you would ever have. 

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The Lost Princess Chapter 8

Jotun!Loki x plus size reader

With the discovery of who Loki really is, Y/N returns to the avengers determined to forget him, but things are never that simple

Warnings: arranged marriage, angst, enhanced!reader, swearing, age gap, angst, depression, sickness, fluff, smut (finally), loss of virginity, minimal foreplay, some confessions, unprotected sex, bit of praise kink

WC: 3k

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Snow whipped around her violently, slicing into her skin like tiny knives. Huge columns of ice surrounded her, caging her in a frozen maze which she could never hope to escape alone.

Fear clawed up her belly as Y/N snapped her head around, eyes wide, desperately searching for a way out. “This isn't the palace!” She screamed into oblivion but, of course, received no answer back. 

There was a light in the distance, just barely shining through the haze of the storm, tempting her towards the unknown. An ache deep in her chest pulled her forwards, guiding her through the frozen forest until she reached a humble cabin tucked between to particularly large columns. It was quite obviously not built with a Frost Giant in mind given its small size. It rather looked like it was made for a human.

A dying candle in the window was the only light emanating from the otherwise dark house. The storm was beginning to grow worse so Y/N picked up her pace until she found herself at the doorstep.

She had only a moment of hesitation before she placed her hand upon the doorknob and let the heavy wood swing outwards, tempting her inside. The wind screamed as she stepped into the cabin, adding to the dread that was slowly building inside her.

The door slammed shut behind her, making Y/N jump. “Jesus Christ.” She muttered to herself, eager to hear something besides the frantic beating of her heart. The candle flickered, the wick almost completely gone now.

There came a groan from the darkness, it was weak and sickly like the sound a dying animal would make in its last moments. A shuddering breath escaped her lungs as Y/N tried to pinpoint where the sound had come from.

She would kill Heimdall if he sent her to the den of some monster. Holding out her trembling hand, she focused as best she could on her palm, allowing for a small flame to grow just above the middle of her hand. 

Slowly, more of the cabin became illuminated revealing a large fireplace with a small kitchenette beside it, a shelf stuffed with books and a single bed pushed into the far corner. A mass of blankets sat on top of the mattress, moving slightly as another groan echoed through the room.

Now less frightened, Y/N quietly inched to the bed. The pile shifted again, revealing  the top of their head. Raven hair fanned out over the pillow beneath them. Y/N held her breath as she gently pulled back the covers with her free hand.

“Oh Loki.” This was the boy she loved so long ago, all grown up. 

He was so infallibly human, pale skin free from any of the dark markings she had remembered. A long nose and high cheekbones made him even more regal, if it wasn't for the gauntness of his cheeks and the almost bruise-like dark circles beneath his eyes. 

She let herself touch his forehead but quickly pulled away when she felt the extreme chill that his skin held. This was far colder than she had ever seen from him before. He could barely move as he unconsciously leaned into her warmth.

“Shit. We have to get you warmed up.” Quickly, Y/N tucked the blankets around him again before she scurried over to the fireplace, praying that there was any sort of firewood around. 

Loki groaned as she moved away. “I know, just a minute.” She gave a small shout of triumph as she found a few logs in the kitchen cabinet. Throwing them into the hearth with very little grace and fell to her knees. Wrapping a hand around one of the pieces of wood in the centre of the pile, she took a deep breath.

Heat raced through her veins and far easier than ever before, fire bloomed from her skin, setting the wood alight. She sighed in relief as the cabin's air began to warm up but not nearly quick enough for her taste.

She looked back at her husband who's dark brows were now scrunched together as if he were in pain while he continued to shiver violently. Rising to her feet, Y/N stripped off her sweater and shorts, leaving her only in her underwear as she approached the bed once more.

Loki's body trembled with the cold as she pulled back the sheets, but stopped as soon as she slipped behind him, curling her soft body around him as best she could. One arm wound around his stomach, her palm coming to rest right above his heart as her other hand slid beneath the pillow and his head, almost cradling him.

He was so weak, barely a glimmer of the man she married remained as the fever ravaged him. It would have been easy to walk right back out of that door and let him die for the things that he did. But instead, her arms tightened around his body. 

She couldn't leave him, not when he refused to abandon her, not when his very presence soothed the rage sea of fire within her.

“Just rest now, I'll take care of you.” She placed a kiss on his temple then shut her eyes, her mind finally at peace.

“Good morning sleepyhead.” Her voice called out to him through a fog. Loki smiled and pried his eyes open to see his wife standing before a roaring fire, an open book in her hands. She only wore a shirt of his and nothing else, leaving very little to the imagination which he was incredibly grateful for.

“The gods must have smiled upon me to grant me such a dream.” He murmured, happily settling back into the bed to watch what he believed to be his last moments. “I have missed you so, little star. I do hope that you are safe and that you are happy without me.”

The book snapped shut and he raised an eyebrow at her, making her put the book back upon the shelf so he could have her undivided attention. “This isn't a dream.” She stated firmly but Loki just laughed weakly under his breath.

“This must be a dream because I know you would never come back, not after I've done so much evil.” Her steps were light as she walked back to him. He opened his arms to her, willing this apparition to grant him one last shred of comfort.

But she did not obey, instead she took his hand and laid it upon her breast, letting him feel the heat of her skin and the beating of her heart. “I am real. I am here. And you have been a complete bastard but you are my husband and it is my duty to be beside you and keep you from making any more stupid decisions.”

She released her hold on his wrist but Loki's touch remained firmly planted on her as if to convince himself that this was, in fact, real. “I am not dead?”

“Not as far as I can tell.” She replied.

“And you are here with me?”

“Took the Bifrost myself.” Y/N traced the line of his jaw carefully as if her touch could break him. “You've been so sick, burning a fever that I almost couldn't stop. I've been here for days and this is the first time you've been coherent enough to realise that you weren't alone anymore.”

The crackle of the fire masked the sound of yet another storm outside, providing the lost prince with a comfort he had not felt since she was last in his arms. "Thank you.” He whispered, though it was not just for her healing hand. Loki nuzzled into her touch as his own still felt the strong beat of her heart.

He stopped for a moment then spoke once more. “Why did you come back, really?”

Loki watched with bated breath as Y/N sighed deeply, seemingly lost in her own thoughts as she struggled to answer him. Unable to help himself, his hands wandered down to her wide hips and cupped them softly. “I remember you- this you.” Her fingertips brushed along his cheekbone, his now green eyes gazing up at her with reverence.

“I remember that first summer when I met you. You were so small then, but of course so was I. You were always so kind to me, telling me stories of heroes and gods. Then you would leave, for weeks, sometimes months and I often wondered if I had just dreamed you up. Mom said you were real because I believed in you but not all mothers indulge their children.” She chuckled and her fingers moved to his hair, tangling themselves in the soft locks.

She let him pull her closer so that his chin could rest upon her sternum, having to bend slightly forward so that his head would not connect to her collarbone, even in his human form Loki still towered over her. Her brow crinkled. “But I forgot you. And yet, that feeling of home, of safety, of love still remained, even when I hated your guts and you kept me locked in that stupid fucking bedroom.” He groaned into her skin.

“I won't apologise for that.” He grumbled.

“I know.” She cooed. “It was all so confusing and terrifying, I couldn't recall what was real and what was because of my broken mind but you were there and in your own way, you helped me. Your rules, your temper, your teachings- all of it grounded me, let me realise that I could trust in something if I couldn't trust myself.”

“And what is that?” His words were a mere breath of air as Y/N took his hands into her own, her warmth and his chill blending together perfectly, and guided him to his feet. He obeyed easily, only stumbling for a moment as his body struggled to remain upright after being in bed for weeks.

“That I love you.” His eyes flicked over her face, almost searching for any sign of deceit but when he found none, his control shattered. 

Her lips were just as soft as he remembered, just as addictive, as he kissed her gently. He could feel the beginnings of her smile but it quickly dropped as his hands fell to her wide hips, pinning her to his front.

Y/N gasped into his mouth, allowing his tongue to snake between her lips. Her fingers curled into his shirt, pulling at the fine fabric, desperate to get him even closer. Molten heat pooled between her soft thighs as his hardness grew against her soft stomach.

“My princess, do you wish for this to go further?” She moaned at the sincerity of his tone, so different from Steve's. She could help but nod frantically.

“Yes master, I need you.” It was so easy to slip backwards, let him take all of the responsibility and control but Loki's grip tightened while he forced himself from her lips.

“No, not this time. It's just us, the way it should have been so long ago.” The tip of his nose brushed against hers gently in reverence. “Just you and me, nothing more.”

Her smile widened as her eyes sparkled with adoration. “Yes, I want to be with you Loki.” His expression melted.

“You are everything.” This time his kiss was far more desperate. His touch seemed to be everywhere, exploring every part of her that he could while refusing to part from her swollen lips.

Her arms wound around his neck as Loki's hands traced up the soft skin of her thighs, slipping beneath her shirt before coming to a stop right where her legs met her hips. 

He froze and then a growl rumbled through his chest. “You weren't fucking wearing anything under this?” He hissed, making her giggle softly.

“What, it's not like you keep a healthy stock of panties here and I spent three days nursing you back to health.”

“Fuck.” He groaned and before she could even yelp, he turned and threw her onto the bed, knocking most of the pillows off with the force of it. “You delectable temptress, you have enchanted me.”

His own shirt was quickly shed, revealing to her a lean but muscular torso decorated with faint silvery lines of scars and hairless save for a trail of it leading to a dark thatch of it right at the axis of his hips. 

At the sight, Y/N squeezed her thighs together, desperate for some kind of friction to ease her aching cunt. His black trousers were pulled tight with the weight of his cock which was getting harder by the second.

“Come here husband.” She held her arms open to him, mirroring the way he had done for her mere minutes before. 

Green eyes stared deeply into her own e/c ones as Loki slowly placed his hands on either side of her calves and began to crawl up the length of her body, forcing her legs apart in order to slip his body between them.

He caught one of her thighs against his knee and as his face finally levelled with hers, he pushed her leg forwards, leaving her bare and vulnerable to him. Only a thin layer of fabric kept them apart now. “Anything for you, wife.”

His breath fanned across her lips, his raven hair hanging down like a curtain that sealed them away from the rest of the realms. No more words were needed, everything that he wanted to tell her and she him was caught in the lustful gaze that neither wished to break.

Her leg tightened around his slim hip, pulling him impossibly closer. Their moans wove together like wisps of smoke as his still covered cock pressed against her pussy. 

Leaning his weight onto one hand, Loki's other slipped between them, all-too eager to finally have her. 

Y/N lifted her head to kiss him once more as slender fingers cupped her mound. “Loki.” Her hips bucked, trying to get him to move faster to the place she needed him most but he would not budge.

“Patience my star, I do not wish to hurt you.” But his voice wavered with his effort to stop himself from taking her right then. She whined pitifully, now growing desperate for some kind of relief.

“I don't care, I just want you.” His head dropped to the crook of her neck as he groaned. “Please, do not make me beg.” She could feel his control begin to wane even as he drew closer to her dripping entrance.

His teeth nipped at her skin in warning but of course she would not heed it. “I'm a god, you cannot hurt me.” She tried one last time.

Loki chuckled, his back shifting beneath her hands. “Well then, perhaps I shouldn't deprive my princess of what she so clearly wants any more.” She could barely bite back her whine as he pulled away from her.

The ties to his trousers loosened with barely a flick of his wrist, releasing himself from the now entirely too-tight confines of the fabric. He let out a sigh of relief then shucked the pants down his legs as best he could without adding anymore space between them.

His cock rested between her lips teasingly, the chill from him sending pleasured goosebumps across her body. Loki pressed the head against her entrance. “Are you sure?” He asked once more, his tone now entirely soft.

“I've never been more sure of anything.” 

The stretch was unlike anything she had felt before, carrying with it a sharp pinch of pain and a mind-numbing fullness that had her jaw dropping in a silent scream. He was carving out his place inside of her, marking her as eternally his.

“By the gods.” He snarled through clenched teeth. “You are tight.” The muscles in his back rippled as he tentatively pushed forwards, forcing another inch inside her already stuffed cunt. Her back arched into his chest in some desperate attempt to make more room for his monstrous cock.

“Big.” Was all she could gasp out through pressure in her stomach. Loki's hips stuttered and suddenly he was fully seated within her, his heavy balls tightly pressed to her ass as the base of his pelvis shone with the sheer amount of wetness that had been dripping from her.

He pressed his mouth to her lips in a messy kiss as he tried to regain some semblance of control. “That's it, that's my good girl. You took it all so well. I'm so proud of you.”

Her pussy rippled around him at the praise. “Princess.” He moaned and unable to stop himself any longer, Loki pulled out just a couple inches and then thrust back into her warmth quickly. 

It sent shockwaves of pleasure up her spine and pushed the pain to the back of her mind. Her heel dug into his back. “More.” She cried. “Please, more!”

Her whole body jolted up the mattress with his next thrust and she wailed into the air. “Whatever you wish, my star. I would do everything for you.” 

Tears rolled down her temples as he gripped her waist, keeping her body still for him to plunder. “You are more divine than the heavens, than any dream that my broken mind could conjure.”

He hit that special place inside her that forced the air from her lungs and made her vision spot with blackness as ecstasy curled around the base of his spine. “My pet.”

He thrust again. “My princess.”

Her nails sliced into his shoulders as her body wound tight. “My guiding star.” 

His hips lost their rhythm for a moment and Y/N was finally able to choke out- “My Loki.” 

Their ends collided together in a storm of epic proportions as they held each other close, unwilling to let go of their most precious possession. 

“I love you.” Loki managed to say between breaths. 

“I love you.” She responded immediately. He looked down at her, seemingly unable to find anything else to say until his eyes dropped to where her shirt had exposed her chest.

The silver of the necklace glinted brilliantly in the dying firelight, shining like a star. “You- you didn't take it off.”

Her gaze followed his own and then travelled back to his face. “Not even for a second.”

And as their lips met once more, Loki thought that if this was a dream, he wished to never awaken again.

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The Princess of Asgard

—Loki x F!Reader

Summary: Your supposed vacation on Asgard takes an unexpected turn.

Warnings: kidnapping, non-consensual arranged marriage, betrayal & violence.

A/N: Written for @lokisgoodgirl as they've been wanting some Dark!Loki recently. Ngl, I do miss writing him. Un-beta so may be meh.

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The tears continue streaming down your face as you stare at your reflection in the vast mirror hanging on the wall. The emerald gown you were forced to wear shimmers beautifully against the light of your chambers and you wish you could appreciate such a delicate garment, to bask at the regality being laid upon your feet. 

But you can’t, not even a shred of happiness can be found within, for such gifts have come with a price, one you know deep down you cannot pay.

You blame your naivety, for it’s what brought you into your situation in the first place. The excitement burst from you when Thor and his brother, Loki, invited you to see their home. The stories of Asgard have held a vice on you since you were young, mesmerized at how beautiful the images scholars painted of a place they’ve never seen before. And being given that opportunity, to witness what no one else on earth has, was too irresistible not to take.

“What are you wearing?” Loki asks upon seeing you when you open the door, his eyes trailing down your body before stopping at your face.

“Oh, am I underdressed?” You ask, looking down at the graphic tee and canvas shorts you put on that morning. “I just thought of dressing light since it’s summer here.” 

“Not at all, darling.” He smiles before ushering himself into your room along with a stout middle-aged woman with stacks of fabric nestled in her arms. “But I was thinking you would dress like an Asgardian during your stay here.” 

The woman, who Loki introduces as Thyra, lays the assortment of fabric on the foot of your bed, dresses of silk and satin, looking delicate to the touch. You look up at Loki, eyes wide in disbelief and awe. 

“Take your pick.” He instructs but nears the emerald dress all the same and runs his fingers against its skirts. “But I personally think you would look good in this.”

You scan the garments, the gold and beige sitting idly on the mattress, both in the same cut and style. Only the emerald dress stands out from the bunch, looking regal and elegant. But regardless of his suggestion, your eyes still land on the beige, hand reaching over to caress the silk before taking it. 

“But this would look more in season, don’t you think?” You tell him, a smile playing on your lips. He smiles back but you can’t help but notice how it doesn’t reach his eyes. 

Though after that morning, the dresses presented to you were all of the same color, emerald fabrics dancing against the lights of your room, leaving you no choice but to wear the green thrust upon you. 

Your first week on Asgard was spent touring the palace and the outer grounds, Loki always at your side, arm intertwined with yours as he introduced you to his friends, along with the other lords and ladies in Thor’s court. A feast was even thrown in your honor, and even if you found the extravagant event fun and entertaining, the way you were regarded by royals and commoners alike threw you off guard. 

But it didn’t stop there. Even after the feast, people bowed at your wake and called you princess, the title off-putting considering you were not close to such status, a mere civilian and average citizen on earth. 

You thought they were doing so to show respect to the king and the prince’s visitor, but that one-morning exchange with Thyra, when she entered your room without your permission and started laying out a dress on the top of your bed, told you otherwise. 

“It’s unheard of in all the realms for a princess to dress herself.” Thyra says in disbelief when you try to dismiss her. “I would not want the prince to scold me for not doing my work accordingly.”

“Oh—but I’m not a princess.” You tell her with a smile that doesn’t reach your eyes. 

“Not yet.” She simply responds before bending low and turning to leave.

And that chance encounters with Lord Fandral as you walked through the corridors of the palace alone.

“Are you lost, princess?” He asks.

You don’t understand why you’re being addressed as such. Is it customary to give visitors of the royals such titles?

With your brain too muddled with errant thoughts, you choose to brush it off and ask Loki later why they are treating you as such, you give the golden lord a smile and ask him where you can find the kitchen. 

“I’d be happy to escort you, princess.” Lord Fandral says with a smile as he offers his hand for you to take.

As the days turn into weeks, the once magnificent palace felt all too suffocating; with Thyra’s constant insistence to serve you, the whispers you heard from the servants as you walked past them, and most of all, Loki’s indifference each time you asked him why you are being treated in such a weird way. 

Until that day, all the answers were finally laid at your feet.

“Darling, Thyra has told me that—what are you doing?”

You don’t spare Loki a glance, irritation filling your senses as you pack all your things. “I’m leaving. I thought visiting Asgard would be great but things here are just fucking weird.” You spit, shoving your clothes in your duffel but stopping when Loki places a hand over your bag.

“You will do no such thing.” He says and you scowl up at him, but your anger shifts into curiosity, and your spine shivers when you see the seriousness in his emerald eyes. “You’re not to leave Asgard until I say so.”

“Why?!” You push his hand away and try to grab your bag but he latches onto the strap, pulling it completely from your grasp, and throws it on the ground. “What the fuck?! You can’t keep me here, Loki! I’m telling Thor and you won’t be welcomed back to the compound!”

“Go on then. He’s in the throne room right now.” He says, moving away and gesturing to the door. But the tone of his voice, calm and resolute, has fear crawling up your skin.

Yet still, you push on and walk past him, marching yourself through the halls as you try to navigate your way. You sense Loki following behind, but give him no mind, though once you find yourself lost, his chuckle resounds in your ear and you stiffen when his hand rests at the small of your back and whispers, “Just through here, darling.” 

He leads you through a set of double doors and you look ahead to see Thor sitting on the throne, Mjolnir laying inanimate at his feet while addressing the people surrounding him. 

His eyes meet yours and he smiles, dismissing his subjects when you march up to him. But the friendly smile fades when you stomp up the steps, a frown playing on his lips. “My lady, you seem to be in distress.” 

“Hell yeah, I am.” You almost shout, pointing an accusing finger at Loki who stops at the foot of the steps. “Your brother is being an asshole. He said I can’t leave Asgard without his permission.”

Thor looks startled at your words, eyes shifting to his brother and then to you. “But why would you leave Asgard when you’re to be wed?”

You stiffen at the word. Wed? What does he mean? Your eyes dart to Loki who casually stands by the steps before climbing up toward you. He reaches for your hand but you quickly pull away, your eyes focused on him before looking at Thor who stands from his seat.  

“Have you not told her, brother?” Thor asks, but his eyes remain on you. 

“Told me what?!” You respond in a rush, panic rolling through your veins.

“I was supposed to while we ate breakfast but she banished her handmaiden and I caught her packing her things.”

Thor sighs but chuckles after. “Loki, you know midgardians are more unrefined in these situations than us.”

“I took your word into account, brother. Thought I would break it to her gen—”

“What the fuck are you both talking about?!” You shout, anger and fear mixing within you. “What the hell is happening?! What are you not telling me?!”

“Do you want to tell her or should I?” Thor asks his brother and Loki simply grins, giving a solemn bow to his brother. Thor faces you, blue eyes serious yet full of mirth. “You’ve accepted my brother’s gifts, have you not?”

“Gifts?”

“The dress.” He waves a hand in your direction and you look down at the green silk hanging from your shoulders. “You wear his colors, you’ve accepted his invitation to come home with him. Your chambers, adjacent to the prince’s, and a handmaiden for you to use as you please. Each one deserving of a princess.”

“But—” You stammer and shake your head. They can’t be gifts, you never even thought them to be; simply thinking that everything was part of Asgardian culture and you were not one to question their way of life. “I didn’t know they were gifts. I thought they—”

“I thought you were a smart girl but you’ve proved me wrong, little one.” Thor laughs and waves to his brother. “Enlighten her with the situation, we can’t have a scene played before the court on the day of the wedding.”

“But what if I decline?” Your voice trembles as you speak, body shaking as everything starts to make sense; why everyone calls you princess, Loki’s looming presence, and Thyra forcing you to wear the dresses instead of putting on the ones you brought with you. “I should get to decide, shouldn’t I?”

“But the decision has already been made,” Loki rebuts and you take a step back when he steps closer. “And it is seen as treason and punishable by death to go against the will of the royal family.”

You blink slowly, the air leaving your lungs as you try to process all the information that has just been said. You can’t get married, Loki may be handsome but you have no feelings for him. You feel betrayed, played with, and the pain feels too overwhelming as you saw the brothers to be your friends. 

Why would they trick you? What have you done to merit such devious intent?

“It will be easier once you’ve had some food in you, darling.” Your eyes meet Loki’s when he stands close to you, his hand wrapping around your arm, thumb gently caressing your skin. “And realize that being my wife would be the best thing that has ever happened to you.”

You don’t want to agree. What the hell do they know about what’s best for you and what’s not? But you don’t fight back, instead, you nod and allow Loki to take your hand, bowing your head to Thor before following his brother out of the vast throne room. 

But as soon as you pass by the doors, the guards closing them at your wake, you stomp down on Loki’s foot and clench your fists before thrusting it towards his neck, making the god stumble back while he chokes.

You don’t waste any more time and run as fast as you can, sprinting through the halls and staggering down the stairs. Several servants squeal in shock at your wake but you give them no mind, set on finding your way out of the palace and towards the bridge that you once crossed when you arrived. 

Several footsteps stomp behind you and you push further, urging yourself to run faster. You can hide in the forest once you leave the palace and plan from there. All you want now and all you can do is get away from Loki and his brother and hope that you can find someone to help you and take you back home. 

But you grunt when something solid catches your waist, your back pressing hard against a surface that you soon realize is someone’s chest. You try to pull away, clawing on the arm that restrains you to set yourself free, but you whimper when you feel the edge of a blade pressing against your neck, tilting your head back to avoid being cut. 

“I will not be insulted by your insolence, darling.” Loki drawls against your ear. “I have been very patient with you, I have been kind. You do not want to test these waters only to end up drowning.” 

“Please, Loki.” You cry and hiss when he breaks the skin, the metallic tang of your blood wafting in the air. “Why are you doing this? I thought we were friends.”

He chuckles and you let out a breath when the blade leaves your neck. But such reprieve is lost when his fingers wrap around your throat, his nose trailing down your temple and to your cheek then pressing a soft kiss against your skin. 

“Well, darling,” He breathes, feeling rather than seeing his grin. “You thought wrong.”

Quickly, you wipe your tears away when you hear the door of your room open. You keep still, hearing soft footsteps pad through the open room and into the bedchamber, your body going stiff when you see Loki’s reflection in the mirror and resting his hands on your shoulder. 

“I hope those are happy tears, darling.” He says as he greets you with a kiss on the cheek. “Today is a joyous day and I expect nothing but.” 

You stay silent, unsure how to respond for you feel the opposite of happy. You’re trapped, kidnapped, into a foreign land, and betrayed by the people you’ve spent years who you trusted, and depended on to keep you safe. 

Your eyes then shift to the side when Loki holds up a necklace with an emerald crystal hanging by the chain. He takes the liberty of clasping the chain around your neck, whimpers leaving your lips when his hand grazes the tops of your breasts, his finger caressing the jewel that sits on your cleavage. 

“A beautiful present for my bride.” He whispers, the words stabbing your chest and you can’t help the tears from spilling once again. His brow furrows, turning you from the mirror to face him and you look down when he cups your cheek. “What’s the matter, darling? Do you not like it?” He asks. “I can get you another one, a bigger one if that’s what you want.”

“I want to go home.” You blurt out and cover your face as you sob against your palms. This can’t be real. This can’t be happening.

Loki then pinches your chin, making you wince and you drop your hands to your sides when he lifts your head and forces you to face him. A breath catches in your throat as you’re once more filled with fear, seeing his green eyes glow dangerously and the mischievous smirk forming on his lips. 

“But darling,” He breathes, “You are home.”

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#loki #loki odinson #loki laufeyson #loki x reader #dark loki #dark!loki #dark fic #mcu #au #the princess of asgard

[melancholypancakes]

*Loki and Sylvie arguing*

*Y/n Lokidóttir just looking at both of them annoyed*

Y/n: Alright! That's ENOUGH!

*Y/n yells pushing the two loki's away from each other as her hands glow green from her magic forcing them apart*

Y/n: Dad, Mom! This arguing isn't going to get us off this damn planet and blaming each other not helping either so would both of you learn to be civilized!

*Y/n huffs from pouring her anger out like that while her father and Sylvie were in shock by the teenager anger*

*Sylvie was mainly shocked that Y/n called her "Mom"*

Sylvie:...

Loki:...

Sylvie: Did you just call me m-mom?...

*Sylvie covers her mouth trying not to smile*

Y/n: Yeah, so? You are my mom. You are a variant version of my dad, a female version. Therefore in fact, you are my mom.

*Y/n just realized what she just said as Sylvie starts tearing up*

Y/n: Mom- Sylvie I-

*Sylvie embraces the mini Lokidóttir smiling like an idiot*

Sylvie: I never had children before, let alone a daughter!

*Loki looking at Y/n with a smug look, who is clearly uncomfortable with affection*

Loki: aw, what's wrong Y/n? hug you're mother~

* Y/n grumbles at her father's teasing as she hugs Sylvie back awkwardly and Sylvie wipes her tears still smiling*

Loki: I'm just going to make this more uncomfortable.

*Loki group hugs Sylvie and Y/n*

*Y/n groans and blushes*

Y/n: At least, you two finally stopped biting at each other's throats...

#funny mcu #mcu #loki mcu #loki x daughter!reader #sylvie loki #disney tva #tva loki #Lokidóttir #loki x teen!reader #princess of Asgard #prince of asgard #princess y/n #Loki x Lokidóttir! reader #Sylvie being called mom #fanfic idea #loki x daughter! reader #loki x f!reader #Sylvie x daughter! Reader

[siggytumbles]

!! ISO Loki-fic suggestions !!

Hello friends! I'm desperately craving some Loki x Princess fics (can be Sigyn/OFC/Reader/idc) and struggling to narrow down my Ao3 searches. If anyone has any suggestions, please share!

Some Themes/Tropes I like but aren't required: Arranged marriage, Jotun Loki, childhood friends to lovers, Stangers to friends to lovers, Idiots in love, pinning, slow burn, sexual tension, dirty talk, bonding over magic, equally mischievous MFC, embracing the others culture, world building, warrior-princess vibes, myth loki vibes.

#loki #tom hiddleston #loki laufeyson #fic rec #iso #iso fic #fic search #loki odinson #slow burn #loki x princess #loki x reader #loki x sigyn #loki x ofc #logyn #sigyn #myth loki #fic #fic recs #ficrec #help me find a fic

[thescentofrainonstone]

On Loki, Joss Whedon, Spike, and The Princess and the Frog (really, there's a connection)

Season 2 of Loki is out in 16 days and the video essay on the romanticisation of abuse I've been working on for two years and planned to time with its release doesn't even have a full script.

But also evolved to understand that all heroines that are supposed to be self-inserts, from indeed Loki fanfic to actually published ones (from twilight to a discovery of witches) tend to be thought up by white people, because non white people know that you can't have something "innate" you're appreciated about, because all we have innately the system uses against us so we have to *work* at having good things to offer to the world.

And that's why of all princesses, Tiana from the princess and the frog is the only one talking about work. It's not a metaphor, it's that we know.

And I just wish I had the energy to make a beautiful enlightening 80 minutes essay to ride the coattails of the Loki character that just happened to become the panties twister he did because of the great abuser that is Joss Whedon (you mewling quim) because that's what he's always done: create characters he hopes people hate (Spike) given to accidentally good actors that fuck his expectations over... and then you have stuff like the Hall H speech of 2013 and they make their own life...

So yeah, would be interesting wouldn't it?

#loki #loki fanart #avengers loki #tom hiddleston #a discovery of witches #adow #fanfic #loki audio #loki series #loki x reader #loki+asmr #the princess and the frog #princess tiana #video essay #joss whedon #spike btvs #buffy x spike #spuffy #hall h

[vampirefreakism]

The Blue Princess (Chapter 9)

Summary: second part of the last chapter; Luna lets Loki see her body again

Warnings: *NSFW* very steamy, grinding, smutty goodness

Word count: 3.5k

The AO3, Wattpad, and Spotify links are on the Masterlist

A/N: *taps mic* *clears throat* here’s that extra part I promised. It’s late. Whatever. They fuck a little bit in this one. Only a little. I have nothing more to say. Uh, you’re welcome?

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That evening, as Luna stood in the shower, she traced the long scar marring her chest and thought more about her conversation with Wanda. She was nervous, but her friend had been right and was still right. She found it within her heart to trust in her true love. Loki cared for her. He’d held her before when she was terrified to show herself, so it wouldn’t be hard to do it again with feeling.

But once it was done – once he saw her and spoke – there was no going back.

Luna finished rinsing her skin and stepped out to dry off while keeping an eye on her blurry reflection in the mirror. Her throat dried up, and she swallowed to erase the chalky feeling, but it was to no avail, so she took a sip from the tap and cleared her throat. It didn’t help much, but she shrugged on her robe, took a deep breath, and opened the door. She spotted Loki on the couch, watching something on his phone. He spared her a glance and a slight grin.

“How was it?” he asked, referring to her shower.

"It was good," Luna managed to say. Her voice was a little too quiet, and she feared it gave her away, but Loki didn't seem to notice.

She milled around by the dresser, pretending to look for fresh underclothing when Loki turned off his phone and set his gaze on her again.

“Everything alright?” he asked. Luna scratched at the dresser drawer and then her hand.

“Uh, yeah. Just, uh,” she trailed off.

To further her anxious fidgeting, she grabbed a pair of underwear from the top drawer and twisted them about her fingers. Loki quirked a brow at her obvious display of mannerisms.

“You seem anxious.”

“Really?” Luna squeaked out and sighed, relenting to his unwavering stare. “Yeah.”

“About what?”

"About," she started but relinquished the sentence with a heavy sigh and set the underwear on the dresser.

Luna chuckled dryly and fiddled with the tie around her waist, eyes fixated on the ground by Loki’s feet. He waited patiently for her to do something; speak, walk towards him, even so much as look at him. But her eyes remained locked on something he couldn’t see, with the gears in her head turning faster and faster.

As Loki prepped something else to say, he watched Luna yank the knot free and dropped the robe to the ground, striking every thought from his head. Every luscious brown inch of her body lay bare to his admiration. Of all the things he counted on her doing, this surely was not one of them.

But every second Luna waited for a reaction, the more regretful she became. She can be so impulsive sometimes. Perhaps this was another one of those times, and she'd stepped right through a door best left closed. Her ears burned, and her stomach turned as she bent her head, already predicting dismissive words.

“Uh … this was a mistake,” she muttered and crouched to retrieve her robe. She shook her head sadly. “Never mind. You go shower.”

Before her fingers could grasp the plush fabric, she felt Loki’s gentle fingers caress her cheek and ease her face up to look at him. He’d moved so fast that his sudden presence startled her, but his soft touch guided her back to him.

Luna slowly rose from the floor, Loki's fingers never leaving their spot under her chin. He looked into her eyes, never breaking contact as her face neared his. They told him everything he needed to know, and he hoped his could speak to her the same. He needed her to know what was right and true in his heart, and in there lied nothing she need be afraid of. He refused to look away, even as he grabbed the back of his shirt and pulled it off in one rough motion, flinging it to the corner of the room. He watched her eyes roam his bare torso and glance at her own. Now, they were even.

Loki touched her cheek again, letting his fingers drift down and take in every centimeter of her skin he had not been privy to before. He felt the breath catch in her throat as they passed over the side of her neck and heard a sharp exhale once they met her collarbone. He continued down, feeling the stiffness of her sternum and then the softness of her breast.

“Your heart’s beating very fast.” He could see how each beat made her skin quake and vibrate. Her breathing picked up, too, pressing his hand further into her chest.

“Can you blame me?” Luna whispered, her voice like silk in his ear.

“No.” He couldn’t, for his was hammering so hard, he was sure she could hear it.

Loki’s finger drifted to the side and traced the side of her scar. Her skin prickled from the slightness of his touch, but she didn’t shrink from him. She lifted a hand and slowly traced the top edge of his scar, lingering as leisurely as he did, gently plucking the nerves beneath his skin. He held back a shudder and felt blood rush to his pelvis. Was she aware she played him like a harpsichord? It didn’t matter. He was happy to be her instrument.

In a stroke of urgency, Loki took Luna’s face in both hands and brought her in for a kiss. It was full and ripe with such passion Luna felt the wind get knocked out of her. Luckily, it returned to her, and she kissed him back with equal fervor. Loki wrapped his arms tightly around her, pressing their bodies together as he deepened the kiss even further. The taste of her mouthwash filled his mouth, dancing upon his tongue as his danced upon hers.

Never had they been so close before, and the effects were unforeseen. It felt like they were standing beneath an icy waterfall with the water flowing through them, washing them from the inside out. Luna was drunk with it, drunk with him. She could tell less and less where she ended, and he began with each passing second. The feeling in her feet faded along with whatever was left in her fingers. Outside of her dreams, this was the closest she’d ever felt to flying.

And soon enough, she was.

Loki tightened his grip around Luna’s hips and lifted her just enough to walk quickly to the bed. He slowly eased her onto the mattress, one hand supporting her back and the other pressed into the plush comforter. They separated for a moment as Luna pushed further up the bed to get more comfortable. Loki slowly crawled after her, peppering her skin with kisses as he moved up her body. One on her hip, a couple on her stomach, and a line up the middle of her chest, each one pulling a gentle gasp from her mouth.

Loki’s hair draped around his face and dragged along Luna’s skin, touching her everywhere he didn’t get to. Her hands danced about his shoulders as he kissed along her collarbone, making her whine and squirm. His touch was electric, and it sent chills racing up and down her body. He ate it all up with the bottomless satisfaction of a king in a banquet hall, her soft moans the sweetest melody to his ears. But as sweet as she sounded, she needed to like the sugar he was giving her.

Kissing up her neck, Loki whispered into her ear. “Is this ok?”

Luna shivered and let out a breathy “Yeah.”

Loki kissed her mouth again, and she arched her back, pressing her body tight against his. She felt everything; his heart hammering wildly out of sync with hers, his ribs digging into hers with every heavy breath, and his unmistakable throbbing erection resting on her inner thigh. He was rock hard, and it made her insatiable.

Enticed, Luna lifted her leg and let Loki’s hips rock against her thigh. A groan came from deep within his throat, and he ground down harder. The little moans and groans he made were so delicious Luna's mouth started to water. It was so good, but he wanted more.

Loki maneuvered his knee inside Luna’s leg and nudged it aside. He slid his hips between her thighs, pushing them further apart until he felt the soft warmth they held. Even through the fabric of his pants, it was so hot and delectable, and he knew he’d never get enough as long as he lived. He watched her face as he gently rolled his bulge against her tender edge. She let out a sharp exhale and pulled sharply at his waistband.

“Do you like that?” he whispered, voice thick and deep with arousal.

“Yeah.” Luna’s words tiptoed on a sigh like she was afraid a noise any louder would invite the world to listen in.

Loki tucked his face into her neck and thrust harder, just as she wanted.

“Gods, I want you so bad,” he groaned against her. “Can you feel it?”

Luna’s fingers loosened their hold on his pants and gripped his back instead.

"Uh-huh," she moaned, feeling the rough frost forming on his skin. She wished for a moment to see it, to admire him in his natural glory, but the thought passed as soon as he moved again. However, instead of moving closer, Loki sat back and pushed his waistband down.

Snapping to attention, Luna gasped and grabbed his hand.

“Ah-ah, keep your pants on,” she said, catching his gaze, their eyes red as blood and hot as desire. “I want it this way.”

“Ok," Loki said and settled back down. He'd give her anything she wanted in whatever way she wanted it. But for the sake of his comfort, he paused again. “Ah, wait.” He slipped a hand into his pants and adjusted his cock to lay against his lower abdomen. “Oh, that’s better,” he sighed as he pulled his pants a little higher.

“Oh, yeah,” Luna breathed out. How right he was. She could feel every decadent inch of him from under the rough cotton. “Oh, wow!” He was huge, and he was all hers.

The bedsheets crackled with every shift of his weight. Their icy embrace left a clear, dewy imprint and outline of their bodies, but neither noticed nor cared. The only thing worth worrying about was the ecstasy behind their every shared breath.

Once Loki’s hips fell into a quick rhythm, he let his hands drift delicately about his lover’s skin, kissing her all the while. He couldn't stop, and she didn't want him to. He pulled her leg higher up on his waist, feeling the taut muscles beneath her periwinkle skin. He felt the bumpy scars as his hand slid up her thigh and the little jump she made when he pressed his thumb against her hipbone.

His hand traveled higher and higher, tracing the scar on her abdomen and feeling the underside of her breast. He slowly wrapped his fingers around it and squeezed, his thumb playing and passing over her nipple. Luna wrapped her other leg around his waist and held on tight so he had nowhere to go. As if Loki wanted to be anywhere else.

“You like that?” he asked, smirking against Luna’s cheek.

She nodded and sighed, “Uh-huh,” her mouth quivering.

Loki kissed down her neck, nipping her skin a little to egg her on, and it seemed to work. Eyes closed, she rolled her head back and started letting out a few of those moans trapped in her throat, each one pressing Loki closer to his edge. His hands and knees trembled, but he commanded them to steady. Luna came first.

He could feel her nearing her end as well. Every muscle in her body was tight and shook as she held him. Her breathing was short and fast as her moans picked up pace, and her heart beat wildly against his hand, a perfect dance that was more than ready to reach its show-stopping climax.

“You’re close, aren’t you?” Loki murmurs against her throat.

“Yeah!” Luna called out, voice cracking a little. “Oh, don’t stop!”

Her eager wish was his ready command. He groaned deeply and thrust faster, a little for her and a little for himself. Together, they stirred up the perfect storm and waited for lightning to strike. Electricity buzzed through their bodies, bouncing from one to the other, picking up energy and velocity.

Loki tucked his face into Luna's neck, moaning louder and louder, eyes squeezed shut, and his mind abuzz with nothing but chasing the high. He heard hers in the surrounding air, of course; it was the only thing he bothered to listen to as he answered with his own passionate song. He nipped and licked at her wintry skin, letting his tongue work its magic.

Luna felt herself toeing the line, and she clung to Loki for dear life, nails digging deep into his back. He was all she heard, saw, tasted, and felt. Even behind her closed eyes, she could see him in her mind, and despite his nonintrusive nature upon her, she swore she could feel him deep inside her, winding up the energy in her belly. Imagine what it would feel like for real. She groaned and took a deep breath. That was for another time.

She felt her climax swirl and build like a tidal pool against a dam where cracks began to form. Her mouth sat open, but she made no sound save for a few shallow breaths. It all waited for the right moment.

And then, in an instant, bang.

The lightning struck and shattered the dam apart. Luna came with a sharp gasp and held Loki’s waist in a death grip between her thighs. A string of high-pitched moans finally broke free and made their way out into the air, and she scrambled to roll her hips to ride it out for all it was worth. Fireworks sparked in her eyes as the insurmountable pleasure made her melt and raked her nails up his back, scraping up a thin layer of ice.

The sudden sensation pushed Loki to the very precipice of his climax, and he gripped the headboard by Luna’s head in anticipation. He balanced on the brink of it, ready to fall after her. She was so soft, so beautiful, and all his. All mine. The thought gave him a light shove, but it was all the force he needed to dive head-first.

He came a little softer, spilling into his pants as he’d planned, his cock twitching with every extra thrust he needed to bring it to a close. His moans were louder and wavered as his body shook but were still low and feather-soft in Luna’s ear. They tickled her and etched themselves into her memory. If only she had seen his face and memorized that too, but it would have been unfair. He didn't get to watch her either. They promised themselves to do it next time.

The tension released itself from their bodies, and they fell limp on the bed together. Luna's grip relaxed to a soft embrace, and Loki relinquished his hold on the headboard as he eased his body down to rest. His head dropped beside Luna’s, his nose grazing the shell of her ear, and he opened one eye to look at her. He saw nothing of note, only slivers of glittery blue skin and thick layers of ice.

Interested, he lazily brought a hand up and touched the top of her head. Luna’s damp hair was now covered in shards of ice, holding it back and away from her face. He felt her heart hold hands with his and slow to a steady pace together, then her real one drifted up and stroked the back of his head. They felt true bliss and couldn’t help but close their eyes and enjoy it.

However, Luna felt discomfort that urged her to get up.

“Hey,” she whispered, patting his back. “Can I go pee real quick before you shower?”

"Yeah," he responded and shifted off of her to lay beside her. “Go on, then.”

She wasted no time sliding off the bed and hurrying toward the washroom, but Loki couldn't help himself and piped out a wolf whistle. Luna stopped, looked back at him with an amused smile, and picked up her robe.

"Hey, yourself," she shot back and playfully threw her robe at him. It didn't make much distance, but they laughed anyway.

Luna relieved herself, cleaned up a bit, and dried off the rest of the melted ice in her hair. It interested her, and she made a mental note of it but stopped her thought there. Her time with Loki was not a science experiment.

Upon exiting, she saw Loki was up and straightening the sheets on the bed. Bits of ice still clung to the fabric, so he lifted the entire thing and snapped it sharply, sending the shards up and dispersing them into the air. As Luna grabbed her underwear and slipped them on, Loki flattened the sheets out with his hands and nodded in satisfaction. He turned around and noticed Luna already out and looking lush as morning dew.

“Hi,” he greeted. “The bed was covered in ice. So strange.”

"Not very, but," she took a step toward him, "how about another time we investigate it?"

“Sounds like a plan,” Loki said with a slight smile. “Oh, and we should do laundry tomorrow.” He pulled at the fabric of his pants as he passed her by. A sizable wet spot had made a home on the front. Luna tilted her head, unsure of what was her fault and what was his, but it didn’t matter.

She watched him slide them off his legs, put them in the wash pile, touch the doorframe in thought, and walk back over to her. He gently took her face and placed a chaste kiss on her lips. It was brief, like a single music note, but as poignant as one.

Loki parted from her and whispered, “Thank you.”

“For what?” Luna whispered back.

“For trusting me.” He stroked her cheek. “I know how hard it can be,” she nodded, “so thank you.”

“Yeah.” Luna felt her throat tighten. “Thank you for being someone I can trust.”

He kissed her forehead and headed back to the bathroom, finally walking through the door and closing it to wash up.

On her own again, Luna felt the tears build, and she let them flow. She sat down and cried quietly into her hand. She never thought she’d be the ‘cry after sex’ type, but here she was, crying. Loki wanted her, and he chose her all on his own, scars and all. It felt so good to be loved this way that she couldn’t help but weep a little.

By the time Loki was done and dry, Luna had calmed down, put some lotion on, and gotten comfortable under the covers with her phone in hand to wind down. Loki grabbed a fresh pair of pajama pants, turned off the lights, and got under the covers with her. She spared him a glance and looked at the headboard.

“That’s new,” she said.

Loki scrunched his brow. “Hm?”

"That." Luna pointed, and he followed her direction. The edge of the headboard was slightly dented in the pattern of four fingers. Loki traced the curves, realizing he was responsible.

“Hm,” he hummed and looked at Luna. “Don’t tell Tony.”

The pair chuckled. “Promise,” she responded.

Loki's smile faded, and he cleared his throat. “Did, um,” Loki bit the inside of his cheek, “did you like it?”

"Hm? Oh, yeah! Of course, I did!” She moved closer to him. “Why would you think I didn’t?”

He shrugged and picked at the comforter. “Well, I had something more romantic in mind. I really wanted to take my time and pamper you.”

“Hey.” Luna put her hand on his cheek. “I liked it. It was just what I wanted.” She put her phone down and scooted up next to him. “I think taking it slow might be a good thing.” She drew circles on his chest with her fingertip. "A little something each day or every other day makes it exciting." Loki smiled at that, and she leaned closer. "What I felt was different than anything I’ve ever felt before, and I want to navigate that with you.”

“So it wasn’t just me,” Loki whispered. He paused in thought and continued. “I can’t explain it. It all felt so different.”

“Huh,” Luna breathed out and smiled. “We have a lot to talk about, but how about we sleep on it? Save it for tomorrow?”

Loki nodded. “Yeah. Tomorrow.”

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A/N: why did this take so long, you ask? Well, its half “I was trying to complete part of my thesis project” and half “I didn’t feel like it.” Also, scenes like this are waaaay harder to write than you think, certainly more than I thought and especially if you want it to hit. Like, wow. I certainly hope it hit. And give em (and me) time before they fuck crazy. The build is where its at.

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[slutdreams]

Being jegulus daughter and attacked by bellatrix

A/N: Answer to this request dash is going to be in this ff only and yn only hates the deatheaters here also I am imagining dash as a crack head, cute type of guy so, lets imagine him as Dylan O'brien.

Summary: while Being attacked by bellatrix your familly was always there to save you.

Pairings: Pearings: Regulus black x James Porter x Chubby!daughter!reader, Lily evans x Mary McDonald, Merlin x Dorcas Meadow, Ramus lupin X Sirius black, Harry Potter x Draco malfoy, Oc dash

WARNINGS! : swearing, people being injured.

@laurieandyn

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Battleing with the deatheaters is not as easy as it sounds it's like playing a video game but instead of bullets it's spells being fired here and there bearly missing you you and your brothers were fighting with bellatrix she was mainly aiming at you why you don't know.

"Aww, dear y/n you might be powerful but no one can save you from me" bellatrix sayed making a faux pout shouting avada kadavra pointing her wand at you which you did't saw as other death eater shouted crucio at you but your brothers who wre fighting side by side with you did.

"Expelliamus" both harry and dash yelled and a blue shield formed infront of you for a minute the force made you fall back and hit your head hard on the ground dash rushed to wards you while harry kept fighting the deatheaters while dash checked you for any injury you looked at bellatrix who was now attacking sirius who was standing close to the veil when bellatrix struck him with a curse your hair turned black and eyes red.

"Bellatrix you little bitch" standing up red beams shot out of your hands sheilding sirius from the veil bellatrix started runing out of the room Y/n started walking towards her while taking her wand out.

"Well shit" said dash rushing after you both.

"Crucio" shouting it at her again and again till she was screaming with pain a voice in your head said the one devil who was controlling your body right now "come on y/n you know what to do" it whispered.

"AVADA-"

"Y/N NO" dash said shooting a disarming spell at you. Looking at him you kneeled down on the floor he came running to you kneeling before you, you leaned your head on his shoulder breathin heavily calming yourself down slowly your hair color returned back to its orignal color.

dash patted you head slowly. slowly everyone started coming out of the room. sirius came and knelt after you.

"Are you ok" he asked and you nodded your head turning to look at him.

"Are you ok"

"yes, never been better" he said smiling at you.

and you know if any thing ever happened to any of you you all will be there for eachother.

#jegulus x daughter!reader #chubby!reader #plus size reader #plus size!reader #loki x plus size reader #loki x princess!reader #loki x reader oneshots #loki x queen!reader #slutdreamspost

[not-regi-look-elsewhere]

Trust the Golden Scales, They Know Best

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Pairing: Loki Odinson x OC (Sigrid Hastain)

Summary: Famed noblewoman and future High Priestess Sigrid Hastain would have been supportive of her older sister's engagement if the groom hadn't been her crush's older brother: Prince Thor. Now she was to be pried away from her studies in Omnipotent City; just to sit miserably at her sister's week-long Asgardian wedding celebration.

Everything in the palace was going surprisingly as it should have been. Well, up until a tragic event occurred mere hours before the matrimony was to commence. Now Sigrid was left to figure out what had happened with the only other person who was up for the job as well: Loki.

A/N: I am 100% taking creative liberties here. It’s not technically MCU accurate.

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The Lost Princess Chapter 8

Jotun!Loki x plus size reader

With the discovery of who Loki really is, Y/N returns to the avengers determined to forget him, but things are never that simple

Warnings: violence, arranged marriage, angst, enhanced!reader, swearing, unhealthy relationship, age gap, some Steve x reader, Steve is an asshole in this chapter, making out, angst, depression, drugging, sickness, flashbacks, almost smut

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It was raining. Fat droplets of water splattered on the thick glass panes of the tower's windows, joining together and falling when their weight became too great. Dark clouds hung over the city like a curtain, concealing the light of the setting sun.

Y/N was alone in the sitting room, her eyes fixated upon the horizon, waiting. The mug of tea cupped in her hands had long-since gone cold but she didn't bother getting up to make a new one, instead she just sat patiently.

There was a flash of silver in the distance and FRIDAY chirped. “Arrival in two minutes ma'am.” Silently, Y/N rose to her feet and placed the mug to the side. She tugged down the sweater she was wearing, once again concealing her scarred skin.

The elevator hummed beneath her socked feet as she stepped inside. Without needed to be commanded, the doors shut and began to move upwards. Each floor that she passed, the elevator dinged.

By the 10th ding, she forced her body to relax, shoulders slumped down, her jaw unclenched. And when the doors opened once more to the empty landing pad, she was smiling brightly.

The wind picked up, sending the rain straight into her face but as the drops of water touched her skin, they evaporated away. The quinjet slowly came into landing, the wings folding with a series of mechanical hums, the engines shutting down as soon as the wheels touched the ground.

Her stomach churned as the plane opened up, revealing a lone figure. The blue of his uniform was dulled by the grey skies behind him and he was slightly dishevelled but he was fundamentally unchanged from when Y/N greeted him that morning.

As soon as his gaze was set upon her, Steve beamed. “Doll!” She knew he loved when she waited for him to return home, he said that it reminded him of the 40s when wives would wait on their husbands.

She braced herself as he ran at her, dropping his shield at her feet before wrapping her up in his arms. Her smile faltered just for a second as he buried his face in the crook of her neck. “I love coming home to you.” He muttered into her skin, his lips grazing her pulse point.

She didn't answer with words, instead she hugged him even tighter, pretending that what she was supposed to be feeling in the arms of the man who loved her was real. Steve rewarded her with a kiss to her throat before he pulled away. “How about I go shower and then we can have some dinner and cuddle.”

“That sounds perfect.” She cooed and cupped his square jaw, her thumb softly brushing the apple of his cheek. He dipped down and captured her lips in a soft kiss.

“Then let's go, doll.” Steve grabbed his shield and swung it onto the holster on his back. With a hand on the small of her back, he led her into the tower, wilfully ignoring the way that the light in her eyes dimmed.

She let him lead her, it was easier that way- she did not have to think about the months before, simply washing them away in his caring embrace.

Y/N could feel Wanda's eyes follow them as the pair walked past the kitchen and to Steve's room but she refused to waver, keeping her head high and her eyes on the ground.

It would be enough, it had to be enough.

The rain on Jotunheim was unlike anywhere else in the Nine Realms. The freezing temperatures froze the drops as they fell, turning them into crystal clear ice that shattered into millions of tiny pieces as soon as they struck the ground.

The sound had been jarring to Loki at first but after years, it was comforting. A drumming tempo played upon the windows of his isolated cabin, lulling the god into a peaceful trance as he read the same passage over and over again. Normally, he would have been finished with the entire book by now, and the one after that and the one after that but these were not normal circumstances.

He felt his mind failing him, crumbling before him but he had no motivation to even attempt to put it back together. There was truly no point since everything he had worked so hard for was destroyed.

His crown was gone, stripped from him by his father for being a traitor to his own kind. All of his comforts were taken away and burned save for his books and his wedding ring. It was not a sentimental nor a pitying action but a reminder, as his father had told him, of what he had done, of who he had hurt with his selfish actions.

The black metal had been enchanted to remain upon his finger no matter how hard he tried to take it off, not that he had ever even thought about removing it.

And her.

She ran. She was taken. She chose her brother. She didn't know everything.

He loathed her. He loved her.

With a heavy sigh, Loki shut his book. The gold lettering on the leather cover yet again reminding him of what he had so foolishly lost. “To sleep, perchance to dream.” He muttered softly, recalling Hamlet's own strife.

Loki rose to his feet, his body weak. “Perhaps I will dream of her.” The rain never stopped as his eyes slid shut, plunging him into peaceful nothingness.

“Do you ever dream about me?” Her voice was distant, wavering like TV static during a storm.

“Always. You consume my every thought little star.” She scoffed, looking back at him from over her shoulder. Her eyes were shrouded in shadow, her skin so much more dull than he remembered.

“That's bullshit.” She hissed. “It's been months since you last visited. I prayed to you everyday but you never bothered to show up until you wanted something from me.” He glanced down at the necklace in his hands, a promise he wished to form with her.

“I cannot always leave my home, they will get suspicious.” He attempted to make her understand. He stepped closer but she pulled even further away. A tear rolled down her full cheek.

“Yeah, I know.” She turned away from him, fixing her eyes to the growing storm clouds on the horizon. “I need to go home now.”

“Wait-”

“Goodbye Loki.”

The smell of coffee and bacon filled the small kitchen, providing a comforting warmth to Y/N as she stood over the stove, mindlessly cooking breakfast. Her dream was still so vivid in her mind.

It made her chest ache with betrayal and confusion. She had known him, or at least she thought she did, and he had turned into a monster. It was because of him that Hydra had taken her, because of him that she was tortured, because of him that she was forced into a marriage she didn't want that warped her own self view to the point where she couldn't even remember who she was before.

And yet, her heart still yearned for him.

She wanted to cry, to scream, to do something other than becoming some obedient girlfriend to another man who only loved the idea of her. But she did none of that, instead she kept her mouth firmly sewn shut and her hands busy.

“Well this is certainly a good morning, doll.” Strong arms wrapped around her thick waist as Steve laid his chin upon her shoulder. Her smile was soft but it didn't reach her eyes.

“I just wanted to surprise you.” She responded as she flipped the bacon. He squeezed her even tighter and kissed her temple.

“Mmm you spoil me. Maybe tonight, I can spoil you too.” His lips travelled downwards, causing her to sigh as he reached her neck. His palm spread open along her soft stomach and pushed her body further into his own, allowing her to feel his hardening length against her back. “I'll grab some wine and dinner stuff when I finish my run and you can be my dessert.”

Y/N internally cringed but quickly tamped that feeling down. “I would love that Stevie.” She purred, intentionally rocking back into his cock. Steve hissed into her skin, laying one more sloppy kiss to her throat before he pulled himself away from her reluctantly.

“Tease.” He snipped and with a parting squeeze to her hips, he left the kitchen, adjusting his sweatpants as he did.

There was a beat of blissful quiet and then another set of footsteps approached. “How long are you going to continue this?”

“What are you talking about?” She replied to the witch but didn't turn around, knowing that if she did, Y/N's will would crumble. The edges of the bacon curled, turning black as they burned but she didn't pull them off the fire.

Wanda's eyes stared into the back of her skull. “You can pretend all you want but it won't work, you will return to him.”

Anger flared inside her. “Wanda.” She warned, her voice dropping dangerously low. The steel pan handle began to bend in her hold, the metal starting to melt.

“You're bound to him, not just by marriage and the longer you reject that, the longer you and him will suffer. You're already suffering, how long has it been since you used your powers? You're either numb or angry all the time, you're killing yourself! But you can fix all of this, if you just-”

“Enough!” The pan was slammed back onto the stove, its contents now entirely charcoal, smoke steadily rising from it. Y/N snarled at her friend. “What I do or do not do is none of your fucking business and you certainly have no right to tell me to return to a man who blatantly manipulated me just for his own gain. And for once, I would like to make my own fucking decisions and have at least one person fucking support me- god knows my brother doesn't considering that he hasn't talked to me in a week. So either you be my friend or you leave me the fuck alone.”

Blinded by her rage, she stormed from the kitchen, not noticing the way that Wanda smiled knowingly at her, waving off the small cloud of smoke she left behind.

Loki's vision was blurred, coated with sleep that he couldn't quite wipe away. Taking in a laboured breath, the giant turned to lay on his back, easing the growing pain in his limbs.

It had been days since he last left his bed, letting his body and soul rot into the silk sheets he had stolen from the palace. He thought they still smelt of her but as the days continued, he knew that it was only his mind seeking some sort of false comfort as his body slowly began to fail.

Long blue fingers curled into the pillow beside his head as cold tears dripped down his cheeks. “My little star, I am so sorry.”

His eyes shut once more.

Y/N didn't mind Steve's bedroom, it was homey and a little old fashioned but he always kept the ac on and it was tucked away from the rest of the residential rooms so it was quiet. Without the super soldier there with her, she felt like she could breathe given how private it was. But that was not the case at that moment.

Still wound up, she stormed into his room, slamming open the door as he pulled his running bottoms on. “Take those off, you won't need 'em.” Steve easily obeyed, letting his hands drop in favour of grabbing at her, pulling her into a needy kiss.

“Are you sure?”

“Yes, I'm ready Steve.” She breathed against his lips and his eyelids fluttered as he let out a deep groan. His head dipped down in favour of lathering her neck with sloppy and uncoordinated kisses that sent the wrong kind of chill down her spine.

She would forget Loki, that's what she was ready for and if Steve could accomplish that, he deserved to take what he wanted.

“I can't believe this is actually happening.” Steve's voice vibrated through her skin as his hands clamped down onto her hips, keeping her in place against him. Her head was tilted back, eyes shut and lips parted with her soft breaths.

She couldn't believe it either but she wouldn't say that out loud, instead, she sank into his arms letting him feel the expanse of her body against his.

His hands slipped down to her ass, holding the flesh slightly too tight as he bit down on her neck. She winced but swallowed it down, happy enough for the distraction. That ache in her chest had yet to dissipate, in fact only becoming stronger with each passing moment.

“Steve.” She forced the moan from her throat, just barely biting back the name that constantly sat on the tip of her tongue. He responded with a roll of his hips.

She let his touch wander beneath her shirt. This was normal, it was expected. Boy meets girl, girl and boy get crushes on each other, they kiss, then they sleep together. That was the natural order but everything about this felt so wrong. All she could think about was him: about the mark that he left on her soul, the ring he had put on her finger, the promises he made to her.

Just as her doubts began to take priority on her mind, she was suddenly bare before the super soldier, her shirt dropped unceremoniously to the floor and everything stopped.

Steve's blue eyes went wide as he took in her naked torso but not out of lust. “What did he do to you?”

“It wasn't-” She tried to get out but was quickly cut off by Steve grabbing her hips in a vice-like grip but somehow not touching any part of her scar.

“That fucking monster, look what he's done to you.” He scoffed in disgust. “We'll make him pay, I promise. We- we can fix this, you can go back to normal, I promise.”

“Excuse me?” It took barely a flick of her wrist to push the man away, sending him sprawling onto the floor of his bedroom, his face now fixed with a look of bewilderment. “Fix me?”

The air began to shimmer around her as her anger once more made an appearance. The floorboards groaned as Steve rose to his feet, his stature was supposed to be imposing she thought but she could only see a boy attempting to throw his weight around.

“I can help you, I'll help you forget him and we can properly go back to the way things were.” His voice was so full of pity that it sounded disingenuous.

“Like getting rid of my powers?”

“Yes!” He said before he could stop himself.

Everything froze in that moment and for a second, Y/N found herself tempted to agree with him, to let him strip away everything that had happened to her over the past 7 months. But then, Steve spoke again.

“Don't you want that? We can be together, like we're supposed to.” He reached out for her but she flinched away, her hand automatically reaching for her necklace. His nostrils flared.

“This is what's best for you.” He snarled but it wasn't Steve's voice that echoed that same phrase in her mind.

The regret set in almost instantly from the moment she turned her back on Loki but he had broken her heart and her trust. The tears started as soon as she stepped through her front door.

“Oh my sweet girl.” She collapsed into her mother's arms, sobbing loudly and staining her shirt with hot tears. Her mother cooed, rocking her gently as she attempted to comfort her heartbroken daughter. She held her close, even as the storm closed in on their small home and the light of day gave way to the blackness of night.

It was only when she finally fell asleep, exhausted and burnt out, that her mother let her go, gently laying her on their small but plush couch to sleep away her tears.

Lightning flashed across the sky, lighting up the living room in a bright white. A huge clap of thunder startled her awake as it shook the house. Slowly, she sat up, rubbing at her sore eyes while attempting to get her bearings.

Her stomach turned with anxiety as she looked around the shadowy room, unable to make out any defined shapes in the darkness. “Hello?” She croaked out but nothing changed.

Just as she sighed and laid back down on the soft cushions beneath her, the room lit up once more, revealing a man standing in the corner by the window. Then darkness consumed them once more.

Frozen in fear, she could only stare, wide-eyed, at the place she saw the man, hoping that it was just some figment of her tired mind. The thunder that followed was more distant than before, a mere groan as opposed to the roar it had been only seconds before.

Then, lightning struck once more and the man was standing beside her head. He was tall and had all white hair but what caught her attention the most was a golden eyepatch that perfectly reflected the powerful storm outside.

Her jaw dropped, about to scream but a huge palm over her mouth forced her to remain silent, effectively muffling any sound she could make. “Stay silent child, this will be quick.”

With his free hand, he reached into a small bag that was tied to his hip and pulled out a small vial half-filled with a dark liquid. “You have become a nuisance, a distraction and I will not have you disrupt my plans.” The hand over her mouth then darted to her jaw, forcing her lips apart with a bruising force.

“You will forget him and he will forget you.” The liquid was vile as it touched her tongue and she attempted to squirm away but the teen was no match for this man and the foul concoction was forced down her throat.

As soon as the glass container was empty, he released her. She sagged back down, her eyelids suddenly weighing a tonne as the man stepped back, slipping back into the shadows. Her memories of the boy she loved, slipping through her fingers like sand, tumbling away into nothing. “You will thank me for this one day. This is what's best for you.”

Y/N stumbled back, her hands flying to cradle her head as if it could ease the painful migraine overwhelming her senses. The room spun and she struggled to catch her breath. Everything, she could remember everything.

“It wasn't his fault.” She whispered in shock. Her eyes fluttered open to meet Steve's gaze, pinning him in place with a glare. “I did this to myself. I had no control over my powers and I was foolish enough to literally play with fire with no one around to put me out. Loki saved me, not only from Hydra but from myself and he did it long before I even met you.”

“You have never once bothered to ask me what would make me feel better, only assuming that you were the solution to all my problems- that your love,” she hissed this last word, “could somehow cure me of who I've become. And I'm fucking sick of it. I've tried this my way- training and constantly forcing myself to relive my worst moments, I've done this your way- pressing all my emotions into a tiny little box so I'm just a doll that can be kept locked away for your enjoyment. Maybe it's time I try my husband's way. And that's right, Loki is my husband and will remain to be until the end of our days.”

“Y/N-” Steve tried to stop her but quickly retreated, the heat radiating from her skin far too hot for him to endure.

She scooped up her shirt and slipped it back on, the special fibres created by Tony withstanding the flames threatening to burst from her, and looked at the soldier with pity. “Thor told me that Loki was an oddity, a strange man but he was no monster. I should have listened to him, I should have told him to bring me back to Jotunheim the moment I found out who he really was but I didn't, instead I squeezed myself back into a roll I outgrew months ago. I regret that the most, that I turned my back on the one person who could possibly understand my pain. Hopefully, there's time to make this right.”

Her steps from his room were slow at first, shaky with her nerves but with each muffled thud of her bare feet meeting the floor, her confidence grew. Embers flew behind her as she began to run, gunning right for the front door.

FRIDAY chirped from somewhere behind her, yet she continued to run, her smile growing wider the closer she got to the outside.

“Stop!” Tony slid in front of the door, his chest heaving with laboured breaths. Y/N slid to a halt a metre away from him, her heart pounding loudly in her ears. “I can't let you go.” He practically begged.

“I have to.” But he shook his head. “Tony.”

“No. I cannot lose you again. I'll- I'll build you a huge building so you can destroy it, I'll engineer some kind of robot boyfriend that'll obey your every command, it worked with Wanda! Just please, don't go.” He sounded so tired, so worn down and unlike himself, it made her chest seize for a moment.

She stepped closer, the fire inside dulling enough that she could touch him without hurting him. “You have done so much for me Tony. You've become the grumpy father I never wanted and I don't think there's any way that I can repay you.”

“You could stay here.” She smiled sadly, placing a hand on his chest. The low hum of the arc reactor sent a soft vibration up her forearm.

“I need to know who I am and I can't do that here. I can't do that surrounded by people who only see me as that innocent assistant who could do no wrong. I know you may not like it, but Loki is my way back and I have to follow that path.”

Sighing heavily, Tony's shoulders sagged. “You know I hate admitting that other people are right.” He murmured.

“So I won't make you say it. But you need to trust me, I'll come back. I still need my healthy diet of burgers and trashy TV.” His breath hitched before he pulled her into a fierce hug and then quickly let her go, swallowing back his tears as best he could.

“If he so much as looks at you wrong-”

“I know, I know. He'll have me to deal with.” She smirked, making Tony beam.

“That's my girl.” He stepped aside, albeit with some hesitance, to let her pass. The doors opened to her and with one last look at the man she had come to see as a father, she ran outside.

“Heimdall! Take me to Loki!” The last thing Tony saw of her was her bright smile as the rainbow light enclosed around her body, taking her to a place he could not follow.

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The Pirates Heart: Chapter Two

Pirate!Lady Loki x Princess!Reader

Summery: tensions rise between Loki and Y/N

Y/N was relieved to see land. Ideas of escape running through her mind as the crew began to dock the ship. If she could just find a moment to herself she'll be able to run maybe find help and begin her life on her own, just as she has planned. Once the crew began to leave the ship she attempted to make a dash but was stopped by someone grabbing her shoulder.

"HEY!" She shouted, turning to see it was Loki who had held her back. "What can I not leave the boat?" Y/N scoffed.

"No you can, you just have to wear this," Loki said handing her a long tattered green cloak, "Can't have anyone recognizing you seeing as there is quite the reward on your head." Loki continued, "There are others that are not quite as" she paused a moment before pulling smirking "We'll say generous as I am."

"Yeah you are so generous," Y/N mumbled under her breath. She put the cloak on and covered her face with the hood and exited the boat. Loki smirked to herself a small part of her liking the sight of Y/N in her colors. Loki brushed the thought off quickly and joined her crew off the boat.

Y/N quickly moved herself through the crowd trying to get herself away from Loki. When she was far enough away she removed her hood and began to look around in awe.

All Y/N had know has been the walls of her home and the walls of the home that she was soon to be trapped in with her marriage. Her brother had never let her into town, he had become cold and controlling the carefree boy she once knew died with their parents.

As Y/N wandered the stalls of the pirate's market she spotted a small boat, she was ready to make a run for it when she was shoved into a wall, she was about to yell when a hand covered her mouth.

"Shhhh" Loki seethed quietly. The two were pressed up against each other, their faces meer inches from one another. Y/N looked over Loki's shoulder to see two royal guards walking past. Loki kept her hand over Y/N's mouth for another few moments, before slowly moving it away. They stayed as is for another moment. Loki stared at Y/N as she began to look for if the guards were gone.

Y/N began to attempt to slip away but Loki grabbed her wrist. "Don't even think about it. You are staying with me."

"Let me go! You don't even like having me on your ship."

"No I don't you are a nuisance and a spoiled brat but you are worth a lot more with every passing day, so unless you want some non forgiving pirates' or worse your intended finding you. I suggest you do as I say!" Loki shouted, she spotted Wanda across the way and flagged her over, "Now you are going to go back to the ship with Wanda and you are going to stay there you got it!"

"And if I don't? You are just going to bring me back anyway. So why not just let me leave!"

"Oh my pretty little flower who said anything about giving you back! Now go!"

Y/N flinched at Loki's words and went with Wanda. For the rest of the day Y/N stayed to herself quietly doing whatever it was that she was told to do.

That night she stared at the stars Loki's words running through her head. My pretty little flower echoed in her ears on a loop bringing angry tears to her eyes. She always hated being called flower.

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Rivers and Roads

A Lokixfem!reader Fic

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You’d compiled a list of everything you knew so far:

You’d appeared on this alien planet five days ago and been conscious for three.

There were very large, very loud beasts that could injure a God on this planet.

And there was more to you and Loki than you could remember. The photos confirmed for you that if all those visions were true, they had already taken place. 

It was a disappointingly short list, but considering that you still didn’t know your name you were okay with your progress even if you did find yourself getting impatient.

You’d spent a whole day since finding those photos in near silence. You occupied most of your time by pretending to read the All-Speak books. You’d tried not to sound too distracted when you answered Loki’s teasing remarks about your inability to read them, but he’d noticed something was wrong immediately. You’d brushed off his concern, you were fine, you were just tired and had a lot of processing about your new situation to do. It was close enough to the truth that he didn’t seem to question it.

You’d kept the photos with you, looking at them when he went to the washroom or at night before he snapped and the lights turned off. They were hidden pretty well under the stone in your pocket and if he noticed that they were gone, he hadn’t said anything. He was acting about as normal as he always did, sarcastic and slightly grouchy, but kind enough. He kept shooting you those strange looks when he thought you weren’t looking. Like you were made of sugar and he was made of water, always worrying that the wrong move would dissolve you forever. It was unnerving and it made your heart flutter anxiously in your chest. He was keeping something from you, you just weren’t sure how to ask without accusing him of kidnapping.

You’d decided not to tell him you’d found the pictures. You wanted to trust him, and some instinctive part of you did, but you still wanted to know more before you made your final decision. You were going to pretend like you hadn’t found the photos and ask vague yet targeted questions. Or better yet, test out a few things you’d heard in your visions and see how he reacted. If you could get him to trust you maybe he’d come to you on his own, but you had a feeling that if you went on the offensive he’d just shut himself away. As much as it killed you not to confront him about the pictures of you two, you could keep it in for now.

You’d started to take over some of the cooking, wanting him to think you felt more at home. You were pretty pleased with your ability to make do with unfamiliar ingredients. You’d started to want more visions, anything to give you more pieces of the puzzle, but of course, as soon as you wanted it, they all but stopped. The only ones you’d had since finding the photos were some very brief visions of you and Loki in a cottage-style kitchen, the sounds of waves lapping at the shore, as you cooked together. They were too brief to understand where or when you were, but they warmed your heart and made it harder to not spill your guts to him. You held fast, but when you saw the way he’d laughed when he’d wiped a spoon full of cake batter on your nose had nearly broken your resolve. That vision alone had made you nearly crumble with guilt. It weighed down on you in a way that felt much stronger than the guilt you had over keeping your visions and the pictures from him. There was more to it that you just couldn’t name.

You were still struggling to think of something to ask him that wouldn’t make it super obvious that you’d found those hidden pictures. ‘Hey, Loki, did you know me in the past and keep that fact hidden from me now? Don’t try to hide it because I found your secret photo stash’ would raise too much suspicion. 

You’d also tried to insist that Loki take the bed, but he once again refused. According to him you still needed the rest. It wasn’t like he was the one who had almost been chopped in half or anything... Though to give him credit, his wound had healed almost entirely, all that was left was a light pink line. Magic had to be involved, but you refused to ask and give him the satisfaction of knowing you’d been sneaking looks at him, he’d surely turn it into something it wasn’t. You were simply a care provider checking on their patient to ensure they healed properly, nothing else. The more you repeated that to yourself the less you were convinced.

You’d tucked yourself into bed the following night, the covers were soft against your bare legs. Loki had given you some soft cotton shorts and a T-shirt when you’d complained about wrapping yourself up like a mummy with long sleeves and pants. 

You opened your mouth to talk to him as he fluffed up the pillow he used on the couch, when you were cut off by a grating, loud roar somewhere off in the distance. 

You jumped and your heart began to race. You really needed to get used to that, but it was like every human survival instinct was honed to respond to that with one word; run. 

Loki snickered and you wished you had something within arms reach to throw at him, “Are you alright, Princess.” 

You scowled at him, “If that thing could go yell at the moon, or whatever it’s doing, somewhere else I’d really appreciate it.” 

“You should go tell it that,” Loki smirked.

“I like breathing, thank you very much.” You said, no way were you going out there. 

“Breathing is good.” Loki’s voice had lost some of its teasing tone and had tightened like he was trying to stop another emotion from creeping into his words. His smile remained, but it didn’t reach his eyes. Likely something to do with the many secrets he was keeping from you.

“Are you okay?” You asked tentatively. It was like you’d said the magic words that covered up whatever he was trying to bury deep within himself and his cheeky smile returned.

“Of course, you don’t have to worry about me, the wound is healing perfectly, and your stitching was perfect.” A subject change and flattery, a pretty foolproof way to distract you. If you hadn’t found those photos that surely would have worked, but you were no fool. You would drop it this time, but once you found a better way to poke a hole in his story, you would use that to your advantage.

You looked at the empty side of the bed, it seemed such a waste that Loki slept on the couch when there was plenty of room beside you. Not that you needed or wanted to share a bed with him, absolutely not, but it could help in your mission to get him to drop his guard and answer your questions. If you were going to get him to think you trusted him, you had to show it.

You huffed exaggeratedly, “I can’t keep stealing your bed, Loki.” 

He’d sat down, a blanket over his lap and a book in hand, ready to sleep, “I’ve already told you I won’t have you sleeping on the couch. I do have some standards for how I treat guests.”

“But-“ You bit your lip anxiously, avoiding eye contact, “There’s more than enough space for both of us here, you can take one side, I can take the other.”

He raised an eyebrow, a coy smile on his lips. Damn it.

“Are you asking me to share your bed?” 

“It’s your bed,” You insisted, “And you know I’m not asking in whatever way you’re insinuating.” 

“What ever could you be talking about, Princess.” Loki leaned back and placed his arms along the top of the couch. 

You groaned in irritation and let your hands flop onto the top of the covers with a soft thump, “Just get over here, you ass.”

You scooted to the side so you were against the wall, bringing the pillow with you. You were thankful you had tucked the pictures into the pillowcase, you didn’t need him discovering you had those now. If he did he’d see right through this ruse you were playing.

“If you insist.” He got up, bringing his pillow with him. You laid down in the bed, getting comfortable and pointedly not looking at him. The space between you two was not as much as you had thought, the bed was about the size of a queen, and you scooted a bit more towards the wall. 

“If you want I will go back to the couch,” He looked down at you from his seated position, a book in his lap, “If this makes you uncomfortable you can tell me.”

“Just want to make sure you have enough room.” You smiled half convincingly.

“If you’re sure.” He gave you another chance to send him back to the couch. 

“I’m sure.” 

Loki scanned your face for a moment before giving in and opening his book.

You considered rolling over and going to sleep, but you’d gotten this far, you may as well try asking at least one question.

“Loki?” 

He hummed in a vague indication that he was listening.

“Can I ask you something that may be a bit personal?”

He closed the book and looked at you with guarded curiosity, “You can certainly ask, though I reserve the right to decline to answer.”

“Fair enough,” You conceded, “It’s just that you’ve mentioned being stuck here and that your brother comes to visit occasionally, so I’m taking it that you were trapped here against your will?”

He nodded, that guarded look hardening as he realized where your question was going. You decided to ask it anyway, he could always say no, “What happened to make him want to trap you?” 

Loki clenched his jaw, a dark look in his eyes. Even if he didn’t tell you the reason, you could tell it wasn’t good. The remaining question being, had he or his brother been the one to do the bad deed?

“It wasn’t just him who wanted me gone,” Loki said after a heavy beat of silence, “I’d done some things they didn’t like, but they were the ones who betrayed me first. I was only getting retribution.” 

“Oh,” You hesitated, needing to know more, but fearing angering him, “What did they do to you?” 

His eyes unfocused and his jaw ticked, “I prefer not to talk about it.” 

“I’m sorry,” You cringed. You hoped you hadn’t pushed him too far. 

His expression softened as he focused on where you had curled yourself up on the bed, the covers held just below your chin, “Don’t be, I told you you could ask.” 

Yet you got the feeling there was more to his anger than he wanted to let on. 

“Still.” You said. 

“Get some sleep, Princess.” He dismissed and opened up his book. 

That could have gone better, but it also could have gone much worse. You’d count that as a win for now. Maybe as time went on he’d eventually tell you what had happened that had led to his imprisonment. That he would even admit to it at all was a step forward. You would take your wins where you could get them.

You stifled a yawn and rolled over, closing your eyes as they became heavy with sleep, “Goodnight, Prince.”

You felt him stiffen on the bed and wished you hadn’t rolled over, you wanted to see the expression he wore in hopes that it gave you a clue. Though he never seemed to give you a full answer, one day all these hints had to add up to something tangible.

Your dreams found you again that night. One night off seemed about as much as they were willing to give. The worst part of having these visions when you were asleep was that you didn’t get to retain any consciousness like you could when you were able to grab that stone. You were stuck fully in that body you couldn’t control, bombarded by thoughts that weren’t your own. It was frankly exhausting, and not at all what you needed to get a good night’s sleep.

The best guess you had for where you were this time was some kind of massive high-tech lab. It looked like an airplane hanger, but instead of planes, there were billions of dollars worth of technology that you had no idea what they could be used for.

The windows were dark above the lab, stars twinkling gently in the night sky. It made you feel a tug of homesickness in your chest, you wished you could see the stars of your home planet with your own eyes. 

At least you were pretty sure this was Earth, you could see lots of English writing on various scrap papers, diagrams, and machines as you wadded through the aisles. You were once again not in control of your body, but that didn’t stop you from trying to look around and recognize anything you could get your eyes on. The place did feel vaguely familiar, but there was nothing you felt drawn to. If you had been here before it wasn’t a place where you had spent much time.

You stopped when you reached a small opening that led to a desk, the tech had been pushed back to make enough space for what looked like an office. The space was lit in a blue glow by an open laptop, though you were unable to see what was on the screen due to a man in a crisp grey suit seated at the desk chair blocking your view. You were surprised it wasn’t Loki, you hadn’t had a vision he wasn’t in yet, though he could pop up at any moment. He was sneaky like that. He’d startled you more than a few times in the bunker and there wasn’t even anywhere to hide there. He could be lurking behind any of these machines and you would have no idea. Though the idea of Loki crouching behind a crane arm robot waiting to jump out and surprise you made you want to laugh more than it made you want to scream.

“Stark,” You said, getting the attention of the man sitting at the desk. He spun around quickly, a startled look on his face. Whatever had been on the laptop must have been captivating all his attention as he appeared not to have heard you walk up. 

You were surprised by his intricately designed facial hair, though you felt like it suited him. It was light brown, the same colour as his neatly cropped hair that reached the base of his skull. He clearly took a lot of time to groom himself, and it didn’t look bad, but it did strike you as odd. 

“Jeez,” The man, presumably Stark, exclaimed, “Don’t you have better things to do than scare incredibly handsome older men?”

“I need your help.” You left no room for his antics. You heard a slight quiver in your voice as you tried to stay steady and failed.

Stark’s face fell, “You decide to ask for help the night, or rather the morning, before the mission? This better not be about something big you’ve conveniently forgotten to tell us again.” 

That stung and you didn’t even know what it meant. He blamed you for something, it was too bad you didn’t even know who he was besides his name. 

“Nothing like that,” Your tone was clipped, “I just need something to help me complete the task tomorrow.” 

He sighed in exasperation, “Go ahead, tell me what you need, though I can’t guarantee I’ll give it to you.” 

“I need something that could knock out an Asgardian, not for too long, I just feel like it’s necessary to complete the puzzle.” You felt that lie sink in your stomach like a brick. There was no puzzle, you were certain of that, even if you didn’t know what waited for you instead.

Stark’s brow furrowed, “You’re going to have to be a tad bit more specific, you’ll forgive me if I don’t trust you after last time.” Sarcasm dripped off his tongue. “This is our last chance to right that mistake. We all know how important getting that stone is.” 

“Loki is essential to the mission,” Your heart jolted as you spoke his name, “We’ll be fine, I promise, but you know how unpredictable he can be. It would only be a just-in-case measure.” 

That wasn’t right, you felt it in the way your heart squeezed. You knew that Stark wouldn’t give it to you if he knew the true purpose.

Luckily, Stark didn’t seem to notice, “Whatever, knock yourself out, or Loki, I guess, as long as we retrieve that stone I don’t care how you get it. I think I have something I developed after his first ‘visit’ to Earth. I’ll get it to you before we leave.”

You held back a breath of relief, “Thank you. We haven’t always gotten along but I appreciate you trusting me on this. I will do anything to make up for last time, I mean it.”

He waved you off, “Get the mission done and we’ll call it even.”

The scene floated away like a leaf on the wind and you were plunged back into darkness. Your sleep was restless, your brain trying to make sense of what you’d just seen, but once again coming up empty.

When you woke up the next morning, there was only one thought ringing through your head; Oh God, what did I do?

A/N: I’d love to hear any theories you may have ❤️

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Why Did You run away? TVA! Loki x Fire Princess! Reader

Author note: This isn’t necessarily fanfic but a script I came up with from a video :) 

Also, you are an Immortal alien princess from a dimension in your realm that was fire but your planet was destroyed along with your friends and family.

Warning: Mention of Death of parents and loved ones, angst and BIG implies the TVA at fault

https://youtu.be/oD75d6xtCAY

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Silence filled the air between Loki and the princess in the facility...She had been here for 80 years longer than him. 

She had been quiet for a while after everything and only spoken a few times until they decided to have talked and she started talking and so did he.’

Not a lot of personal stuff but just talking until he said, “Okay...Why did you run away?” he asked.

They both were talking about their lives and she got quiet and looked at him with tears in her eyes. 

“Can we not...talk about that.” She said as tears rolled down her cheeks remembering the destruction of her planet. 

Her parents and friends were murdered... 

Her hero, lover murdered... 

Y/n covered her mouth as she tried not to shed tears from the painful memories and the TVA...She wished she wasn’t in this timeline mess. 

All Loki could do to comfort her was to let her lay on his shoulder, he wasn’t good with this kind of stuff but it was obvious the runaway princess was hurting. 

Whatever happened to her must’ve been worst than his pain, who knows if it was the TVA’s fault? 

It might be....

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Frozen Stiff

Summary: Captured by the Frost Giants, your time on Jotunheim gets interesting.

Pairing: Jotun Loki x F. Reader

Warnings: Smut. 18+ ONLY. Minors DNI. Loss of virginity. Size kink. Somnophilia.

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You really did it this time. Your father instructed everyone stay in their homes this night. Loki, king of the Frost Giants had warned your father, King Erik, king of the elves that he would be coming through Alfheim. If anyone was caught outside, they would be considered an enemy, and taken prisoner.

Your father’s royal decree had went in one ear and out the other. You were considered a trouble maker. Not because of anything you had done consciously. Trouble seemed to follow wherever you went. You were so unlike your sister, the future queen of Alfheim, and no one let you forget that.

She was tucked away safely in her chambers with the door locked. Here you were, hiding in the bushes outside the palace. You wanted to get a good look at the Frost Giants. You had never seen one in person, and you didn’t think the view from your chambers would do them any justice.

Loud footsteps echoed throughout the forest as they stomped through. The trees were shaking with each step they took, the force of their large bodies leaving holes in the ground where they walked. They were approaching quickly. You really should run back in the palace, but you were frozen. The first few Jotuns walk by and you’re stunned.

They are even bigger than you imagined. Then you see him, King Loki. He struts through and a wild thought comes to you. He’s beautiful. You had always been taught that the Frost Giants were ugly beasts that would take misbehaving children in the night. They seemed nice enough. King Loki had even given your father warning before passing through. He and the last three giants walk passed you and you count the seconds before you can run back inside.

Woof

You look beside you terrified. Your sister’s dog, Arnie, pants beside you, tail wagging.

Woof

He barks again. You grab him, trying your best to shush him. But it’s too late. He’s gained their attention. They turn back around, looking toward the bushes you are hiding in. You sink lower to the ground, trying to shove your body under the bush. You close your eyes, hoping if you can’t see them, they can’t see you.

But their footsteps shake the ground as they come closer. “What have we here?” One of them growls, picking you up with one hand. “We found a spy, your highness.”

“Bring him to me.” King Loki demands. You squeak as you are dropped from one huge hand into another. You shiver, the temperature of his skin is colder than you could have imagined. “Not a he, but a she.” He says amused, as he looks closely at you.

“What are you doing out here, little mouse? I warned your king that we would take anyone we found outside prisoner.” You swallow, trying to seem braver than you felt. “My father, King Erik, he did command the whole village to stay inside, your highness. I was simply curious and I wanted to see you for myself.”

Loki looks at you in the palm of his hand, amusement dancing on his features. “Your father, the king? So that makes you a princess? Are you the heir to the throne?” You shake your head. “No, your highness, that would be my sister.” You introduce yourself hoping it will get you out of this situation.

“A princess for a prisoner. What an interesting day it’s turning out to be.” He sneers. “No, wait!” You protest. He closes his hand around you, silencing you. When you arrive in Jotunheim, you are brought to a room with a giant bed, huge fluffy pillows, and a roaring fireplace. King Loki places you on the bed.

“This isn’t normally how I treat my prisoners, but you are still a princess. As long as you obey me, you may stay in this room and avoid the dungeon. You are free to walk around, and I will let everyone know that no harm is to come to you. Am I understood?”

“Yyyyesss” You stutter, you had been freezing the entire trip. You run to the fireplace, rubbing your hands together in an effort to get warm. Loki studies you, his red eyes lingering on your sheer nightgown. You really didn’t plan on getting captured when you went out, so you didn’t bother with putting on a proper dress.

You regret that decision now as his gaze lands on your breasts, heaving on your shaking form. He could see everything through the nightgown, and he was already looking, so you didn’t bother with attempting to cover yourself. “I’ll have someone make you proper clothing. In the meantime, there are extra blankets in the closet.” He walks out, leaving you with your thoughts.

Months had passed and you were settling into your new home. No one treated you like a prisoner, and you decided for once in your life to stay out of trouble. You had been given a job in the palace kitchen and you were making new friends. You were actually starting to like it here.

You giggle as your closest friend Marta, asks about your sex life. As a princess, you had to save yourself for whoever your father chose for you. You knew very little about the act itself. But Marta filled you in. She answered every question you had without judging you, and she even gave you some tips. The most shocking part was learning that a male might want to kiss you between your thighs. Marta told you there was nothing like it, so you couldn’t help fantasizing about it the rest of the day. When you laid your head down to rest, your tried to think of more questions for Marta.

The door to your room squeaked open. King Loki walked in, shutting it behind him. He gently removed the blankets from your sleeping form. You were wearing the nightgown from the first night you met him. He reaches out, his long finger grazing your nipple. The chill from his skin causing it to harden under his touch. You sigh from his attention, but don’t wake up. He carefully spreads your legs, laying down between them. His cold tongue meets your center, and you buck your hips toward him. He takes this as an invitation, long tongue lapping between your thighs.

You jump up, searching your room for him, but he’s not there. It was all a dream. You confide in Marta about it and she says it must be your conversation. It made its way into your subconscious. But you didn’t talk to Marta about it the next night when you had it or the next night. Weeks had passed and still, you had the same dream every night. It made it awkward for you when you had to serve King Loki his meals.

“King Loki has requested you serve his dessert in his chambers.” Marta told you, handing you the tray piled high with pastries, cakes, and fruit. You knock on his door, waiting for his instruction to enter. When he calls for you to come in, you bow to him. “My king, I’ve brought your dessert.” He’s propped up on his bed, gesturing for you to place it on a table by the window.

He’s so big, he nearly takes up all the room on the large bed. His muscled blue form has been the object of your fantasies for a while now. “Remove your dress, and get on the bed.” He demands. You drop the metal tray on the table. “Excuse me, your highness. I must have misheard you.”

He pats the bed, “You heard correctly, little mouse. I know you desire me. You dream of me every night. I’m only rewarding your good behavior.” You fight the urge to pinch yourself. You must be dreaming. “How did you know about that?” You manage to mumble. “I know all, little one. You can hide nothing from me.”

He beckons you with his thick finger. You do as he instructed, removing your dress and getting on the bed with him. He lifts you with one hand, hovering you above his face. “Wha- what are you doing?” You stammer. “I’m having my dessert.” He quips placing you on his mouth. His long, cold tongue covers your center. You shiver from the chill. His velvety muscle curls beneath your clit, flicking it.

He treats you like a porcelain doll, holding you as if you might break. He could easily crush you without trying. You really were like his own personal doll. He enters your untouched flesh with his tongue, rocking you back and forth on it. Your small hands wrap around his fingers, trying to ground yourself. He drinks you like it’s water, the icy muscle tipping you over the edge, making your toes curl.

He suddenly tosses you on your back, his bulky form trapping you beneath him. He settles between your thighs. They start aching as he spreads them as wide as he can. It’s still not wide enough to accommodate him. So he pushes your knees to your chest, his gigantic cock nudging your center.

The thought of ruining such a small, delicate woman driving him mad with lust. “I’ll split you in half, little mouse. You would like that wouldn’t you?” Your still dazed from your orgasm, so you only hum in response. “My sweet princess is cock drunk and she hasn’t had any cock yet.” You nod, reaching for him. “I am the first to touch you, correct?” Another hum to confirm.

You gasp when he dips a large finger inside you, curling it upwards. “I have to get you ready.” He explains. As he works his skilled finger inside you, you rock your hips, hungry for more. You whine as he removes his digit from you, but you’re not left wanting for long. He thrusts into you, and you scream. He stretches you, and you try to adjust to his size. You feel him bottom out and you wiggle to get more comfortable.

Tears fall down your cheeks, the stinging not subsiding. “My poor princess. I’m too much for her. It’s only the tip, my sweet girl.” He gently traces the outline of his cock bulging in your stomach. Loki presses on it. “I can see myself protruding out of your stomach, little one. Do you know how feral that makes me? Such a small creature struggling to take the head of my cock.”

He tilts his hips, hitting that spot that makes you see stars. Goosebumps line your arms when you feel his breath on your ear. “You’re doing so good for me, my little princess. You feel incredible. I’ll keep you forever, my little plaything.” You whimper at his words, a gush of arousal soaking him. He moans, looking at your fucked out expression. He wraps his enormous hand around your waist, thrusting you down on him, faster.

Loki roars as he releases inside you. He pulls out, spreading your now limp legs. “I want to see me dripping out of you.” He lowers his head, black tresses covering your stomach as his icy tongue laps at you once more. “What a delicious mess you made.” He coos.

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Can you make a breeding k!nk Loki one shot please? Also love your one shots so much!!

Thank you!! And absolutely ❤️

Thats my girl | Loki x female reader

18+ | smut

The sound of the headboard hitting the wall reverberated around the room as Loki fucked you, his pleasured pants growing louder as you moaned his name. You tightened your legs around him, pulling him closer towards you. With each thrust, he pushed you further up the bed, your head buried into the pillows beneath you as your moans grew louder.

“You feel so good” Loki praised through gritted teeth, his eyes closing as he flicked the hair that was clinging to the sweat beading on his forehead out of his face. “This pretty pussy is all mine” he continued to preach, almost incoherently as you clenched your walls around him, coaxing him in deeper. “Gonna fill you up, let everyone know who you belong to” he grunted, his thrusts hard as your nails dug into his back leaving harsh red lines in their wake.

“I need it Loki, want you to fill me up” you mewled, looking up at him through your lashes.

“Yeah, want me to make you a mum?” He smirked, looking down at you with a burning desire.

“Please, need your cum” you practically begged, nodding.

“Mhmm?” He hummed “gonna let me fuck you raw? Put a baby into you?” He questioned, his hips rocking into yours.

“Fuck Loki, yess” you whimpered, gasping slightly as Loki paused his movements, reaching between you to rip off the condom that was seperating you both. “Fuck!” You groaned as he entered you again, slower this time with his bare cock. Your walls gripped him tightly, your body craving his seed as he sank into you.

“I’m gonna get you pregnant” Loki uttered breathlessly as he moved in and out of you.

“Ughhh, yess” you moaned lewdly, the feeling of Loki’s cock inside of you intensifying at the sound of his words.

“You like it? Huh? The feeling of my cock buried deep inside of you?” Loki questioned smugly, he could feel that you were close.

“Yes, yesss” you almost cried.

“You like that I’m going to put a baby in you?” He continued to reel, almost beratingly.

“Fuckk Lokiii” you practically shrieked, your orgasm approaching.

“Gonna do it, gonna fuck a baby into you” he governed, his thrusts speeding as he began to grunt, hips moving to and fro.

“I’m cumming” you near cried, the pleasure consuming you.

“Ugh, fuck” Loki panted gruffly as his movements stilled, hips stuttering as he released, shooting his load inside of you. “That’s my girl, taking it so good” he praised, his warm seed filling you as you smiled lazily up at him.

“I fucking—” you started, pulling Loki into a messy kiss “love you.”

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