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simplyholl · 2 days
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Exposure
Summary: A spicy photoshoot leads to some fun.
Pairing: Avengers Loki x F. Reader
Warnings: Smut. 18+ ONLY. Minors DNI.
W/C: 2K
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You played with the hem of Loki’s black button up. Taking your time as you walked out to the set. You swallow thickly as the crew comes into view. Three cameramen and the intimacy coach, a woman. How could you let Tony talk you into this?
You and Loki were the newest Avengers, so Tony arranged press meetings, interviews, and photo shoots for the both of you so the public could get to know you. But where Loki went, bad press followed. People were still terrified of him because of his attack on New York. Tony and his publicists were scrambling to come up with an idea to make people like him.
That’s where you came in. The public loved you immediately. So Tony and his people decided that the two of you would have a fake relationship. If you loved him, the public would soften towards him. There had to be something redeemable about him if you knew what he did and still pursued this relationship.
He soft launched the two of you at first. You were supposed to flirt during interviews, “accidentally” brush fingers, place your hand on his thigh. Loki’s job was to look at you like you hung the moon and stars. He played the part a little too well. After your second interview on Wake Up New York, the internet was buzzing about the two of you.
Tony told you to deny anything other than friendship between you, so that’s what you did. Then the TikTok’s started. You and Loki made four videos together filled with longing glances and laughter. Your comment section was filled with people claiming they knew you were dating. They shipped you, I think they did it but I just can’t prove it rhetoric.
Tony’s publicists sure knew how to play the game. That’s what led you to today. You and Loki were going to participate in a sexy photoshoot announcing to the world that you were together. The only problem was that you were nervous. Tony made you hang out all the time so you would be comfortable together. And you were, you adored Loki. You had similar interests and you loved introducing him to new things.
You quickly became best friends. The other Avengers were weary of him, so they kept him at arm’s length, afraid to get too close. You felt sorry for him, he has a huge heart underneath his cold exterior. You opened up to him immediately, but it took him a lot longer to trust you.
You talked to him this morning on the way to the photoshoot about how you didn’t want this to mess up your friendship and he agreed. So you were shaking in your metaphorical boots. Dressed in a lacy black push-up bra and matching panties, you had Loki’s black button up to conceal your exposed form.
You hold the sides of his shirt closely around you as you look at the three camera men, two sets of eyes on you like you’re a piece of meat. The other one was respectful, only looking at your face. You spot Loki off to the side, getting his hair fluffed. You’re surprised to see him fully dressed in a tight, white T-shirt and black jeans that molded to his form. He smiles when he sees you, waving you over. The intimacy coach, Laura, fills you in on the first shot.
She wants you holding onto Loki’s hip, his hand on your back pulling you close while he looks at you. Easy enough, you walk to the center of the room, trembling as you slide his shirt down your shoulders. Of course, they dressed you in sexy underwear while Loki got to be fully clothed. “Wait! Leave that shirt on.” Laura says, walking over to position it around your elbows. The collar hit just above your back, so your bra was showing, but at least your backside was covered.
Loki looks at you, raising his eyebrow. “Is that my shirt?” You blush, you didn’t have time to ask if you could borrow it between all the hair and makeup you had to sit through. You desperately wanted something to cover yourself, so you ran to Loki’s dressing room, knocking swiftly on the door. When he didn’t answer, you went inside, spotting the shirt discarded on the couch. You didn’t think he would mind.
“Yeah, I needed it to cover up with.” You smile shyly. “It looks good on you.” He pulls you closer, blue eyes shining as his intense gaze roams over the tops of your breasts. “Are you ready?” Laura asks, walking out of the shot. Loki looks at you, “I know you’re scared, but do not fret. We won’t do anything you don’t want to do.” You nod, thankful he’s the one you’re stuck with.
Then the show begins, cameras clicking as Loki stares down at you. Laura gives instructions, move your arm up, not like that. She comes over, grumbling about not getting paid enough as she places you how she wants. You feel so bad about this, but you’re uncomfortable. You’re almost naked in a room with three strange men. Loki notices your discomfort and tells you to give him a minute.
He walks over to the camera men while you drink from the water bottle Laura gives you. When Loki returns, only one camera man remains, the respectful one of the bunch. You beam, grateful that he is looking out for you. When you pose again, you’re more comfortable. You can’t help noticing just how tight his t-shirt is. Every muscle is outlined. You like how you feel in his arms and it’s alarming. You press yourself against him, feeling needy. He smirks at you, tilting your chin for the perfect shot.
Laura explains the next pose to you as you shed Loki’s shirt. You’re feeling more confident. Your back is turned towards Loki. His large hand rests on your hip, as you turn your face toward his. Your lips are almost touching when you hear him clear his throat. You feel him against you, feeling bold, you press yourself firmly against him. His fingers dig into your skin as you brush your lips against his as the camera whirls.
For the next one, you are supposed to appear topless, so Laura helps you apply coverings to your nipples. Loki stands before you, shirtless. Laura poses the two of you chest to chest. Loki’s hands rest on your back as you lay your head on his shoulder, your hands on his back. You can’t help but wonder what it would feel like to be in this position with nothing between you. Your peaked nipples rubbing against his hard muscles. Arousal floods your panties, and you’re almost certain he knows. Loki moves his face down, lightly nipping your collarbone. You feel him smile against you as he buries his face beside your neck.
His tongue drags down your sensitive skin as the camera clicks away. You gasp, your fingers weaving through his loose curls. “That was great!” Laura almost shouts, finally excited to be making progress. “Feel free to try different poses. It makes it feel more natural.” She explains, as a bed is rolled in. You’re taken to the back to make your hair appear wilder.
You’re given a new lingerie set, a green bustier and matching panties. You walk back out to find Loki in a pair of black boxer briefs that left little to the imagination. He’s spread out on the bed, waiting for you. You settle in beside him, he pulls you against him, his fingers dipping under the top of your panties. You throw your head back as Loki’s mouth latches to the swell of your breast. The cameras click as Loki presses kisses to your chest.
“I think we have enough!” Laura comes over thanking you both for your cooperation. You can’t get out of there fast enough. You need to get home as quickly as possible to take care of yourself. You walk down the hallway to your dressing room when a large hand grabs your wrist, pulling you back. Loki nods his head, gesturing behind him to his dressing room. You go with him, even though it’s a bad idea.
“This doesn’t mean anything. We are merely practicing for this game Stark wants us to play.” “Agreed.” You manage to spit out. You’re not thinking clearly. Your heart is beating in two places, you just want his hands on you. He lowers his head, capturing your lips with his own. This kiss isn’t how you expected your first with him to be. It’s hungry, greedy, consuming. You can’t get enough. Luckily, Loki thinks to lock the door behind you. He breaks the kiss, lifting you. Your legs wrap around his waist while he walks you over to the couch in the middle of the room.
He places you down gently, dropping to his knees before you. His fingers pull the fabric of your panties, ripping them right off of you. “Those belong to the studio!” You yell in disbelief. “They were ruined anyways, darling.” He smirks bringing his index finger to the crotch of the panties, clearly feeling how wet he made you during the photoshoot.
His eyes shine brightly as he beams at you throwing the panties to the side. You whine when he drags the same finger down your seam collecting your arousal. “You’re absolutely soaked, little one. Would you like me to do something about it?” That signature cocky smirk pulling at his lips. “Loki, I need you, please?” You beg him. He pushes your legs apart, diving in tongue first. He licks and sucks at you, working you with his clever tongue.
You hold onto his shoulder with one hand, burying the other in his long tresses. You moan his name as he eats you like he’s starving and you’re the only thing that will satisfy his hunger. You watch his head move between your thighs, the coil in your belly threatening to snap as your needy moans fill the room. His tongue flicks your clit before taking it between his lips sucking gently. You come with a scream, Loki cleans you up with his tongue. He lifts his head, mouth glistening with you as he smiles, pink tongue licking your juices from his lips.
He sits down beside you, pulling his boxer briefs down his muscles thighs. Your eyes widen at the size of him, unsure how it will fit. He gestures for you to get on top of him. You place a leg on either side of him, lowering yourself onto him. You take deep breaths, taking him slowly. When you finally take all of him, his fingers find your hips, helping you rock against him. “Such a good girl taking it all for me.” He murmurs against your shoulder.
Loki uses you, lifting you up and down on him, you’re too weak to do anything but take it after the explosive orgasm he just gave you. You’ve never felt so full, your hands wrap around his neck. You cry out every time his hips tilt enough to hit that sweet spot that makes you see stars.
He earns another moan from you. You’ve never been this loud during sex. No one has ever made you feel like this. A knock at the door startles you. “Hey Loki, Tony sent me to check on Y/N. Laura told him she was really uncomfortable today. I checked her dressing room, but I guess she already left. Do you know if she was okay?” Steve’s voice booms from the other side.
Panicked, you look at Loki who keeps thrusting up into you. “She’s perfect, Rogers.” Loki calls back. “I wanted to see her for myself-“ Steve continues talking, but you can’t focus on his words with Loki inside you. You let a cry escape, Loki’s hand covers your mouth to stifle it. “Shhh, I know, baby, I know.” He whispers in your ear, as your second orgasm rips through you. Loki spills inside you, hand still on your mouth as your breaths become ragged.
Steve finally realizes, “Oh I’m sorry, Loki. I didn’t realize you had a lady friend in there with you. If you see Y/N tell her I was checking on her.” You hear Steve’s footsteps retreat down the hallway as Loki lays you down on the couch. His forehead rests against yours, his lips press a soft kiss to the tip of your nose. “That was one hel of a practice.” He laughs, positioning you so he’s holding you closely.
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chloe-skywalker · 2 days
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Annoyance - Loki
Loki x Fem!reader (its s crush)
Warnings: none
Word count: 342
Summary: Being the only Avenger that doesn’t annoy Loki.
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“Come one Loki. Join us.” Thor smiled, trying to get him to join them later. Get his brother to socialize.
“I’d rather not.” Loki rolled his eyes.
“What if I told you Y/n would be there?” Thor smirked knowing his brother has a crush on the Y/h/c-ed girl Avenger.
“Will she truly be there or are you just trying to get me to go?” Loki questioned his brother with a raised brow in suspension.
“She’ll be there.” Thor smirked at his brother openly, having caught Loki in his want to be around the young lady Y/n.
Thor left Loki there in the kitchen to think about whether or not he’d join them all tonight.
Later that night when the whole team got together for game night Loki did in fact show up. He stayed in the kitchen till Y/n eventually showed up. When he saw her enter the kitchen and open the fridge, likely to get a drink. That’s when Loki moved to follow her.
“Hey Loki.” Y/n greeted him once she turned back around and noticed him.
“Y/n.” Loki greeted back with his signature smile.
“You came.” Y/n smiled tilting her head happy to see the green wearing Norse God join them for once.
“Only because you were gonna be here.” Loki smirked, closing in on her, backing her into a corner of the kitchen.
“Oh really?” She raised her brows in amusement hiding her shock at him openly flirting with her. It’s not like Y/n didn’t like him back, she does but he’s never done anything till now.
“You're the only one on this stupid planet that doesn’t annoy me. You're also the only one in this room that doesn’t annoy me as well.” Loki tilted his head down to be even closer to her into the corner of the kitchen. They were close enough to feel each other's breath on the other’s face.
“I’m honored.” Y/n smirked before stealing a kiss leaving a shocked, dumbfounded Loki in her wake.
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How about hands/fingers kink (not sure if this sort of kink even exist 😅)
Oh, it does. Ask anyone in the SAS, finger/hand kink sure does exist...
"Delicious"
Forced to stay over in a small town during a snow squall, you and Loki share a finger-licking good meal by the fire.
Content Warning (18+): smut, finger-licking, fingering...fingers Word Count: ~600
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“At least they deliver in this weather,” you said between bites of chicken wing, hot sauce smeared all over your hands even after repeated attempts to wipe it away. “I thought we were going to have to eat the furniture if the blizzard didn’t let up!”
You sat on the floor in front of the roaring fireplace in your hotel room, eating crappy chicken wings from the only place in the tiny town you were stranded in that had remained open during a somewhat-sudden nor’easter. The wings were overdone and slathered in hot sauces to the point of such excess that Loki had tucked a napkin into his collar, and you’d already gone through every paper towel that the receptionist could find. 
Loki shrugged. “I suppose. I would rather be back at headquarters dining on something a bit less…slimy?”
Cringing, you quickly expressed your displeasure.. “Ew, don't call it that. ‘Slimy’ makes me think of slugs. It’s…saucy.” 
A thought invaded your mind: I could be “saucy” right now. 
You were glaring at Loki’s hands, also covered in dressing, as he attempted to look like a prince while dining on cheap pub fare that he could use for paint. In spite of the mess between his fingers, his hands captivated you. They were sculpted, strong, and graceful, which you imagined came from his years of studying how to do magic with those hands. 
You could practically feel the spots on your skin where he could tuck those long, nimble digits. And those perfectly-kept nails, that were just long enough for him to gently run down your back, targeting the ticklish spot you had just above your ass. 
And oh, how far inside you they could go, how intimately they could examine the ever-growing heat between your thighs. Your minds was drifting further and further away as the fantasy grew: tapping on your clit, tracing circles around your swollen lips, digging deeply into you before--
“--uh, Agent?”
Loki had noticed your stares. Raising a pleasantly curious eyebrow, he taunted you in the manner he secretly knew turned you on. “Do my hands fascinate you?”
You felt the embarrassment paint itself all over your face. 
“Oh. no need to feel ashamed,” he said, turning his intrigued face into a dark, sensual, hungry grin. “Please admire them. Each finger is a master of its craft, worthy of only the most elite sorcerers.”
He shifted over, sitting next to you, hips touching. Without breaking eye contact, he pulled the sauce-smeared napkin out of his collar and threw it over his shoulder before leaning over you, boldly. You leaned back, afraid to blink. 
“Now that we’re through supper, how about a spot of dessert before bed?”
Taking two of his fingers, he ran them, sauce and all, gently over your lips, using the tips to pry them open just enough to insert them into your mouth. 
Unable to help yourself, you moaned into his hand, which gave him an almost-instantaneous erection. “Fuck, do that again!” he commanded. 
You rolled your tongue around them and sucked them as far into your mouth as you could. Loki watched with almost predatorial interest. The sight of you nursing on his fore and middle fingers was making his cock twitch violently. Soon it would bust out of his pants if he weren’t careful. 
“I don’t know whether to throw you onto the bed or keep you here, looking pretty and desperate, forever.”
Without removing his fingers, you spoke as clearly as you could manage: “Bowff is gwood.” 
“I figured,” grinned Loki, slowly extracting his fingers, soaked in your saliva. “Perhaps now you’ll return the favor and let me taste that delectable little cunt of yours? I'm still hungry!”
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fqreverwinter · 2 days
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“enchanted”
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relationship: loki x fem!reader
summary: you meet loki in a chance encounter at the winter ball, and he absolutely steals your heart. but the encounter ended much too soon, leaving you wondering if he ever felt the same way.
warnings: none! :)
word count: 3.2k
notes: WOW has it been a while! i honestly lost interest in posting, but i never lost interest in writing. i finally had the energy to finish this short that i began after speak now (tv) was released last summer, and i couldn’t not share it. so please enjoy!!!! it is inspired by enchanted (tv) by taylor swift!!
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The grand ballroom of the Asgardian palace was aglow with warm lights and excited chatter. The golden walls radiated from the energy of the party. The floor was filled with men and women: talking, dancing, laughing, and drinking.
It was the annual winter celebration ball. Royalty, politicians, and socialites from all nine realms were invited to Asgard to celebrate the winter season and accomplishments from the past year. It was an exclusive yet highly-anticipated event. Everyone dreamed of an invite to the party. Ladies commissioned dresses months in advance, hoping to be the most beautiful girl there.
It was your first year in attendance. Your parents had gone ever since you were born. Your father was a consult to the Asgardian throne, hailing from Vanaheim. He traveled across the realms at least twice a year, always including this illustrious event. You dreamt of going since you were little. You constantly daydreamed of the dress you would wear, how you would do your makeup, and all the boys that you would dance with.
At sixteen, you were finally of age to come. Your mother helped you pick out the dress you were currently donning: a stunning dark green ball gown, draped in velvet and adorned with gold pearls. It was everything you could have ever dreamed of. You felt absolutely stunning.
However, the ball itself was dreadfully boring to you. You expected to be blown away by the crowd, having the most enriching conversations and dancing until dawn with a handful of young men. But you were stuck against a pillar, crossing your arms as you scanned the floor.
You were let down. In your mind, this ball was a scene for magic and ultimate grandeur. It was a fairytale - something you would have read in a book when you were little. But now that you were here, you realized it was nothing like that. It was a political scene, a show of wealth. There was nothing for you to do; no boys to whisk you away or girls to gossip with in the corner.
A few people spoke to you in the beginning when your parents were still by your side. They asked you about basic things, such as your studies and your interests. Nothing deeper than surface-level information. You faked smiles and laughs during these conversations, ignoring the pit of disappointment deep in your stomach. As your parents disappeared deeper into the party, so did your social interactions.
The golden walls once lit with excitement became dull. Everything seemed like a facade. There was no real beauty in this room. It was a show, an insincere display for you to judge others and for others to judge you. It no longer seemed like a privilege to be invited, more like a formality.
You sighed and leaned further into the pillar. You looked around, noticing others faking laughs and making faces at those they did not like. You wished you were home in bed with a book, not hiding in a corner in a dress that was feeling gradually more suffocating.
Suddenly, you saw him. A pair of striking blue eyes met yours from across the room. Your heart skipped a beat as you locked in on him. Unable to look away, you took in his features: those beautiful eyes, raven hair, pale skin, sharp cheekbones. He was tall, thin, and utterly graceful. But his eyes—oh, those eyes. They were bright yet broken, sparkling yet sad. You felt like you could see his whole life in his eyes. They were fixated on you, as you were fixated on them. He seemed to be searching his mind, perhaps wondering if he had seen you somewhere before.  Your mind began to race when you noticed his silhouette moving closer and closer to you, pushing past others in the crowd. His eyes were still focused on you.
He made his way up the steps, now just a few feet away from you. You reached for the emerald charm on your necklace and began to nervously fidget with it as he approached you.
"You don't seem too pleased to be here," he said with a smile.
Your mouth ran dry. His voice was smooth and deep, cutting through the chatter like a knife. It was so attractive and charming, but shocked you at the same time. And that smile. He seemed so sincere in a place filled with falsities. Yet, he still came off playful and fun. You cleared your throat and collected your thoughts.
"Yes, well, it's awfully dull if you don't get off on gloating."
He laughed, "Says the girl in the green gown that takes up half the room."
"I had different expectations for tonight," you muttered, looking down. He chuckled and extended his hand.
"Loki."
You looked back up at him, his hand still out but yours still gripping your necklace.
"Like the prince?"
"I suppose so," he replied. Your eyes widened as you finally took his hand, shaking it lightly as you said your name.
"To be quite frank, I am also bored out of my mind. What do you say we get out of here?" Loki asked with a mischievous grin.
You furrowed your eyebrows. "To where?"
"Not far. Just around the corner. We'll still be close enough to keep an eye on the party."
You nodded hesitantly. He tightened his grip on your hand and began to lead you out of the ballroom. He took you through a small door just on the other side of the wall. You were both outside now, the cold winter wind biting your skin. You tensed up in the chill.
"Are you cold?" he asked with a puzzled look.
"Yes. Aren't you?"
"Honestly, I've never been bothered by the cold. But here, let me help you."
He dropped your hand and flicked his wrist. You suddenly felt a weight on your shoulders, followed by a warm sensation. You looked around and noticed that a cloak appeared out of nowhere and was wrapped around your body. Your jaw dropped in disbelief as you looked over at him.
"How did you do that?"
Loki smiled. "Just some light magic. Do you feel better?"
You nodded. Your stomach was filled with butterflies. How was this happening? Just a few minutes ago, you were facing the reality that there was no magic, no princes, no dreams coming true. Was this in fact a dream? Had you fallen asleep against that pillar?
Another cold breeze snapped you into reality. This wasn't a dream; this was really happening.
"Are you from Asgard?" he asked.
"No," you answered. "Vanaheim. My father is a consult to the throne. This is my first year at this ball."
"Ah. Well, it doesn't get any better. I can assure you that," Loki said, making you laugh.
He guided you to a golden bench in the middle of the gardens. It sat amidst all of the bushes and flowers that went without blooms in the winter. It also overlooked the windows of the ballroom, allowing you to peek in and see everyone still talking and drinking. It was the perfect place to escape the party.
You sat next to Loki as he began light conversation. You talked about basic things, but then you slowly realized how similar the both of you were. You shared a love of literature, of nature, of horses, of magic—though Loki practiced it while you were just fascinated by it. He showed you a few tricks, such as conjuring a butterfly or making the few falling snowflakes pause mid-air.
The conversation grew deeper and deeper. He confessed his feelings of self-doubt and disappointment from living in the shadow of his glorious older brother. You confessed your feelings of loneliness and longing from being an only child with two busy parents. You found solace in this conversation, finally knowing that there was someone out there who felt just as dissatisfied as you did. It was like you found your missing puzzle piece.
Loki was just absolutely charming. He made you feel wonderstruck; you were completely enthralled by him. From his quick quips to his heartfelt words, you hung on every sentence he spoke like it was the most beautiful thing you ever heard. You wanted nothing more to than just sit here forever listening to him talk while looking into his gorgeous blue eyes.
You lost track of time. You had no idea how long the ball lasted, but you honestly did not care. All you wanted was for this night to last forever. You did not want to stop talking to Loki.
"Hey, I think they're playing the waltz," Loki said mid-conversation. You both turned to look inside and noticed couples joining together. Soft music began to play. You smiled when you spotted your parents in the back, holding each other and spinning around.
Movement in your peripheral caught your attention. You looked up and saw Loki standing with his hand extended.
"May I have this dance?" he asked with a cheeky grin.
You laughed and took his hand. Before you even had a chance to stand, he pulled you out of your seat and into his arms. You gasped as you fell into him.
"Heavens, Loki!" you said through laughter.
"Oh, loosen up," he replied.
You got in position and began to dance together. The faint sound of the orchestra carried through the bitter cold wind. But you didn't mind.
Loki's blue eyes were once again locked with yours. Your heart was beating out of control. He was so charming, so beautiful, so perfect. No one ever listened to you like he did tonight. No one ever talked to you like he did tonight. He made you feel wanted, seen, and absolutely adored. It was hard to believe that you didn't even know him six hours ago. Now, your thoughts would be consumed by him for days to come.
It was a chance meeting, but it completely changed your life. This was the ball you dreamed of. You were so glad you finally found it.
The dance came to an end. The music was replaced by the sound of applause and the Allfather making an announcement. But the two of you didn't care. You stayed in his arms, gazing up at him. He was smiling down at you.
"It was so wonderful to meet you," he said softly.
"You too. Thank you for turning my night around."
"Of course. You made mine a million times better."
You smiled as he began to lean in. Your eyes fluttered shut as you began to feel his breath against your lips. You leaned in to finish the kiss, but were stopped by someone calling your name.
"There you are!" your father yelled as you stepped back from Loki's embrace.
"We've been looking for you!" your mother said. "The ball is over. We must be going home."
"Oh, well—," you began.
"No. Say goodbye before we miss our carriage back to the Bifrost."
You sighed and turned back to Loki. "Thank you, again."
"Surely. I hope to see you again soon."
He gave you a soft smile as your mother grabbed your wrist and quite literally dragged you away. You stumbled with her quick pace until you caught up, yanking your wrist back. You looked behind you one last time as the palace grew distant, trying to see if you could spot the beautiful prince. But unfortunately, you were too far away. Your heart sank as you sighed, following your parents into your carriage.
“Who was that? Was that one of the princes?” your father asked as the carriage began to drive away.
You nodded, “He and I were both bored, so we decided to go outside and talk.”
“Bored?” your mother said with a laugh. “Isn’t this the ball you’ve been looking forward to since you were a little girl?”
“I guess the actual event just wasn’t for me,” you shrugged.
Eventually, you reached the Bifrost and took your journey back to Vanaheim. When you got into bed that night, the memories replayed in your mind. Your heart warmed but longed for the prince that whisked you away so elegantly. He was handsome, charming, intelligent…. just simply enchanting. You fell asleep with the hope that you would actually see him again.
Over the next few months, Loki never left your mind. Though it was one small interaction, it left a lasting impression on you forever. You were completely enamored by him. His voice, his striking blue eyes haunted you in your sleep. So many nights did you fall asleep praying that he still felt the same way, that he wasn’t in love with anyone but you.
The spring came and went on Vanaheim. Since the realm was known for its exquisite nature, the outdoors were absolutely gorgeous. The trees were in full bloom; the hills were adorned with bright flowers and green grass; the lakes sparkled in the afternoon sun. You spent so much time sitting in the garden of your family’s cottage, just reading and daydreaming about the Asgardian boy that stole your heart. Everything was about him; you even read his name as the male protagonist in all of your romance books, picturing that those were your story that got the happy ending.
Your father went to Asgard again at the beginning of summer for a few days to deal with some business. You begged and begged for him to take you, but he repeatedly refused. It broke your heart to know that you were so close yet so far from seeing Loki again. You did not want to wait for the winter to finally have another dance with him.
When your father returned, he had a bright smile on your face. He sat you and your mother down at the kitchen table for a big announcement.
“Family,” he began, “we are moving to Asgard.”
Your mother’s face dropped as you gasped, a smile forcing its way onto your lips. Did he actually just say that?
“What do you mean, dear?” your mother asked him.
“Old Vidar has finally decided to retire as the live-in ambassador from Vanaheim. They have elected me as the replacement. In two weeks, we will start our lives in Asgard.”
You cheered and ran to give your father a big hug. He laughed and hugged you back, albeit a little confused by your reaction. You immediately ran to your room as you started to pack while your mother pried him for more information.
Two weeks later, you were loading up the carriage to travel to the Venir palace to access the Bifrost. You were more than excited; you could not wait to finally see your prince again. As happy as you were, there was some sense of doubt still stuck in you—What if he didn’t feel the same way? What if he had moved on? It had been nearly seven months since you last saw Loki. A lot can change in that time.
But you chose to remain hopeful as you began your journey to Asgard. You felt the warm sensation of the Bifrost and suddenly, you were back in the golden room of Heimdall. A carriage was already waiting on the rainbow bridge to drive your family to the palace, where a feast was to be held to honor both the outgoing ambassador and your father.
Once you had your luggage arranged in the carriage, you began the drive to the castle. It felt like the drive was taking ages. Your knee bounced with excitement. Your mother placed her hand on it, and you turned to look at her. “Sorry,” you muttered under your breath.
Finally, you arrived. Your heart was in your throat as you spotted the royal family on the golden steps of the palace. They came closer into view as your carriage approached the castle. Then, you saw him.
His raven hair was slightly longer, he was a little bit taller, and he stood with more confidence. Finally, his striking blue eyes locked with yours again. You saw right through him again—all the happiness and pain that he’s experienced. But you couldn’t quite get a read on how he was feeling. Did he move on? Was he still as infatuated with you as you are with him?
Your head hurt with anxiety. You prayed that he still thought about you as much as you thought about him.
The carriage slowed down and pulled alongside the steps. Your father stepped out first, offering his hand to help your mother out and then you. The three of you stood in front of the royal family. You nearly quivered underneath their intimidating stare.
“Welcome, Henrik and family. We are thrilled that you will be joining us in Asgard as diplomatic figures from Vanaheim. We look forward to working with you,” Odin declared.
The three of you bowed. Guards escorted you up the stairs as you began to follow the family inside the palace. You looked at Loki with a smile, but he remained stoic, turning around and following inside. Your heart shattered in your chest. Holding back tears, you looked down and kept walking.
Something grabbed your arm and pulled you back. You gasped as you fell right into a familiar pair of arms. You looked up, meeting the blue eyes you longed to see after nearly seven months.
“Loki,” you whispered, a small smile growing on your face.
“Did you think that I’ve forgotten about you?” he said with a playful grin. “How could I forget the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen?”
A heated blush rose to your cheeks as you giggled, shocked by his forwardness. You wrapped your arms around him and pulled him close, enjoying the feeling of being in his arms again.
“I was so scared that you had moved on,” you confessed. Your face vibrated against his chest as he let out a deep chuckle.
“I couldn’t possibly have moved on. Your name was the only one in my mind ever since that night.”
You pulled back, looking at him with disbelief. “Really?”
He laughed and nodded. “Really. I could not get your face out of my head. It drove me quite mad, honestly.”
You laughed, mostly still in disbelief. This couldn’t be real. How could this beautiful, charming prince—one that definitely could have any maiden he desired—be so infatuated with you?
“My parents will probably be taking yours on a tour of the palace before dinner, so that gives us about an hour to do whatever we want,” Loki said with a smile.
“A tour? Shouldn’t we join them?”
He shook his head dismissively. “I’ll give you a tour some other time. Why don’t we catch up first?”
You nodded with a big smile. He went to remove his hands from your waist, but you stopped him, placing your hands on top of his.
“Wait,” you said, moving your hands to cup his face. “I want to try something first.”
Loki grinned, then he leaned in and closed the gap between you. Finally, you felt your lips on his, and it was magical. You draped your arms around his neck as he deepens the kiss, moving his lips against yours. After a few moments, he pulled away, leaving you absolutely breathless. He smiled at your flushed face, then released his grip on you and grabbed your hand.
“Follow me, I want to show you the courtyard.”
With a smile, you let him lead you away from the steps. He talked to you, but you were still in a daze. You couldn’t believe that you got so lucky; you felt absolutely enchanted to meet him.
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Through The Years
Áki x Sađi
Jotun!King!Loki Laufeyson x fem!Æsir!Queen!Reader
Summary: This story takes you and Loki on a journey through the twins life. From their first steps all the way to their first time falling in love.
Warnings for this Chapter: Áki being his sassy self, royal things? fluff, suggestive smut/light smut, food - a lot, mutual pining? Loki and Y/N being the best supportive parents ever. Let me know if I missed something!
Word Count: 5,1k
a/n: Well... We reached one of the most important chapters... Áki is finding the man of his dreams! 🥰 I love this whole chapter very very much. It turned out just how I wanted. Also, this is my first time writing male x male, so... Pls go easy on me. ☺️
Kudos to @eleniblue , because she helped me plan out this whole story. Without her, this wouldn't exist.
❄️ Chapter Four ❄️ Chapter Six ❄️
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Chapter Five - Áki Finding Love
It was one of these days again, where the five-minute-older twin was on search for something to eat, aside from the regular meals. Áki had always been a little hog - since he was an infant. Well... Keeping the trained body of his and compensating all that energy he needed for training, a lot of food was required. That was just how it was.
So, the young prince made his way to one of his favourite places in the whole palace... The royal kitchen.
It was one of the few places, which were always busy. The kitchen was bustling with staff almost the whole day. Only at night was it completely, entirely quiet inside the big room. But when the prince rounded the corner and stepped through the open, beautifully crafted swinging doors of the kitchen, there were several Jotun's running around. Some of them cooks, some of them maids, some of them kitchen helpers - as per usual.
Áki knew everyone who worked there, of course. After all, he was the part of the royal family who spent the most time in this place of the palace. And, the staff knew him... "Greetings, your highness," addressed him first an older lady, wearing a white apron and a smile. Atla - she was a kitchen helper and already worked here for ages. Áki returned the smile and gave her a nod, before he continued his journey through his own personal paradise - and paradise was smelling delicious.
"My prince," the head cook greeted him as well, and took a small bow. "What can we serve you today? We've got a lot of food today." The young Jotun bit his lip in a thinking manner, before he answered: "I don't know yet. I'll keep on looking." Another bow from the head cook. "As you wish, my prince."
Áki's feet led him to the cool room, in which he finally found his 'object of desire'... Cake. Blueberry cake, to be precisely. Perfect for an afternoon snack. Having the good manners his parents taught him, he asked of course first, if he could have a bite of the cake - and who was the staff to deny him this? So, he took a big slice from the cake in his hands, smiling happily. But just when he made his way out of the cool room, an accident happened... Therefore, that the prince had to close the door, he had his back towards the main room. Turning around and walking away, his hard, muscular chest suddenly clashed against a not so strong and not so muscular chest, causing the cake to get sandwiched between his and the other Jotun's torso. Cream and blueberries were smeared all over Áki's bare chest, before it dripped to the ground, like the rest of the cake. And not just the cake... The poor man he crashed against with all his strength was send to the floor as well.
"I-I'm s-so s-sorry!" The man on the kitchen floor apologised immediately. The horror in his eyes was clearly visible, since he knew exactly who was standing in front of him and what he had gotten himself into. But the prince said nothing at first; had his eyes only settled on the poor soul who had crashed against him.
Áki had never seen the young Jotun before. Not here in the kitchen or elsewhere inside the palace. He must be new...
He was tall, but not quite as tall as Áki. His physique was not exactly the one of a warrior. He was a bit sturdier. Strong, but not muscular. His golden-brown hair was long; clearly reaching his shoulders, but currently tight up into a bun. Shocked, wide ruby eyes looking up at him. "M-My p-prince, I-I'm so clumsy, I..."
The prince was like frozen in time for a long moment, but he didn't know why. Just when his brain had caught up with the situation he was in, and Áki was about to say something, the head cook walked into the scene. "Sađi, you clumsy, feckless boy! What did you do?!" Sađi looked up to his boss with fearful eyes. "I-I-I..." He stammered; trying to somehow explain himself. The head cook leaned down and grabbed him by his arm. "Get on your damn knees and apologise to the prince, will you?!" He hissed at the younger man - inaudible to Áki, before pushing him forwards onto his knees.
Sađi was visibly a bit overwhelmed by the situation - and quite afraid of his chief; small tears gathering in his deep ruby eyes. "A-Apologies, your h-highness."
The pain in the young Jotun's eyes didn't go unnoticed by Áki. The usually so tough warrior's demeanour shifted. He squatted down and placed his hand on Sađi's shoulder. "You're forgiven."
That was the first time Áki's and Sađi's paths crossed. But it shouldn't stay at only one encounter, oh no...
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Sađi had made a lasting impression on the prince. Áki couldn't put a finger on it, what exactly it was that kept the simple kitchen helper on his mind. It was just how it was. Perhaps it was the reason why his feet lead him more often than before to the royal kitchen? Just to get a glimpse at the attractive young Jotun, which had undoubtedly caught his attention?
The prince had noticed quite early in his teenage years, that he was more into men than women. His brother, you and Loki knew that, of course, but it wasn't a problem. Why should it be? Everybody accepted it - and Áki the way he was.
"You are my son, Áki. That won't change. Neither does the love I feel for you. If you like men, you like men. If someone can understand this, it's me." His father had told him with a smile and wink; hand placed on his shoulder. Áki liked to think back to that day. It had been an important moment in his life.
"What can we do for you today, my prince?" The head cook asked Áki, but the prince's attention was somewhere else; eyes directed on the Jotun with the long golden-brown hair. He watched him cutting some vegetables. A smile tugged at the warrior's lips, whenever Sađi swerved from side to side to change his cutting tactics. Or when a frown crossed his features, when the vegetables didn't want things to go as he did.
"My prince?" The head cook addressed Áki again, which caused him to shortly break his stare. "Yes? What did you ask?" "What we can do for you today, your highness." Áki's eyes started to travel immediately again. "I, uh... I'd like to have something sweet." "Something sweet?" Áki nodded, checking Sađi out, who currently had his back towards them. "Mhm, yes... Something sweet. Dessert." He just couldn't help himself. "Dessert?" "Yes." The cook nodded, "Of course, my prince." and turned around.
"Sađi! Prepare some dessert for the prince! ASAP!"
The Jotun nodded frantically. "Yes, Sir!"
Áki watched then with a smile, how the handsome kitchen helper ran from one point to the next, hurrying to finish his given task. Áki found it utterly cute how much effort he put in it. Just for him.
About five minutes later, Sađi approached the prince cautiously; trying to appear as polite as possible. "Dessert, your highness." Áki smiled and took the plate from his hands; ruby eyes boring into the matching ones of Sađi. "I thank you." Sađi swallowed and flashed the prince a small smile as well. "I hope it is to your liking." "Oh, I am sure it tastes delicious." With those words, the warrior turned on his heels and left the kitchen again.
Their next encounter was only a few days later. A very fateful encounter, to say the least. Perhaps it was destiny...
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The night had settled over Jotunheim. It was past midnight so everyone was asleep. Everyone, except Áki. The prince had just woken up to a rumbling stomach; signalling him to get some food inside him. So, that's what Áki did. He stood up and made his way - like so often, to the kitchen. It wasn't the first time, that he took a little trip to this place of the palace at night, but it's been a trip he didn't do in a long time. Usually, he kept some food in his chambers, but someway somehow led his feet him today to the kitchen - and what he found there, was something he didn't expect even in his wildest dreams...
A dim light was shining on the dark hallway; coming undoubtedly from the kitchen. With furrowed brows, Áki sneaked to the big room. One hand was resting on the dagger, which was in the pocket of his dressing gown. Ready to face whatever danger or thief lurked inside, the warrior stormed the room - only to find the young Jotun, on which he had casted an eye.
"What in the name of Yggdrasil are you doing here?"
Áki's voice echoed through the kitchen, causing Sađi to yelp up and flinch. He was so frightened, that he threw with shock the onion he was holding in his hand away. "P-Prince Áki, I-I..." He stammered, turning beet red. The prince crossed his arms over his chest, stepping closer. "Again, I am asking... What are you doing here? Or should I go, get the guards?" Sađi's eyes widened even more. "O-Oh, no, no, by the n-norns, please don't! I-I need this job, I... Please! I-I'll tell you everything! Just p-please don't get the guards!" "Alright," said Áki and leaned against a kitchen counter. "Tell me."
The young Jotun nodded and took a deep breath. "I-I am practising." Áki frowned. "Practising?" "Y-Yes, because I wish to become a cook. I-It is my biggest dream, b-but I can't reach this dream without practicing. And the head cook doesn't let me practice, s-so I sneak inside the kitchen at night, t-to practice. N-Nobody usually ever comes here at night..." "Well, I do." Áki pointed out; stepping closer to the kitchen helper, causing Sađi to swallow hard. "So, you'd like to become a cook, yes?" "Y-Yes, your highness."
Áki nodded towards the several pots and pans standing on the stove. "Show me what you got then." Sađi was a bit confused at first. "W-What?" "Show me what you got." "O-Okay. I-If you wish, my prince." With a shaking hand, he took a small plate and put something from the dish he cooked on it, before handing it Áki, who tasted it on an instant.
Full of fear and anticipation, Sađi gazed at the warrior prince. He started to nod. "Yes... Tastes not bad. Needs improvement, but it's definitely not bad. You got talent, I see." "T-Thank you, your highness." Áki thought for a moment, as an idea crossed his mind. "I have an offer for you. A deal..." He started, circling the Jotun like a predator its prey. "A d-deal?" "Yes," he hissed, causing a shiver to run down Sađi's spine. "I'll tell nobody about your little... trips here at night. I'll let you keep on practicing. And as a quid pro quo, I'll get to taste and eat the wonderful dishes you cook. Do we have an agreement, Sađi?" The aspiring cook nodded with a small smile. "Yes, yes, absolutely! I thank you, my prince."
From that point on, the two men meet often at night in the royal kitchen. Sađi to improve his skills as a cook and Áki to quench his hunger. Over the days, weeks and months, Sađi's cooking skills improved - and not just that... Their relationship as well. They went from barely knowing each other to way more. The lines of royal blood and not royal blood slowly but surely blurring. While Áki let his guards more and more down and stopping his princely behaviour, Sađi got more open and confident.
And when the prince was really bold one night and asked Sađi, if he had a girlfriend, the kitchen helper blushed in the deepest shades of red and told the warrior that he was more into boys and not girls.
This fateful night caused the sexual tension to grown undoubtedly between them. Every accidental touch left a prickling, sizzling sensation behind, which caused both men's skins to burn. It was like an ever-burning fire, which was indelible.
At one point Áki just decided to act on it. He started to leave his dressing gown at his chambers, attending the nightly meetings only in his sleep shorts and giving the young cook more to look at; subtly urging him on to make the first move. It threw Sađi off track, of course, but not even with all the confidence he had gained over the weeks did he dare to make said first move. So Áki had to do it - or optionally making Sađi cave in. Both ways would work for the prince just fine...
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"Now you have to slowly add the wine," Sađi explained; looking happily, but concentrated at the prince. He was in the zone; definitely enjoying what he was doing. Someday, Áki had asked him what exactly he was doing and how he was going to do it, and since that night, Sađi explained happily every step of a new meal he learned and practiced to cook. Áki though, mostly didn't pay attention. At least not to the young Jotun's instructions. He was way too distracted by Sađi himself...
"Add the wine?" Áki asked, eyes glued to Sađi's hands, which gripped the bottle of wine. "Yes, but slowly." He added some of the wine to the pot, causing it to steam. "Have you seen how much?" "Mhh," the prince answered absent-minded; had only paid attention to the bulging veins in his crush's hand and certainly not to the amount of wine. "What's next?" "Next, you have to stir the sauce and slowly add a bit more wine. Look." Sađi demonstrated what he had just explained - and Áki saw the first opportunity tonight to make his move.
While the aspiring cook stirred the sauce, Áki stepped even closer towards him. He placed himself behind Sađi, so that he could look over his shoulder; all the while pressing his bare torso against Sađi's old, shabby chef's jacket clad back. His arms sneaked around the Jotun. One hand landing on top of Sađi's (The one which was stirring the sauce.), and the other on the edge of the counter; literally caging the man. It caused a soft, almost inaudible gasp to leave the gold-brown-haired Jotun's lips. But Áki heard it, of course and started to grin.
"Do you need help with that?" The prince whispered in Sađi's ear; making sure to keep his voice as deep and husky as possible. The cook shivered. "I-I-I, uh... Actually n-not, b-but, uh, s-sure," he stammered. A sign that Áki's move had been fruitful. He had clearly put him off his stride. "Alright." Áki added and slipped his fingers through Sađi's, in order to help him stir the sauce. The longer the warrior's touch lasted, the more started Sađi's hand - which held onto the bottle of wine - to shake. Something that didn't slip Áki's attention as well. "Now, now what is the matter, young Sir Bjørnson? Are we nervous?" Sađi swallowed hard; his Adam's apple bobbing. "I-I-" Áki smiled; happy to be able to get such a reaction from the cook. If there was something he was good in, then it was fighting - obviously, flirting and seduction. The mixture of yours and Loki's genes clearly playing a big role in this one...
"Or... Is it the touch of my body against yours?" Áki breathed in Sađi's ear. "Am I too close to you, or... Too far from you?" Every hair on Sađi's neck was standing up at the prince's words. He had a hard time to control his breathing. "Hm?" To test the theory, Áki took a small step backwards, to bring some space between his and the young male - who let out a small whine immediately. Once the realisation dawned on him, Sađi's eyes widened. But he just couldn't help himself. It just had slipped past his lips - just like the soft moan, when Áki pressed his body back against his, "Ahh, I see... Too far." including his hips.
Sađi's eyes went shut at the sudden, very intimate contact. This only made it worse - in the best way possible. He felt like standing on the edge of a cliff and Áki was the one in control; deciding whether he was going to fall - or not.
"Better?" Áki asked in a low voice. A question which the young Jotun could only answer with a shaky nod. "Good. Now where were we? Ah, the sauce, right. Continue, please."
Sađi's head started to spin. How dare he? How dare he brings him in such a situation? How in the nine realms would he be able to keep cooking, with the handsome prince's crotch pressed against his bottom? "M-My p-prince, I-I-" His voice was so hoarse, it died in his throat.
The prince grinned even wider. Almost. He almost had him. "Yes?" "I-I... Can't, I..." Time to make the final move, thought Áki. Quickly - before Sađi could even react, he had spun the gold-brown-haired Jotun around in his embrace. Two hands gripping now the edge of the kitchen counter; pinning the surprised cook between the warrior's body and the cool, hard furniture. "You can't, huh? Well... Is there something else you'd rather do than cooking?" Sađi's mouth opened and closed, but no words were leaving his lips. The warrior smiled, "Go on, say it. I know you want me to." and leaned closer to his ear once more. "But I won't do it, unless you tell me to."
And with that, the dam finally broke. Sađi fell off the cliff; free falling. "K-Kiss... Kiss me."
Áki's heart skipped a beat. Finally. Finally! "Very well." Within the blink of an eye, Áki cupped Sađi's cheeks with both hands and literally slammed his lips on the young man's. Sađi was immediately enchanted by the kiss; hungry lips searching for more. It had been long overdue.
The prince soon brought his body into the game; pressing it against Sađi's and trapping him even more. The Jotun whimpered into the passionate kiss at the sudden friction; hands clawing into Áki's muscular waist.
Only when it was hard to breathe for them, did they break the kiss. Both panted; lips red and kiss swollen. In a rather bold move shifted the warrior his hands, until they landed on the cook's bottom; pulling him even closer against himself and creating more friction. "Spend the night with me," he spoke in a low, seductive voice, almost growling. Sađi's eyes widened. "S-Spend the night with you? I-I don't know, I..." His words caused Áki's heart to sunk. "Don't you... want to spend the night with me?" Sađi quickly shook his head; clearly noticed the sad tone in the Jotun's voice. "No, no, no, norns, no! I want nothing more than to do just that, but..." Relief flooded the warrior's veins. "But what?" Sađi sighed. "My prince, I-" "Stop," Áki interrupted him immediately. "It's Áki for you. No title, no formalities." He nodded. "Áki, I... I don't know if this is a good idea. You are the prince and I am... me..."
The prince shook his head. "I don't care, Sađi. I just want you. We can keep it secret and no one has to know, but please... Don't deny me. I waited so long for this. All I longed for was to kiss you. Touch you," he said, running one hand over Sađi's broad back. "Feel you. Hel, I lost count of how many times I touched myself to the thought of you." Those words send another shiver down the cook's spine. A tingling sensation formed in the pit of his stomach and gathering in his crotch. Sađi blushed, eyelids fluttering. "Y-You did that?" "Mhm," Áki purred and Sađi swallowed.
"I'd say, we clean here up as fast as possible and then take a trip to my chambers. What do you say? You'll even get a free room tour. And perhaps I take you into my bathing chamber as well." He winked, causing Sađi's knees to buckle. "I'd love to, my pri- Áki." The prince smiled, before sealing 'the deal' with another passionate kiss.
This was one of many nights the two men spend together in secret. It was more than just a one-night-stand. Áki had fallen for the handsome kitchen helper already a long time ago, even before he started to bed him. And the warrior was certain, that what he felt was, without a doubt, love.
As for Sađi, it took him some time to sort out his feelings. Was it just fun? Was it serious? He was torn a very long time, but in the end, Sađi couldn't deny that there were indeed feelings involved. At least from his side. He struggled quite a bit to interpret Áki's signals and unfortunately got them wrong. One oppressive thought led to the other, and at some point, it escalated and Sađi couldn't take it anymore...
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Sađi was the last one in the kitchen today - like so often. After all, he was still nothing more than a helper and the other kitchen staff loved to leave the cleaning up to him. His dream of being a cook not yet palpable.
It didn't take long for the prince to join his lover, like he did whenever he got time and was not busy with royal duties. Making sure, that nobody was around, Áki stepped over to Sađi, who was currently cleaning some pots and pans. "Do they still leave you alone to clean up their mess?" It wasn't really a question from the warrior; rather an assessment. Áki wrapped his muscular arms loosely around Sađi's torso; chest pressed against back. The prince angled his head, tried to catch the aspiring cook's lips, as he looked over his shoulder - but Sađi avoided Áki's attempt for a kiss and turned his head away. "You know that they never stopped it."
Áki frowned; noticed immediately that something wasn't right. "What's wrong?" Sađi shook his head, "Nothing." and stepped away from the prince. Áki didn't believe a single word, of course. "Oh, come on, Sađi. Tell me what's wrong. I am not blind." The young Jotun answered nothing, just kept on cleaning up the mess. Áki shrugged his shoulders; was quite a bit offended. "Fine. If you don't want to talk, I'll leave." The prince turned on his heels and marched towards the open doors. What he didn't see coming, was Sađi's voice, holding him back. "We can't do this anymore." The warrior stopped dead in his tracks. Frowning, he slowly turned to face the golden-brown haired man he fell so deeply in love with. "What do you mean?"
The handsome kitchen helper took a deep, shaky breath. "This. Us. It has to stop." Áki was utterly confused. "Us? Why? Why does it needs to stop? Do you..." He swallowed. "Do you not... enjoy yourself?" Sađi shook his head, causing a few strands to break free from his loose man bun and to fall into his face. "N-No, I... I do enjoy it. What we have is... thrilling. Magical, wonderful - but..." Tears gathered in his beautiful ruby eyes. "I can't do this to myself anymore, because it breaks my damn heart every time." Áki still wasn't able to follow his words. "It breaks your heart? Why?" Sađi buried his face in his hands; almost desperately, that the oblivious prince didn't catch what he was trying to say. "You are the prince, Áki! I am a mere kitchen helper and wannabe cook! Just think about what the people - your people would say about this! Or the king and queen!" He scoffed; shaking his head. "I get that you are free to sleep with whoever you wish. I guess it's your privilege as a member of the royal family, but... I don't want to be your lover anymore. I don't want to be just another man on a long list of affairs. I'm not the only one you are bedding - and it destroys me, because..." Sađi paused for a moment; drawing in another shaky breath. "Because I fell in love with you! And I'd rather leave, before my heart gets entirely broken."
With those words, the aspiring cook threw the towel he was holding inside his hands on the kitchen counter, passed by a literally stunned Áki and headed straight for the door. But just like Áki before, he got stopped. The prince needed a moment to collect himself, though. His brain needed to process first, what his ears had heard. But once it did, a warm feeling spread throughout his whole body - and he smiled. "Sađi." He spoke up firmly, causing the other Jotun to stand still; freezing in his movements. "I won't let you walk out of that door." "W-What? Why?" Sađi's face mirrored confusion, as he turned to look at the warrior. Seems like they both had been oblivious to the other's feelings...
"Because I love you, you blind, silly boy."
Sađi blinked. Stunned. "I... You... W-What?" He definitely needed a moment to process that. "You... You love me?" He asked; disbelief swinging in his voice. Áki just smiled and stepped closer to his lover, gently taking Sađi's hands in his. "Yes, I do. Perhaps since the first time I had ever laid my eyes upon you." The helper blinked again, then looked at their intertwined hands. "I-I-I-" "Ah.Ah," the prince interrupted him, while walking Sađi towards the next wall. "Less talking..." He pressed his body against the cold stone surface; hands wandering to the helper's hips. "... and more kissing." With a smoulder only his father could do better, Áki's lips found Sađi's, asking them for a dance.
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Áki's and Sađi's worlds were suddenly more than just alright. They had found each other, were helplessly in love and enjoyed the rare time they had together. Nevertheless, they decided to keep this a secret at first, except for one person. Váli. Váli was the only person who knew, since Áki loved his twin brother dearly and shared everything with him. But the secret itself didn't stay a secret for long anyways...
It was time for dinner in the palace. Áki was the first one to find his way to the dining hall, of course. You were a little late, and Loki and Váli not present, since they were away on Svartalfheim for some royal duties.
"Hey," you greeted your son warmly, placing a hand on his muscular biceps, before you sat down. "Hey, mom." "Sorry for the delay." Áki smiled, "No worries. I learned to wait." and winked, causing you to giggle. While you and your son ate, you talked about anything and everything. You enjoyed the moments you could spend with your sons, since they definitely lived their own life's by now.
Mere ten minutes later, dinner got served - and for the first time by none other than Sađi. When Áki saw his boyfriend walking towards the table, together with two other servants, his heart sped up. Of course, he was more than happy to see him, just like Sađi was, but the two of them tried hard to not let it show - which turned later out to be not really successful.
It was simple gestures. Things the two men didn't even realise. The subtle smiles, lingering gazes, eye contact, hand brushing... They didn't notice - but you did. After all, you were Áki's mother and it was kind of in your instincts to notice everything, right? You more than once bit your lip in order to hide the smile. Your son had seemingly found love - and you couldn't be happier. To be entirely sure, though, you decided to address him.
Once dinner was over and there was no servant left - just you and Áki, you took the initiative. Áki already stood up, though and was on his way to leave, when you stopped him. "Áki, hey, wait a minute, please." Your son waited, of course; turned to face you. "Yes, mom?" You patted on the chair beside you, smiling. "Take a seat." Without hesitation, Áki did what you ask him to. Full of anticipation what you were going to say, he looked at you. You reached out your hand and brushed a lose curl of his raven hair behind his ear. He looked so much like his father. You smiled even wider. "So... Who is he?" The prince frowned. "Who is who, mother?" You nodded towards the closed doors, which led to the kitchen. "The handsome servant with golden-brown hair."
Áki turned red on an instant. "I-I, uh..." "I know you two tried to be inconspicuous, but... Let's say it this way… It didn't quite work out." Your son cleared his throat; knowing that their secret wasn't a secret anymore. "Well, mom... His, uh... His name is Sađi and he works here as a kitchen helper. But he aspires to be a cook." "Sađi... Beautiful name - and an aspiring cook? What a perfect match for you." You smiled. "So, it is something serious between the two of you?" He nodded; unable to suppress a smile. "Yes. We are together." "That is wonderful, son. I'm happy for you." Áki smiled bashfully. "Thank you, mom." The so confident prince suddenly wasn't so confident anymore. "It... It isn't a problem for you that he's 'just' a kitchen helper and no prince or of royal blood?" You shook your head and placed your hand on his. "Why should it? Quite the opposite... I'd love to meet him properly one day. As long as you love each other... That's more important than anything. Than status or heritage. Believe me when I tell you, I know what I am talking about - and so does your father." Áki smiled. "Thank you, again. And yes, I promise you, you are definitely going to meet him properly one day."
Another smile crossed your face, as you leaned over to hug your son. A gesture which he returned gladly. "Áki... I am so proud of you. Just... Look at you. You've grown into a strong, confident young man. You are proud of what you are and who you love. It's beautiful." The prince almost started to cry when he heard this. "Oh, mom, I..." He hugged you again; now even tighter. "And your father is proud, too. I hope you know that." He smiled. "Yes... I know." "I love you." Your son backed up from the tight embrace to press a kiss on your cheek. "And I love you."
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Twisted Love pt 8
Loki x reader
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Pairing: Loki x Wife reader
Warnings: Language, I think that’s it tbh
Summary: You tell Loki about about Baldur
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"L-Let him go Mathis..."
"Is this how you spend your time? Collecting mutts instead of making your husband happy ." His eyes scrunched in disgust at the squirming creature.
"Mathis enough, you're scaring him!" you reach for Baldur several times each time he is yanked out of your way.
"Since when do you get to tell me what to do huh?" He scowled tightening his grip and you acted before you thought when you heard Baldur whine in pain.
Swiftly your knee found its way rocketing into Mathis's ahem knights in shining armor.
Taken aback you heard an oof, and quickly used his surprise to snatch Baldur out of his grip.
You hastily took a few large steps back, eyeing Mathis with unease.
"You'll pay dearly for that you stupid bitch." His voice was low and threatening. You didn't wait any longer before darting around the cart and running back into the safety of everyone's eyes.
Only when you were back in the safety of your tent did your shoulders finally slump in relief.
You let out a tiny gasp however when you realized that Loki was there. At least you didn’t have to worry about Mathis sneaking in you supposed..
Loki raised an eyebrow seeing you out of breath.
"Uh, there was a…..snake outside..." a big fat snake you'd like to hit with a shovel...
He hummed and went back to reading his book.
You busied yourself with setting Baldur onto his makeshift bed on the floor.
"Shh shh, it's time for bed now alright?" You tried soothing the creature but you could tell he was still in fight mode from before.
"Nothing will harm you I promise..." you whispered.
"Did the mighty wolf get scared from a little snake?" Loki mused setting his book down and moving to pour a glass of wine.
"Something like that..."
"I suppose you'll go out again tommorow right?" You glanced over your shoulder.
"Yes, unfortunately until a silver tailed wolf is hunted down, we will not stop".
"Mm...." You stayed silent for awhile gathering up the courage to speak.
"And does the wolf have to be k-killed...?" You asked tentatively.
"That has been the tradition for centuries yes..." he raised the glass to his lips.
"....."
"Is there something you wish to say?" He stopped and lowered the glass giving you his attention.
"No but... there is something I wish to show you..." you said barely above a whisper.
You motioned for him to come closer, when he did you moved away so he could see Baldur fully.
He didn't catch it at first, but you saw the slight raise in his eyes and his mouth fall slightly open.
"Is that a..."? you nodded.
"I didn't know until I brought him here..."
"Well it seems there is only one thing to do unfortunately..." you felt a spike of panic.
"W-What?" Before you could act Loki had grabbed his cloak and swiftly made his way out the tent.
You quickly scrambled for Baldur, he yapped being woken so abruptly.
Once he was secure in your arms you stood with him protectively in the very back of the tent.
A million worries raced through your mind.
You weren't so afraid as to not protect Baldur with force but what could you do against everyone if they forced him away??
You eyed the poker in the fireplace, letting out a humorless laugh. You could only imagine how crazy you would look fighting off asgards warriors with a hot stick.
Although you weren't exactly going to standby and let Baldur be killed.
While you were panicking Loki reentered the tent pausing when he noticed you huddled in the corner like a mouse.
"Uh, perhaps I should've explained before I left..." he frowned.
"W-what's going to happen?" You tightened your grip.
"Well first you can relax, the poor creature is hardly breathing" you loosened your grip only slightly, still very much on guard.
"Here put this on" you just then realized Loki was holding a pile of golden fabric.
He held it to you expectantly but you didn't move. Loki was a bit surprised since this was your first real act of defiance but he found your resistance refreshing. Better than you always cowering half the time.
"Trust me alright? Put this on and come outside" he didn't explain more just gave you a look that you supposed was supposed to be reassuring but really wasn't.
After he left you started at the fabric laying on the bed for several minutes before finally having the courage to approach it.
With one hand, the other still holding Baldur close, you lifted the heavy silk.
A cloak? What is going on??
You considered just staying huddled in the corner but then Lokis words crossed your mind
Trust Me
It took several more minutes before you finally moved. You draped the ridiculously regal cloak around you and tucked baldur beneath the silk.
You would not let him out of your sight no matter what.
It took you another several minutes to finally lift the flap and when you did you jumped seeing Loki directly in front of you blocking your view.
He looked severe, something bad was sure to happen.
“Y/N”
You swallowed shakily but didn’t speak as he addressed you.
“Unfortunately there’s only one thing that happens now” tears burned at the corner of your eyes. Stupid y/n for trusting him. A quick glance around showed the entire camp and the royal family looking equally as severe.
You shifted your feet, ready to bolt back in at a moments notice when Loki suddenly stepped to the side and you shivered when he revealed Odin walking forth to replace his place.
Stern and powerful and looks ready to kill.
“Y/n. Princess of Vanaheim, now a Princess of Asgard. You are to uphold all our traditions and rules while you are here. It is a great shame on your part you didn’t tell us earlier that you located the wolf”
“My Lord I-“
“Silence!” his hand shot up Palm facing you.
“What’s done is done but now we must continue the custom”
No no no what do you do!?
Even your mother in law didn’t look sympathetic in the least.
“So my people of Asgard..” he said loud enough for everyone to hear.
“Welcome your wolf queen”
And suddenly you felt the air around you rush against you and your feet were off the ground.
“Wha what!? W-What’s going on!?!?” You held Baldur tightly whilst frantically looking down but surely this was a dream because everyone was now cheering and laughing, your eyes met Lokis and he also had an amused smirk.
“WOLF QUEEN WOLF QUEEN WOLF QUEEN”
They chanted over and over as you continued being surfed around on what you now realized was a palaqin of sorts.
“You didn’t think we would hurt a helpless creature now did you my dear?” Freya beemed up at you.
“I-I” you were at a loss for words still being pushed up and down.
“Now then, to the celebrations!” Odin yelled and suddenly the palaqin was being moved forward.
Without thinking you called out to him
“Loki!” Your voice full of embarrassment and fright.
He only smirked at your distress and followed the palaqin.
Trust you my foot
Baldur seemed to be enjoying himself and stuck his tongue out happily.
Finally you felt yourself being lowered and you practically launched off, cheeks hot and breathe fast
How embarrassing!!
No what was truly embarrassing was how you tripped over the cloak and basically face planted into your husbands chest. His hands instantly steadied you.
You couldn’t quite find any words so you decided not to speak and just shakily pushed yourself away.
You were led to a throne at the head of an impossibly large wooden table.
They wanted you to sit there? Despite your slight annoyance at Loki for not preparing you, your eyes still sought out his for help. He gestured with a slight nod towards the seat.
Everyone was standing around waiting so you did the only thing you could do. You played along and sat down.
It was surreal that as soon as you did, everyone else followed.
“To the wolf Queen!” A million goblets raised, wine sloshing, trays of steaming foods you’d never seen before. Delicacies shoved onto your plate.
A dream, a really weird impossible crazy dream. One where you fell asleep a maid and woke up a queen.
You almost let out a very unlady like What the fuck.
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A/N *Peeks from behind bush in shame* sorry its been so long ya’ll, its been a rough few months:(
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sassypossumm · 2 days
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Daggers and Coffee
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You just wanted to be left alone to finish some work, when into you life walked a creep and two gorgeous Asgardians. Who'd have thought that your local coffee shop would just be having ALL of the drama today?
“Really, brother, I don’t see why you dragged me all the way to this dismal establishment.” Loki sniffed, folding his arms and throwing his brother a look of disdain. Thor merely chuckled and clapped Loki soundly on the back.
“You must learn to live for a different kind of adventure, Loki.” Thor clapped him on the back again, causing the slimmer man to stumble forward a step.
“None of our adventures ever included dreary coffee shops inhabited by a lower class of life form.” Loki hissed, brushing Thor’s hand off his shoulder and taking a step back. With another chuckle, Thor moved to stand at the back of the growing line to place his order. Clasping his hands behind his back, Loki moved to stand next to his brother, studying him out of the corner of his eye. “You have a motive for bringing me here, don’t you?” Thor’s eyes flickered to Loki before flitting back to the menu options. Loki narrowed his eyes. “Thor?” The taller man shifted nervously, clearly fighting the urge to meet his brothers heated stare.
“Sir, are you ready to order?” The bright voice of the barista at the register broke the tension of the moment, and Thor rushed towards the employee with a relieved smile.
“Ah, yes! What would you recommend,” Leaning forward he planted his hands on the counter and squinted to read her name tag. “Tessa?” The barista in question flushed at his attention.
“Well, sir,” Loki rolled his eyes and let his attention wander away from the barista that was now fawning over his brother. Turning his head, he regarded the patrons with an impassive expression. A pudgy balding businessman chewing some poor soul out on his phone, another man at a window table reading a book, and two other people sitting at the counter on the taller bar stools. Nothing of note caught his attention.
“Loki?” He turned his head to see a non-descript brown cup being shoved into his face. Loki looked from the cup to Thor’s expectant face.
“Thank you.” He said dryly, gingerly taking the beverage from his brother’s extended hand. Catching an unfamiliar pungent scent wafting from the partially opened lid, Loki eyed Thor suspiciously. “What is this?” Thor rolled his eyes.
“If I’d wanted to poison you, Loki, I would have chosen a more discreet method.”
“Could you have managed to think of something more discreet, brother?” Loki gave his brother a wry smirk. Thor chuckled again and shook his head.
“It’s simply a black coffee, Loki, nothing more.” With a shrug of his shoulders, Loki took a small sip of the ‘coffee’. Pungent, slightly bitter, stronger than some of the Midgardian beverages he’d sampled. He liked ‘coffee’, and he was just about to say as much to Thor when the movement at the counter caught his attention. The two people who had passed under his notice before were quickly becoming more interesting. “Are you ready to go, Loki?” Thor boomed into his attention. Loki held up a finger and motioned for Thor to be quiet.
“Just watch.” He said quietly, glancing over his shoulder at Thor. Turning back, he focused first on the woman, unassuming to his eye as Midgardian women went, busy typing away on her laptop minding her own business. It was the man’s action that really had caught his attention. He was steadily shifting and sliding so that his stool was slowly inching towards the unsuspecting woman. He had now positioned himself directly next to the woman.
“Hey.” The man tried. No response. Loki saw why, she had those little ear plugs in her ears he’d seen so many of the other Midgardian’s wearing. If he wasn’t mistaken, Thor called them ‘ear buds’. “Hello!” The man tapped her shoulder this time. She flinched. He pulled back slightly and chuckled as she pulled one of the buds from her ear.
“Can I help you?” She shifted away from the man’s hand that sat precariously near her arm.
“Hi.” The man leaned forward and gave her what Loki guessed he thought was an appealing smile.
“He knows nothing about wooing a woman.” Loki commented dryly taking another sip of the ‘coffee’.
“Can I help you.” She reiterated. The man ran a hand through his hair and, in a rather vulgar manner, let his gaze rake over her physique from head to toe, coming back to rest on her chest before letting his eyes meet her face again.
“My names Luke, and I’d like to buy you a cup of coffee.” The woman rolled her eyes.
“That’s very nice of you, Luke, but no thank you, and if you don’t mind, I’m kind of busy.” Motioning towards her laptop, she gave him a tight smile and moved to put the bud back in her ear. The man reached out and stopped her hand with his. Loki wrapped his fingers more tightly around the cup.
“Actually, honey, I do mind, I’ve given you my name now it’s your turn to give me yours.” The woman raised a brow at the way the man, ‘Luke’, had arrested her hand and had it pinned against the counter.
“I want you to release my hand, now, sir.” She said in a low voice, looking at ‘Luke’ with darkening eyes. Loki could sense Thor tensing behind him and reached out a hand to stop him from stepping in with his hero theatrics.
“Not here, brother.” He whispered. In truth he was intrigued to see how she planned to get out of this predicament. Would she call for help? Perhaps sense the presence of the ‘all powerful’ Thor and seek assistance?
“Now, honey-“
“My name isn’t ‘honey’, and I told you to get your hand off me.” She fairly hissed at the man. It didn’t take an observant eye to see the way ‘Luke’s’ fingers were biting into the skin of the woman’s hand.
“Loki, enough is enough.” Thor grumbled, moving to round his brother to confront the offender.
“Just another moment, Thor.” Loki had turned to stall his brother when a cry pierced the air. He whirled around just in time to see the woman calmly place the ‘bud’ back in her ear.
“You stabbed me!” ‘Luke’ shouted, clutching his hand.
“You can keep the pen.” The woman glanced at him blandly before turning back to her laptop. Loki chuckled. His eyes flickered to ‘Luke’, and he narrowed them when the worm took a step back into her space. Loki snapped his fingers, disappearing.
“You’re a-“
“That’s enough.” Loki reappeared in front of ‘Luke’ and grasped his shoulder. Leaning towards his ear he lowered his voice. “And I wouldn’t attempt to involve the authorities if I were you.” Pulling back, he brushed the mans shoulders off and gave his cheek a pat before Thor firmly grabbed the back of his jacket and steered him towards the doors. Turning, Loki looked down at the woman who was now staring at the pen.
“He forgot his pen.” She sighed, pushing the offending instrument away with a notebook. Loki bit back a chuckle and motioned towards the stool.
“Might I sit, warrior maiden?”
“Gopher it.” She shrugged and began reaching for her laptop, when she paused. “Did you seriously just call me ‘warrior maiden’?” Turning, she looked at Loki with a bemused expression. He smirked and folded his arms on the counter.
“Since I don’t yet know your name, it seems more fitting than what that worm attempted to call you.”
“Oh, that’s nothing, I’ve been called worse.” She chuckled, waiving off his comment.
“Midgardians.” He grumbled, reaching for his long-forgotten coffee. Taking a sip he hissed at the lukewarm liquid.
“Let me order you a new one.” She smiled, reaching for her purse.
“That’s not necessary.” He said, wincing internally at how sharp it had come out.
“I insist.” She narrowed her eyes at him and then paled a little at how harshly that had come out. “As a thank you.” Her features softened and she gave Loki a sheepish smile. “Don’t think I didn’t notice your whole knight of valor routine, you and your friend I mean.” She motioned towards Thor who had taken up residence on the other side of Loki at the counter. Loki glanced at his brother who was beaming at her. Catching his brother’s intense glare, Thor quickly became interested in an invisible bit of lint on his jacket. Pulling out her wallet and giving it a small shake, she gave him a playful grin.
“If you insist, a plain coffee for me, but nothing for my brother, he’s on caffeine restrictions.”
“You got it!” As she headed towards the register, Loki ignored Thor’s scowling face.
“Not a word, Thor.” He muttered, keeping his eyes glued to the back wall until she returned.
“Here you go, plain coffee.” Setting down the coffee, she also slipped Thor a bear claw. “Sugars not caffeine, right?” She gave him a wink and rounded back to her own stool.
“Thank you, lady,” Thor paused for her to fill in her name.
“Y/N.” She returned his smile with a genuine one of her own. Loki couldn’t help but feel a sting of some unnamable emotion.
“Lady Y/N.” Thor dipped his head before tucking into the bear claw, leaving the two acquaintances to their own devices.
“I am hailed as Loki, god of mischief, and the oaf stuffing his face is my brother, Thor.” Loki remarked dryly taking a sip of the fresh coffee. Y/N stifled a grin at the satisfied sound Loki made when the coffee hit his taste buds. Opening her mouth to respond, Y/N paused when her eyes flickered towards the clock on the back wall.
“And I am hailed as Y/N, fired from my job if I don’t get back to the office.” Rolling her eyes, Y/N gave Loki a warm smile as she quickly gathered her belongings. “It was nice of meet you, Thor.” Nodding at Thor, she turned towards Loki and her grin widened. He wasn’t even going to think about what that did to his insides. “And it was fascinating to meet you, Loki.” Slinging her bag over her shoulder she turned to go.
“Wait, Lady Y/N.” Loki turned around on the stool and beckoned her to come closer. Tugging on the bag again, she shuffled closer to him and glanced at the clock quickly before catching his eye. “What shall you do if another individual attempts to molest you?”
“Well, I’m fresh out of pens, so I guess I’ll scream bloody murder.” Y/N chuckled, shifting the bag again.
“I have a better idea.” Loki shot her a mischievous grin, and with a flash of green and ornate dagger appeared in his hand. Flipping the blade in his fingers, he held it with the handle facing her, and he didn’t fail to notice the flicker of excitement in her eyes.
“Oh, I couldn’t.” She murmured, all the while slowly reaching for the dagger. Loki chuckled and placed the handle firmly in her hand.
“Yes, you can, I insist. Consider it payment for the coffee.” Gripping the dagger, she turned the blade back and forth slowly to examine it before meeting his eye.
“I’ll take good care of it.” Blinking once, she swallowed.
“I’m counting on that.” He gave her a lopsided smile and nodded. Thor coughed and began reaching for Loki’s coffee. “Thor, don’t you dare.” He hissed, turning to smack Thor’s hand away.
“Thanks again, maybe I’ll catch you around!” He turned in time to see the door swing shut and sat in stunned silence as she made her way towards the subway.
“I’m counting on that.”
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malereaderwriter · 2 days
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Need help with something!
So as some people may know I've been really struggling with writers block to where I couldn't even write, I'm getting better and better and I was just able to write a fic again without it taking like 7 months but...
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mischiefmaker615 · 1 day
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Hard to Get
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Promp: He longed for her and was going to find her if it was the last thing he was going to do.
Requester: @catwoman8565
Rating: R *Warning dark*
Loki's POV
The pain in my fingertips remind me I need to ease up clutching Asgard’s balcony as I gaze down at the festivities. It is of nothing new, nor of real importance. It’s a celebration gathering that happens nearly every night after a successful kill or battle than most likely was easily accomplished but most people snag an easy excuse to drink. Not me, there were more important matters to focus on..
Finding her.
My eyes raise and fall closed slowly at the mere thought of her and I could almost smell her perfume. If she were kidnapped, it would have made it all the more easier to locate her and much fun bringing an end to those who thought they could take what is mine.. but she seemed to have fled on her over volition.
I know she is merely in denial of her own feelings towards me, most women tend to play hard to get, in Midgardian terms. I’m fully aware that she misses her home there, but what better place to live than the one you are suppose to be with?
PAST
“you cant just send spies! I can handle myself-‘’
‘’darling.’’ I cut her off, knowing she was going to bring up the fact that she used to be an Avenger- a name that leaves distaste in my mouth as I gaze down before her. Her shorter height was an advantage to take things in control when I speak but often it feels like I was speaking to a child as she looked up at me with stubborn eyes.
‘’you are new to this realm, you could get hurt or lost or worse.. they are there to protect you, given the same duties as they would protecting the royals.’’ I indicate myself as she looks away from me, clutching the balcony’s edge as I look at her while her back faces me. I would admit that my eyes took the chance to travel down but I focus my words on the conversation at hand as I clear my throat. ‘’I don’t like being under protection either, but I serve an important part to Asgard. Some things we just have to accept-‘’
She turned around as her fingers clutched her dress at her sides, not knowing fully what to do with her dainty hands as she took a deep breath to calm herself. Her attitude makes me stiffen as I stay quiet. For now.
‘’I’ve been on Asgard for a month! I have memorized the palace and know the borders of the city, the creatures that would hurt me and the curfew you apparently set up for me to be back in our room.’’ Sarcasm hinted in her voice as she stiffened as well, glancing behind me at the curtains that moved with the gentle breeze of this night in Asgard. ‘’I can take care of myself and the fact that you want me watched, back at a certain time and to report my actions of the day every day is highly unnecessary..’’
At this point I have already made my way over to her while she spoke, her words fading off as her hands grip the balcony edge behind her while I stop just before our shoes could touch. Why couldn’t she understand that I am only trying to protect her.. my hand raises slowly, caressing her cheek but to my dismay, she didn’t return my affections through her eyes.. as if I were touching stone.
‘’I’m doing this for your own good Y/N, you’ve put yourself through danger countless times on Midgard- and you’ve only been here a month, how can I believe you’ll be safer in a place you’ve been in a short amount of time compared to the dangerous place you call home?’’ my words seemed to sting, but it was true.. but her moving her head away from my hand made my body tense.
‘’then why don’t you return me home?’’ she snaps. ‘’if I’m safer in a place I’ve been in longer compared to here, then why did you bring me here if all you’re going to do is fuss over my safety all the time??”
My eyes sharpen at her tone. She could be so ungrateful at times.. but her fire is what I first noticed about her, and I felt myself growing hard even by her words towards me as I shift in place. Yet by my silence, she looks at me and understand,.. understands the fact I’ve been trying to avoid verbally for a long time.
‘’you’re not letting me go back.. are you?’’ she asks in disbelief, her voice just above a whisper as I take a deep breath as my hand raises to caress her cheek once more.
‘’this is your home now Y/N, where we can be together forever.. they won’t let me go back, it’s the only logical explanation as to bring you back here-‘’
‘’and those spies and strict regulations.. aren’t just to keep me safe but to prevent me from.. going home?’’ she whispered and I see her body beginning to tense, her finger tips gripping the edge as her back digs into it but I stand my ground as I cup her cheeks.
‘’for your safety-‘’
‘’its not just about that! I’m basically a prisoner here! you can’t just- force someone to stay, I made the choice to come here but with the option to go back and forth- my family! Friends-‘’she was raging now, I’m not exactly sure why but as she shoved my hands away from her, my jaw tightened.
‘’you were taken for granted, brushed aside, people didn’t see your true worth or appreciate you fully over there love. Here you are loved, appreciated, trusted-‘’
‘’trusted?’’ she scoffed and shoved me, though I take a step back I stare at her in honest disbelief. ‘’you claim to trust me but send spies day in and out? Trust comes with love!’’ she shouted and shoves past me as I turn to watch her walk back into the bedroom. Our bedroom.
My heart was beating fast, my muscles tense and a rage rang in my ears as I followed her, my cape giving a little bit of weight behind me as it flowed but I had no issue keeping up with her as she went through her wardrobe.
‘’what are you doing?’’ I ask, irritation failing to hide itself in my voice as I join her side. She doesn’t even give me the light of day as she pulls out her night cloak.
‘’I need some air.’’
‘’we have the balcony.’’
‘’I need some time alone.’’
My words fell silent. I would have suggested I could take some time in my study just a room away to let her have her time.. but I had a terrible feeling she would be gone longer than I would be comfortable with.. especially when I have another issue at hard as I feel strain in my pants and as I push down my irritation towards this whole conversation, she seems to be more and more beautiful by the minute as she bends down in front of me and change her shoes, her perfect ass that stayed hidden by her silky dress almost teasing me as she turns for better balance and her cleavage was next to be shown. I swallowed thickly, the tips of my fingers tingling before I couldn’t help myself-
It all happened so fast..
The struggle.. the way she bounced on the bed as I pushed her back.. the heat of her underneath me as I lay on top.. her silky skin brushing against mine everywhere it could as I hike up her dress.. my lips on her neck and jawline as her head shook from side to side, her soft hair brushing against my face and her perfume consuming my nostrils.. her words.. I couldn’t hear them.. not a single word.. not while she was so tight around me.. milking my cock as I plunge in and out of her.. she was so beautiful.. so beautiful.. all mine..
By the time I had woken up that morning, she was gone. Gone and without a word or sign of her whereabouts.. I had servants and soldiers searching every day, everywhere, I even had to reveal some of my secret exits out of Asgard just to be sure of her whereabouts.. but as each day passed, the answer was the same.
She was gone.
PRESENT
It was getting close to being an entire week without her and the more I thought, the more I panicked.
‘stay in control’ I told myself, although I knew there was gossip throughout the palace over the whole thing. I had to find her.. I needed too.. my whole world seemed to have shattered and there didn’t seem to be a single thing that mattered anymore except to find her.
I have thought about the fact that perhaps.. if not dead, she had ventured back to Midgard, but even Heimdal brought himself to tell me that he didn’t open the Bifrost within the past week and a half, and do to her disappearance and timing, I believed him.
My lust made me blind, which is why the last night we had together.. my body seemed to take over.. I needed more.. the very thought of her made me calm myself before I took a deep breath and left the balcony finally. Even after al this time, her clothes were just where they were left.. pieces scattered on the bed and floor but I dare not touch them. I would soon smell her wardrobe than cradle the last memories at where she lay last, although I still resume my place at night on the other side of the bed.
I made my way down the halls, my mind visiting the memories we shared from each place I passed. the garden.. the halls in which I loved to chase her.. the dining hall where I took her once when we actually had a meal to ourselves.. the library.. I smiled at the memory how I loved to try to make her squirm and moan in a place in which needed to remain quiet.
I’m hard again. By norms what does she do to me..
I finally reach the cell room, straightening my posture in which that alone had the guards bow and open the doors for me. My shoes echo in a mild pace as I keep my head high, my peripherals taking note of new prisoners and old, each either shying away or cussing in another language, but I ignore the scum. They brought it upon themselves to end up here, it was for the best..
My shoes stop at the last cell, very few guards scattered at each corner but each not daring to stop me. Royals had that privilege and although I’ve done particular things on Midgard that had me returned here permanently, my position in the palace did not change.
With the press of my hand, the shield door vanished enough for me to step inside before it fell back up. Perfume immediately filled my lungs as my body shuddered with pleasure while I stepped slowly to the prisoner who immediately stood to back themselves up to the wall.
‘’shy little thing, how long must it be before you are finally admitting that you love me still?’’ I cooed, hoping my voice would ease things a bit as I take up the remaining space between us to raise my hand and caress the soft cheek that remained like stone.
‘’oh my dearest Y/N.. I’ve searched for your old self every day out there.. but the parts that I did manage to receive still hate me right here..’’ I smile practically to myself as she gripped the sides of her dress, perhaps to prevent herself from striking me like she had once before and her mouth remained close. Perhaps she is finally realizing how her words of negativity won’t help her situation here..
‘’every place I visit, I am reminded of you.. the fond memories and how I long to have them physically put back in a person again.. you..’’ I reminisce as I cup both her cheeks now, feeling her shiver but I just tell myself perhaps she is cold; ill have to bring her more blankets..
‘’perhaps if you’re behavior continues to improve, we can see about having things back to the way they used to be..’’
Theres that look, the hope in her eyes I loved so much that shows me she’s almost ready to be good again.. I tilt her head down and bring my lips to kiss her forehead, my cock straining again as I bring her close into me, folding her as my arms fold around her. She hugs back but not nearly as tightly as she used to grip me.. I’ll have to bring a bit more food then to help regain her strength..
‘’you’re still not missing Midgard darling?’’ I ask, pulling away just enough to see her slowly shake her head, making me smile.
Progress..
‘’I’m glad love, Asgard has always been your home, with me..’’ I whisper, having turned our bodies around before I suddenly shove her away, earning a small gasp from her beautiful lips before she falls back onto the bed behind her, my knee already on the mattress as I begin to crawl towards her frame.
‘’and I will continue to make sure you don’t forget that..’’
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flightlessangelwings · 4 months
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Being inclusive with your reader insert fic is a kindness. It tells people of color (poc) that you are considering someone who does not look like you in your fic. It shows love and dedication to our craft. It tells poc that they belong here too and they can see themselves in your story.
Poc aren’t look for activism in fic, we know fandom isn’t that serious, but we should be able to have that same level of escapism when we turn to fic and fandom. We belong here too. This space is for everyone, not just one group of people.
Just to give a few examples of how simple it can be: say “skin warmed” instead of blushed, say “cradled your head” instead of running fingers through hair, say “angles yourself to kiss” instead of standing on tiptoes, use italics to indicate Spanish to take out a throwaway line of “you didn’t understand Spanish” things like that. Small changes that do not impact the fic at all but make a world of difference in inclusivity!
And for anything you can’t/don’t want to change, simply add warning in the beginning. Things like hair descriptors, anything reader might wear, some backstory for reader (especially involving family or where the story is set), readers job, things like that. A lot of times just having that heads up before the fic makes a world of difference!
And one example of kindness we as writers always worked to change: until recently (just a couple years ago) it wasn’t common to label the gender of the reader. But those who aren’t female asked writers to label it so they know which to read and which to avoid, and now it’s common to label the gender/pronouns of the reader. So it is possible! It just takes effort! And I’m a writer myself so I know it can be done!
We can pretend to be a bartender or a bounty hunter or an actress or anything else. But we shouldn’t have to imagine we’re a white one.
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“time-slipping”
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relationship: loki x fem!reader
summary: you were loki’s teenage love, but he lost you too soon. in his quest to save the sacred timeline, he time-slips to you, not knowing that you are the one thing that could help him.
warnings: none! :)
word count: 2.6k
notes: i guess i’m back in my loki era! this contains some spoilers for season two, so please read with caution if you have not seen it yet!
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The pain was like no other; time-slipping felt like Loki was being torn into a million pieces while being squished into a small box at the same time. Light flashed around him, making him feel dizzy whilst experiencing the excruciating pain. After the blinding few seconds that the phenomenon lasted, Loki finally landed in whatever spot the force thought he needed to be in next.
At first, he was confused. He was surrounded by trees and mountains—no where he had ever teleported to before. Once he got his bearings, he realized where he was.
Asgard.
It was strange. Each time Loki time-slipped, it was to a place that he had unfinished business in, whether it was the TVA in the past or the McDonald's in the way past that Sylvie worked in. He thought he had no unfinished business in Asgard.
He groaned. Unless it was to deal with his brother or his father.
As Loki began to curse whatever force was behind his teleportation for bringing him here to deal with his family drama, he heard a voice off in the distance. He paused, trying to determine where he knew this voice from. Then he heard it again and his heart skipped a beat.
"It can't be," he whispered under his breath, peeking around the tree that he spawned behind. But it was true. There, you sat, the first and greatest love he ever had.
You were on a stone bench in the middle of one of the many gardens of Asgard. Your hair was blowing in the soft summer breeze as you read aloud—your favorite way to read—a Midgardian book. Loki watched as you smiled or frowned with each line you read, taking in all of the features of your face that he missed so dearly.
You and Loki had met when you were teenagers. You lived in a cottage near the palace with your parents, both prominent jewelers in the realm. He came to their store one day with his brother to pick out a pair of earrings for the queen's birthday. You just happened to be sitting behind the counter talking with your mother when they arrived.
As soon as Loki laid eyes on you, he knew he wanted to marry you. You were the most beautiful girl he had ever seen. While Thor worked with your mother to find the gift for Frigga, he walked over to you and began a conversation.
Loki came to the shop almost every day for two weeks, asking about you every single time. You never really frequented the store, so most of the time, your parents would turn him away. After his thirteenth visit in fifteen days, your father had enough and finally took Loki back to your cottage, where you were baking, another favorite hobby of yours. Your father explained that this "obnoxious prince" had tormented the store for too long and just wanted the pain to be over, as Loki stood behind him with a sheepish grin. You laughed and invited Loki to sit with you.
The rest became history. You and Loki officially began dating after a few outings, mostly walks along the forest or snacking on fruit in the palace's courtyard. Loki was enamored with you, as you were enamored with him.
But the worst happened just seven months after your relationship began. Loki left the palace that morning with the intention of bringing you to the library within the palace, somewhere you had expressed interest in seeing but never had the chance to visit. He planned a whole day: explore the shelves, allow you to pick as many books as you wanted, then have dinner with him and his family so you could meet them properly.
As he approached your neighborhood, he noticed swarms of people standing outside the perimeters as guards blocked anyone from approaching. Curious, Loki walked up to one guard that he recognized and asked what had happened. The guard explained that last night, a group of bandits had broken into the home of a jeweler with the intent to steal some of the more precious jewelry that they kept there. The family woke up in the process and they slaughtered all three: a mother, a father, and a daughter.
The words struck Loki like a knife. His heart sank as he started to push past the guards, but they refused to budge.
"Your highness, we cannot let you through. They are removing the bodies."
"No! You must! That's my love!" he cried, still trying to push past. But it was no use. He peeked through the gaps between the guards to see if he could catch a glimpse of the scene. The only thing he was able to see was your hand, one that he recognized because of the gold ring you always wore. It was covered in blood.
Loki shook the flashbacks out of his head as he continued to watch you read on the bench. Quite honestly, he never got over that day. It sent him into a dark spiral, one that probably led him to making all the poor choices he did and landing in this godforsaken TVA in the first place. But then he wondered, why would the slipping bring him here?
He tried to move closer to you without being obvious, hoping that there was something in the surroundings that would explain his sudden landing here. As he tiptoed closer, however, he stepped on a branch, leading to a loud crack! Your head snapped up at the noise, and you made eye contact with him. Loki froze, unsure of what to do.
"Loki?" you asked. "Is that you?"
He hesitated before saying, "Uh—Yes. It's me."
You smiled softly. "What are you doing? Why are you hiding? Come here."
You shifted to the side as you closed your book and placed it on your lap. He took a breath before emerging from underneath the tree. He could see you clearly now, and your beautiful face made his heart began to race all over again
How could this be happening? he wondered. How could you be here?
"You look... different. What's with the outfit change? It's so strange," you said through a giggle.
Loki smiled at your laugh, something that he hadn't heard in so long but always brought him comfort. He cleared his throat and answered, "Um, I was trying something new. Do you not like it?"
You shrugged, "I wouldn't say it's my favorite look of yours, but I could get used to it. Come sit next to me. I missed you."
He took another deep breath before sitting beside you on the bench, moving so carefully in case you were to disappear at any sudden movement. You reached over and brushed a strand of his hair behind his ear, noticing a new scar on the side of his face.
"What happened, sweetheart?" you asked with a frown, tracing your finger over it. "How could this have happened since last night?"
"Uh, it didn't," he replied, panicking for a response.
You furrowed your brows. "Then how have I never noticed it before? And why do you look so... different?"
You leaned back and looked at him closely, noticing some key differences. He looked older than you were used to, so much taller and so much stronger. He looked exhausted and frustrated and anxious all at the same time. Something in you said that this was not the Loki you knew.
Loki sighed, deciding to come clean. He could tell you knew something was up. And of course you did; he was foolish to think that he could ever pull the wool over your eyes. You were never one to fall for his tricks.
"The truth is, I'm from the future. I'm stuck in this... bureaucracy that controls the timeline of the universe. Something happened and the timeline is falling apart, and I've been slipping in and out of different places in time as a consequence."
You looked shocked for a moment, then laughed. But when Loki's face didn't change, you stopped.
"You're serious?" you asked with a surprised expression.
"Unfortunately, I am," he replied, hanging his head. "For some reason, I spawned here. I have no idea why. You—You're dead. You died, darling. And I don't know if this is some sort of torture from the bastard at the end of time or if there is some other motive—but it's breaking my heart to see you."
You looked at Loki as he sat beside you, breathing heavily and shaking from the emotions coursing through him. His words sat in your thoughts—you die? Well, obviously, you die at some point, but you die young?
You had a million questions to ask him about this circumstance, but you knew that wasn't the reason he was here. You decided to focus on him instead.
"Loki," you began, placing your hand on his shoulder. He looked up at you with tears running down his face.
"Don't cry, my love. You were brought here for a reason, and I doubt it was torture. What are you trying to do with this timeline? Do you need to fix it?"
He nodded, "We have to stop it from branching or—or this dangerous man will escape and start a war."
"Right," you said with a nod, although the entire situation confused you. "So what is stopping you?"
Loki sighed and looked back down at his hands. "I—I keep doing this time-slipping, and I don't know why. I cannot figure out what I am supposed to do. I've been working at it for centuries at this point, and every time I get remotely close, something happens and it doesn't work. And there's one final option left—but I just can't bring myself to do it."
Your heart broke at his lament. You loved him so much, and you hated seeing him so beat down like this. Then, he froze before picking his head up and looking at you with that mischievous grin that you recognized.
"I know! I know why I was brought here! I'm meant to save you!" he claimed excitedly. "I-I can save you from your death, and that way none of this would have ever happened. I can correct the wrongs of the past and just be happy."
His smile dropped when he realized you didn't return his excitement. Instead, you placed your hand on his knee and gave him a sad smile.
"I don't think that's the solution, love."
"No! It is! It has to be! This is the only place that the time-slipping has taken me to that had nothing to do with the people I met at the TVA. Clearly, I'm meant to prevent your death so that we can live happily together and I never made the mistakes I did."
"Loki," you said with a sigh, taking both of his hands in yours. "You said you had a choice to make, that there was a final option. Why won't you do it?"
He looked at you right in your eyes, clearly confused as to why you wouldn't just accept the fact that he wanted to save you. "Um, well, it would mean I'd never get to see my friends again. Like, physically. I'd be able to see them but they'd never be able to see me. And ever since you have been gone, I have had the hardest time finding a group of people to accept me again. I am not willing to let that go quite yet."
"Love, have I ever told you the story about my old dog?" you asked.
Loki looked at you with a puzzled expression. "Uh, no, I don't think so."
"Well," you began with a smile. "Her name was Daisy. She was this gorgeous little retriever who could brighten anyone's day. I got her when I was just four years old, so we pretty much grew up together. She was my favorite thing in the whole wide world. Then, just a few years ago, Daisy started to slow down. She was tired all the time, and she wouldn't eat or play. So, we took her to the closest animal expert. He said that she was really sick. We had to make the decision to either try a medicine that might work but could leave her in pain for the rest of her life or let her go out on her own terms. Do you know what we did?"
He shook his head.
"My parents left the decision up to me because she was technically my dog. I decided to not try the medicine and let her die on her own. It was the hardest decision I ever had to make. I would have loved to have more years with my Daisy, but I knew that she would not be happy. In the end, I had to make the choice that I knew was right, even if it meant losing something I loved."
Loki looked at you with wide eyes, nearly on the verge of tears again. He leaned into your shoulder as you wrapped your arms around him. Somehow, you always knew just what to say to make him feel better.
"So, my love," you began again, holding him close to you. "Sometimes we have to make the hard choice. Sometimes you have to give up something you love. But in the end, it will be worth it."
You held him for a while, no words spoken between the two of you. You could tell that Loki needed this, he needed to just be around you for a little while longer.
Loki, now knowing what he had to do, just took in the moment for as long as he could. It had been years since he felt you. He memorized every curve of your body, every feeling he had touching you, the way you gently rubbed circles on his shoulder, the way you placed a soft kiss on his forehead every so often.
"Thank you," he finally muttered, sitting up and looking at your eyes again. "I just miss you so much."
"I know, sweetheart," you said. "But look at the life you have without me!"
Loki shook his head with a cynical laugh. "I tried to kill Thor, destroy Jotunheim, then take over Midgard until I was captured and forced into this bureaucracy. I have had no life without you, darling."
You looked at him in disbelief for a moment, trying to figure out what to say to all that. "Well, now you have the chance to make up for all that. Be a hero, my love. What's that thing you always say? Greater purpose?"
He laughed, "Glorious purpose, yes."
"Yeah, that! Do that, sweetheart. I'll love you forever, no matter what happens. You know that."
He nodded and stood up, finally feeling ready to take on his mission. As he rose, he noticed the world around you starting to turn into string. He could not bear seeing you disappear again like he saw all his friends. It would be too much, losing you twice. You looked around in confusion as well.
"What's going on?" you asked with a puzzled look.
"It's no matter. Just look at me," Loki replied. You turned to face him. He smiled, memorizing your face one last time.
"Thank you again, my darling. I love you more than you'll ever know."
You smiled at him one last time.
Somehow, Loki had figured out how to control his time-slipping. He felt it in his veins as he was able to spawn back in the TVA without any excruciating pain or blinding light. He looked around at all of his friends—all the people he met on this journey. He closed his eyes and pictured you, the beautiful you he saw sitting on the bench and reading your book. He took a deep breath, opened his eyes, and formulated his plan to save the world.
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celluifleur · 3 months
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fictional men: *murders millions and is a literal war criminal"
tumblr girls: "i can fix him<3"
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angelltheninth · 5 months
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Denial but with a muzzle on so he goes crazy because he wants to taste you, lick you, kiss you, suck everywhere he can. You can see he's losing his mind with the desire, drooling from it, cheeks flushed, hips bucking, cock pulsing and leaking because he's came so many times already but hasn't been able to get a single kiss yet.
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Kiba, InuYasha, Astarion, Zhongli, Itto, Wriotheslay, Blade, Dan Heng, Miguel, Loki + your faves
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deantavias · 1 year
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"it's unhealthy to read fanfiction"
well i'm doing my 20 minutes of daily reading so...
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catastrxblues · 10 months
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i love ao3 but tumblr fanfics just hit different 😩😩
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