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villainousshakespeare · 1 year

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Therapy Fit for a God Chapter 26

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

Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5, Chapter 6, Chapter 7, Chapter 8, Chapter 9, Chapter 10, Chapter 11, Chapter 12, Chapter 13, Chapter 14, Chapter 15, Chapter 16, Chapter 17, Chapter 18, Chapter 19, Chapter 20, Chapter 21, Chapter 22, Chapter 23, Chapter 24, Chapter 25

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

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

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"I could hold her, brother, if you are feeling tired."

Loki knew on a certain level that Thor's offer was kindly meant, but it still elicited a growl from him as he struggled to stay on his feet. This continued weakness was beginning to fray his nerves, to put it mildly.

"I am more than capable of carrying my mortal," he ground out, irritated by the light perspiration he could feel at the nape of his neck.

"Well, at least you know she can survive travel by tesseract," Thor said jovially. "After all, she has done it once before you know."

He did not know, which was part of the whole problem.

Once Caroline had made up her mind on speaking with Eir and his mother, it was as though she had become a force of nature. She had visibly stiffened her spine and charged into the room where Thor, Frigga, and a new mortal, this one sporting supremely asinine facial hair, were congregated. After Loki had suffered through the distinct offense of being engulfed by the absurdly barbered human in a totally unacceptable hug, he had had the amusement of watching the Crown Prince and Queen of Asgard being commanded by a tiny Midgardian woman who in the normal scheme of things should possess no authority whatsoever. To his unmitigated glee, they had quickly a quiesced to her demands that all four of them return to Asgard at once.

"What leaving so soon?" the Mortal who was introduced to him as Stark had asked. "Was it something I said? Stick around for a drink. Maybe some of that Asgardian brandy?"

"More like something I fear you might say," Caroline had sallied back. "Loki, I take it you still have the tesseract?"

"It is in my possession," Frigga told her with a smile.

"Perhaps we should just have Heimdall send the Bifrost," Loki had suggested slyly. "I think this place would be improved by a sky light."

"Never mind, get him out of here," Stark grimaced. "Doc, you sure about this? Asgard is a long way away, even for me."

"I assure you, I will make sure that she is well taken care of," Loki said, bristling at the implication in the other man's words.

"Easy there, Othello, no need to release the green-eyed monster on me. I'm a friend, remember?"

"I will be fine, Tony," Caroline covered for him before he could respond. "Take care of yourself."

Wanting to forestall any further conversation, Loki swept a startled Caroline into his arms, enjoying the feel of her cradled against his chest. His mother had produced the Tesseract, gathered them all to her, and moments later they were safely back on Asgard.

The fact that Caroline was now unconscious in his arms was not surprising, given that she was mortal, but the sight of her all but lifeless body still sent a tendril of anxiety through Loki. She had been so vital only moments before, and now her only movement was the rise and fall of her chest.

"She will surely wake quickly enough," Frigga assured him, as though sensing his unspoken fear. "It gets easier with each passage, and I was able to prepare for the trip while you two were speaking in the other room. I made sure to shield her from the worst of the effect by putting her to sleep before we left."

"Thank you," he said to her, wishing that he had thought to do so.

"I will go and locate Eir. Why don't you take her to your rooms, Loki," she suggested with a smile. "You can rest while she bathes and dons something a bit more suitable for the royal palace."

"I think she looks beautiful as she is," he replied, taking umbrage at his mother's slight to his love's appearance.

"She is lovely, Loki. But your Father will be irritated enough by the mere presence of a Midgardian on Asgard. The least we can do is see that he has no further cause for objection."

Loki nodded reluctantly. Odin's views on fraternization between Asgardians and humans was well documented. An occasional dalliance while visiting the wilds of Midgard might be excused, but a Prince bringing an Earth woman to court as his concubine was another matter entirely. The last thing he wanted to do was subject Caroline to one of his father's volcanic outbursts.

It was a short walk to his suite of rooms, yet Loki still felt winded by the time they arrived. It was clear from the slight staleness of air that it had been some time since he had been in residence. Still, it was a far sight nicer than the healers' recovery rooms had been. Gently depositing Caroline onto the bed, he opened the windows overlooking the gardens to let in the night air.

There was an easing of his soul being in these surroundings. At last, something was familiar to him again. The comforting sight of his books and instruments, the dark green and wood of the decor, and the knowledge that no one could pass beyond the threshold without his permission allowed him to relax for the first time since he had encountered Sif and Fandral. It was good to be home, in his own space.

The one thing in the room that was not as it had always been tossed gently on the bed, drawing Loki's attention. It was strange, he mused. He had no concrete memory of her, and yet Caroline occupying space in his most private sanctuary, in his very bed, felt right. He smiled as he watched her snuggle deeper into one of the copious number of pillows tossed about his bed. She did look lovely, even in her rumpled clothes and mussed hair.

With a wave of his hand, Loki disappeared most of his clothing, leaving only a pair of thin green shorts to cover his modesty. Carefully, so as not to disturb her, he climbed into the bed, molding his body to Caroline's under the covers. She gave a contented little sigh that constricted his chest in odd ways and pushed back against him. Despite his fatigue, Loki realized that he was once again fully aroused, a state her nearness seemed destined to thrust him into.

"We will figure this out, min kajesta," he murmured into her hair. "I promise you."

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She had been prepared this time for the jolt of the Tesseract, but it had not been enough to prevent her mind from shutting down. Blearily she wondered if she would ever get comfortable enough with the form of transportation that it did not leave her completely shut down as a result. At least this time there was minimal pain. Come to think of it, she did not remember having traveled at all. One minute Loki was holding her, and the next she was... where was she?

In bed, apparently. For one disorienting moment Caroline wondered if she had dreamed it all - everything from Tony and Thor's arrival to the horrible events at SHIELD. She was in bed, and a body that could only belong to Loki was tight against her, holding her safe. Had it all been a nightmare suffered after their night of passion?

No, she knew it was not so. To begin with, there were far too many pieces of clothing between them. She was still dressed in her oversized SHIELD cast offs, and Loki was wearing some sort of underwear. Caroline was torn between relief and regret at this. She could feel his arousal clearly against her; if he had been completely naked, she would have been hard pressed to keep herself from taking advantage.

Rolling over slowly, she took a moment to gaze at her prince's face. In sleep he looked younger, less guarded than usual. He had lost weight, that much was obvious. His razor sharp cheekbones stood out even more, sharp beneath his pale skin, and dark smudges circled under his eyes. He was still so beautiful it made her ache to look at him.

Unable to bear the closeness without kissing or pawing at him, Caroline slid from the bed and wandered about the room. It was huge, easily the size of her small apartment. A thick carpet cushioned her feet as she padded about, muffling any noise. Tall windows looked out over a world now shrouded in darkness. They were opened a bit, letting in a warm air that carried a faint perfume of flowers. A bit further down the wall were doors that would open out onto a balcony, but she was not ready yet to venture out.

The color scheme was a bit darker than his home in the woods, but she would have known instantly whose room she was in. Green, accents of gold, wood, and leather. An entire nook was dedicated to a curved wall of books, in the center of which was a decidedly comfortable looking lounge chair. A table held a number of glass tubes and bottles of various colors, paper, more books, and things she couldn't hope to give name to.

On a large chest of drawers to one side, she was touched to see a portrait of what could only be an adolescent Loki and Thor and their parents. Thor had a truculent look about him, as though only sheer force had compelled him to sit still for the painting. Loki, on the other hand, looked more still than any child she could imagine, face giving nothing away. Even then, she thought, even as a child he had hidden his thoughts and emotions behind an impenetrable mask. He had learned so early to guard himself, lest he be hurt by rejection or worse, indifference.

"The bed was much more comfortable with you in it," a sleep blurred voice started her from her rumination. "I don't suppose I could convince you to come back?"

"I would ask what time it is, but I doubt that has much meaning for me here," she said, instead of answering his question. "Was I out for a long time again?"

"Well, I don't know about again," he sighed, sitting up slightly and giving her a show of his thinner but still deliciously muscled chest. "I would say you slept for just under an hour or so. It is late on Asgard, but not prohibitively so."

"Asgard," she let the reality sink in for the first time. "I am on Asgard."

"You are," he smiled, standing with a stretch that showed just how well formed he was. "Welcome, my love, to my home."

There it was again. The wrongness of the situation. Her Loki, the one possessed of his memories better and worse, no longer claimed Asgard as his home. The time might come when he did again, she hoped that some reproachment with at least certain members of his family could be achieved given time, but he would not have so easily welcomed her there.

"Can we speak with Eir tonight, or must it wait until tomorrow?" she asked.

"Mother has gone to seek her out," he sighed, walking near to where she stood and making butterflies rise in her midsection. "We shall see if she is available. If anyone can convince her, believe me it is Frigga."

"Good."

"You look nervous, little one," he smiled, tugging on a lock of her hair. "Surely this is not the first time we have been alone together."

"No," she allowed, looking down as his eyes sought hers. That was no help at all, as it brought her eyes to the unmistakable tenting in his shorts that was impossible to miss.

"Your pulse is racing. Do I make you nervous?"

"Not usually," she blurted out.

"Really?" he sounded equal parts amused and surprised.

"Oh, you try to," she said, feeling her feet a little more under her. "In the beginning you did everything you could to make me uncomfortable."

"But you were proof against my efforts?" he lifted her hand and toyed with her fingers.

"Maybe not exactly," she admitted, "but I refused to let you distract me."

"Hmm. Yet distractions can be so much fun. For instance, we have some time now, while Eir is found. I know you are anxious to see her, but you must wait. Would not a distraction be helpful?"

"I can't," she insisted.

"Can't what?"

"Can't take advantage of you," she finished, wincing at how idiotic it sounded.

Loki seemed to agree with her, as after a stunned moment he laughed at the idea.

"In what way would you be taking advantage?" he asked.

"You don't remember anything."

"My brain does not, it is true. But other parts of me clearly have fond memories of you."

Her eyes darted to his midsection once more, where the tip of his cock was now sticking out just over the band of his shorts, pressed against his flat stomach.

"It's not just that," she said, struggling to form her thoughts when all of her brain function had gone decidedly south.

"What is it then?" he asked, putting one arm around her back and pulling her in.

"When we were together before, it was more than lust," she said at last, hoping she could make him understand.

"I see."

"In the beginning, when you first flirted with me and, well, propositioned me, that was all it was. For me at least. You are stupidly attractive Loki. I hope you know that. For you it might have been, oh, distraction."

She did not want to say too much. No need for him to know that he had been hours away from death when she came into his cell and his life.

"I doubt that was all," he murmured. "You are quite alluring yourself, darling."

"In any case, it would have been purely physical. A merging of bodies. Enjoyable, to say the least but not..." she trailed off.

"Not?"

"Not love," she said at last. "Not trust. Loki, you and I may not have known each other long, certainly not by your standards, but in that short time, we shared something profound. I trusted you with my life, and in return, you trusted me with your heart."

"That sounds unlikely," he said, uncomfortably.

"It was. I admit, I was a bit of a bully about it. Perhaps it was because we were alone, or because our lives had recently been in danger, but for whatever reason, you let me in. When we were together, it was more than just our bodies. You let me see your soul, and it was the most beautiful thing I have ever seen."

"Now I know you are lying," he said, turning away. "My soul is a tarnished bauble."

"No, it's not," she was angry now. "And this is just the point. We have been through this Loki! I will keep convincing you over and over if I have to that you are worthy of love. I am more than stubborn enough to do it. But I want you to love me too. Or at least to know why you want me. Anything else will feel empty by comparison."

Damn, but she deserved a medal! She was half ready to take it all back and throw herself on him when Loki released her and backed away.

"If it was as you say, you do indeed deserve more than I offered you just now. If you wish it, I can take you to your own set of rooms."

"Please don't!" she said, eyes welling up a bit as panic set in.

"My love?" he was confused now, understandable considering her complet turn around.

"I'm sorry," she took a deep breath, trying to steady her thoughts. "Loki, in the past few weeks I have been shot at, teleported across the world, witnessed real magic, gone into hiding, fallen in love with a GOD, experienced the most world shattering sex in my life, had the walls blown in around me while tied to a bed, been possessed by a sentient rock, shot the person I love, convinced myself I had killed them, learned the they were alive but had no memory of me, and been transported to an alien planet! I have gone well past the ends of my ability to cope. I am two seconds away from bursting into tears and hiding under your bed. The only thing that is holding me together is the fact that you are here, and alive, and maybe I can be of some help to you. Please, please Loki, don't send me away."

She was shaking now, from her head to her toes. The hold that she had kept on herself coming rapidly loose as she vented her anxieties.

"I am not sending you anywhere," Loki assured her, pulling her close and wrapping both arms around her in a fierce embrace. "I may not remember the connection you speak of, but that does not mean I do not feel it. My words before were mere bravado, love. The truth is, I feel more at ease with you here, in my rooms and in my arms, than I remember feeling ever. I know not how you reached me, but it is clear that my heart resides in yours. Stay with me, min kjaereste. I will not overstep again. I promise."

"I don't" she laughed unsteadily. "Loki, I got out of bed because it was the only way I could keep from mounting you while you slept."

His eyes turned dangerously dark at her words, and Caroline had to exert all of her willpower to calm herself down.

"In this case," Loki said, pushing her away once more, "we must retrieve my memories without delay."

"Agreed. For both our sanity's sake."

"I will draw you a bath in the adjoining room, and lay out some gowns for you to choose from. Mother thought it wise for us to clothe you as an Asgardian."

"Will Eir have issues with me being human?" she asked.

"Eir has issues with everyone," he shrugged. "It is rather -"

"Yes?" she prompted.

"Odin is not overly enthusiastic about humans on Asgard."

"Odin?"

"It is possible, likely even, that we will encounter him."

Caroline thought of all the stories Loki had told her of his adopted father. From his pitting his two sons against each other, to his obvious favoritism of Thor, not to mention his horrible secret of Loki's birth, she had quite a few things she would like to say to the AllFather of Asgard.

"Whatever I have told you, it must have been one of the more lurid stories," Loki laughed. "I have never seen someone look so fierce. You could be a Valkari, my love."

"Let's just say I have opinions on Odin's parenting," she ground out.

"As do I. Come, let us get you bathed."

The visual these words inspired washed all thought of Odin from her mind, and Caroline decided that perhaps a cold bath might be in order.

"Thank you, I could use that," she agreed.

"It is this way. And I will be just outside, if you need help washing your back. Or anyplace else."

With a smirk and her small whimper, Loki led her to a small door in one wall, feeling more like her love every minute.

#Loki #Loki fanfic #Loki/ofc #loki x ofc #Romance #Love #Therapy #Loki needs a hug #Odin's A+ parenting #angst #longing #soulmates #post avengers assemble #Thor #Frigga #OFC #Asgard #memory loss #tesseract

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tesseroki-infinoki-blog · 7 months

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Thor: Loki, give me the tesseract

Loki, tearing up: But that's my emotional support cube

Thor: Not anymore

#has this been done?#tesseroki #tesseract x loki #tesseroki quotes

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thorkissed · 1 year

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Thor(jealous) : are you in love with the Tesseract? that freaking cube? really?

Loki : why do you ask?

Thor : why do you draw 'T+L' in hearts everywhere?

Mjolnir : it stands for Thor and Loki, you idiot! He's been drawing it before the cube.

Thor :

Loki : what

Thor : *smiles* can you tattoo that on my chest, brother?

#thorki #loki #thor #brodinsons #thor x loki #tesseract #mjolnir

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softasawhisper · 2 years

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more of my Mr Tesseract AU

#lokius #mobius #loki laufeyson #mr tesseract #loki x mobius #loki series #loki 2021 #scary mind control villain mr tesseract who is the one to capture loki instead #somethingsoft

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loveisadagger-or-hammer · 1 year

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currently suffering from lokius brain rot:imagine that president Loki has his own Mobius, but one “day” that Mobius gets servilely injured while fighting with another variant. This causes Pres.Loki to panic and he uses the tesseract to heal him which kinda ends up going wrong because his body absorbs some of the power making him mr.tesseract. Obviously this makes Loki more attracted to him because that’s his “evil” and powerful boyfriend ruling by his side.

#sorry I had to rant #mr tesseract #president Loki #loki #marvel #tom hiddleston #tom hiddelston loki #owen wilson #loki x mobius #mobius x loki #mobius m mobius

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loki-is-my-kink-awakening · 2 years

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So, I wrote the most chaotic smut that I've ever written and it was a lot of fun.

Thank you @wolfpup026 for giving me the idea to write this.

When blue meets green

The way he looked at him made Loki shiver. It was like something was being unlocked. Before he even had time to think about it, Mobius twisted in his seat and pushed himself up onto his knees. His hands grab onto Loki's collar and pull him towards him.

The kiss was brutal, all teeth and tongue. Loki tried to take control but he couldn't, the chair made the angle all wrong. Mobius pulled him forcefully around it and their bodies collided.

Fuck, this is hot, Loki mused as Mobius walked him backwards towards the wall. Mobius slammed him against it and began to unzip his trousers.

Oh, hell no, he is not going to be the submissive one here. Using all his strength, he pushed down hard on Mobius' shoulders and forced him onto his knees.

"Right where you belong," Loki growls, but it dies in his throat and becomes a whimper as Mobius looks him dead in the eye and laps at the head of his cock with his tongue.

"Who says I want to be anywhere else?"

Read it all on Ao3

#president loki #mr tesseract #lokius #kind of #lokius fanfic #loki #mobius #loki laufeyson #mobius m mobius #cw: smut #cw: sex #wowki #time husbands #time frost #timehusbands #timefrost #loki x mobius #mobius x loki

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tears-and-smiles-ao3 · 2 years

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When blue meets green

Written for @wolfpup026 over on the All About Lokius discord server as part of the fic/art prompt swap.

"You're not him," President Loki remarked, looking up at the man who had appeared at the door of his trailer.

"No," the man who looked almost like Mobius said as he entered his home.

"Hmm," Loki grumbled. He did nothing as he watched Mobius tap his fingers against every surface, across all his election posters, as if checking for traps. Smart man.

He looked different than Loki last remembered him. His deep blue eyes gleaming brightly, like sapphires glowing in the dim light. Gone was the brown suit of old, replaced with a deep blue version. His hair was longer, almost shoulder length, and definitely hadn't been combed in some time.

His new look definitely clashed with Loki's green suit. Not that Mobius' outfits ever complimented his own.

"You know, I'm not going to entertain you." Loki grimaced, looking down at his nails in disgust.

"Oh, I know. I'm not here for that."

"And what are you here for, exactly?"

Mobius never replied. He continued to walk over to the room’s only chair and sat down. He sank into it like it was a throne. Well, it was Loki’s throne, temporarily, of course. He was getting out of this place, the Void, if it was the last thing he did.

He watched Mobius as his fingers lazily picked at loose threads on the chair’s arms. It had seen better days, but then, so had this Mobius.

"What happened to you?" Loki asked, still leaning against the wall like he didn't care.

"I could ask the same about you."

Loki scoffed, looking down at his clothes. They had seen better days but it was the best he had right now. "That's just rude."

"Yeah, I know."

Mobius wasn't even looking at him. Loki snarled. He didn't like this one bit.

He pushed himself away from the wall and circled the room. His footsteps echoing in the quiet space until he came to a stop behind the chair.

Leaning down, he inhaled deeply. Scents of petrichor filled his nose and he blanched.

"Why do you smell like that?"

"Like what?"

"Like a rainstorm."

"Well, it was raining outside."

"And yet, your clothes aren't wet."

The silence descended again. Loki leaned over Mobius, his fingers picking at a loose thread right beside the time agent’s head. Mobius leaned back, his eyes barely catching his own.

The kiss was brutal, all teeth and tongue. Loki tried to take control but he couldn't, the chair made the angle all wrong. Mobius pulled him forcefully around it and their bodies collided.

Fuck, this is hot, Loki mused as Mobius walked him backwards towards the wall. Mobius slammed him against it and began to unzip his trousers.

Oh, hell no, he is not going to be the submissive one here. Using all his strength, he pushed down hard on Mobius' shoulders and forced him onto his knees.

"Right where you belong," Loki growls, but it dies in his throat and becomes a whimper as Mobius looks him dead in the eye and laps at the head of his cock with his tongue.

"Who says I want to be anywhere else?"

Loki can't respond. Words leave him entirely as Mobius swallows down on his cock.

It feels like nothing on earth and Loki doesn't know what to do with this. This doesn't feel like he's in charge. This feels like Mobius has him where he wants him. Yet, he can't bring himself to do anything about it.

His hands are still on Mobius' shoulders, but he lets them wander till he's cradling the time agent's head.

Mobius swallows heavily around him, his throat tightening.

"Oh, fuck, Mobius."

He feels Mobius move, now bobbing his head back and forth, drawing his cock out and back into his mouth. The slide of his tongue against him feels divine.

Just when did Mobius learn to do this?

Despite being worshipped like the God he is, Loki wants more. He wants to touch Mobius all over. He needs to feel the steadying warmth of his skin against his own. He wants to hear Mobius moan in pleasure from being fucked hard.

They desperately need to take this to the bedroom, or what classes as the bedroom in this ramshackle trailer. He grips hard onto Mobius’ hair and pulls. The sly smile that spreads across the time agent’s lips will forever haunt Loki's dreams. He looks like sin.

"Take off your clothes," Loki grinds out. He walks away, tearing off his jacket and shirt, then throwing them to land at his feet. He didn't care how crumpled they got, he needed them both to be naked and on this pathetic looking mattress right now.

Mobius followed behind. He took his time, carefully removing each item and then setting it down on the chair. Loki growled. Why on earth was Mobius, of all people, being careful with his clothes? Hadn't he just witnessed Loki throwing his wherever?

His grumbling stopped as Mobius, finally naked, sank down onto his knees and crawled over and onto the mattress.

"Come and get me," the time agent teased, looking over his shoulder at him. Loki descended onto him, pushing his head down and pulling his hips up. He spreads apart Mobius’ cheeks and licks a stripe up and across his hole.

Mobius groaned. “More. Give me more.”

Oh, he was going to give him more. He let his tongue tease around his rim, circling slowly to deliberately torment the man beneath him. He wanted him writhing, begging for it. Yet, Mobius wasn’t playing fair. He was pushing himself back onto his tongue, trying to get more of it in him.

Loki growled and slapped his ass. “Stay still.”

“No.”

Mobius moved then, twisting round till he was lying on his back. He caught Loki’s eyes as he put two of his fingers in his mouth and ran his tongue all over them. Fuck, then he spread his legs wide.

“Just couldn’t wait for me to do it,” Loki chastised, but didn’t move to help. He leaned back on his hands, licking his lips and watching. “Go on, put on a show for me.”

Oh, and put on a show he did. Mobius groaned as he pushed his fingers deeper into his mouth. He pulled them out, letting the salvia glisten in the dim light for a second before his hand moved down his body. Loki watched, enraptured at the delight in front of him. Mobius’ wet fingers circled his hole for a moment, before he pushed in a finger. He moaned, letting his head fall back against the grey mattress.

Loki couldn’t stop himself. He moved forward and gripped tightly onto Mobius’ thighs, pushing them apart further.

“Why did you come here?” He asked as he leaned down and licked a stripe up his left thigh. Mobius didn’t answer, groaning louder rather than speaking words.

Mobius pushed in a second finger, and Loki couldn’t resist any longer. He leaned his head against Mobius’ thigh, just close enough that he could lick around those fingers with his tongue.

“Fuck,” Mobius moaned, his hips thrusting up at the additional sensation. Loki chuckled and let him move as he wanted as he continued to lick and nuzzle into him. He managed to slip his tongue inside as Mobius’ fingers continued to sink in deeper, and he tasted that electric charge again.

Pulling back, he looked at Mobius once more. The intense blue of his eyes. The smell that stayed with him despite having shed his clothes. “There’s something about you that I can’t put my finger on.”

“How about in? Come on, work your magic, coat your fingers in oil and put them in me.”

He was trying to distract him, Loki knew. He knew all the techniques, all the ways to fool someone. He wasn’t fooled, but he could find out the truth later, after this.

“Right.” A flick of his hand and a flash of green, and Loki’s fingers were slick. Mobius pulled his own out and let them lie by his side, clenching his hand tightly in anticipation.

The tips of Loki’s fingers swirled around Mobius’ entrance once again, circling until he saw the agent's hands relax, then he pushed in.

Mobius was pliant under his touch, at least for the moment. Loki wasn't fooled but he was eager to give this man everything.

One finger became two, carefully scissoring him open. Another flourish of magic and more oil coated his fingers, smoothing the way for him to finally thrust them in and out.

"Yes," Mobius groaned. His head rolled to the side and his legs moved to grip around nothing. Loki pushed him back down with his free hand, rubbing soothing circles with his thumb.

He didn't stop fucking Mobius with his fingers until he was satisfied. Just as he went to coat his cock in leftover oil, Mobius moved.

"You didn't think I was just going to lie here and let you fuck me."

"You know I am going to, that's the point in this."

"Not without a fight. Come and get me."

Loki smirked. Oh, Mr Goody-Two-Shoes wanted it rough, did he? Well, Loki was always happy to play this game. He pounced, diving to where Mobius was but he moved, squirming out of his reach. Loki grabbed his right leg and pulled, but Mobius yanked free and scurried to the other side of the bed.

The air crackled with static and Loki glared at Mobius like he was a wild animal. He licked his lips as he leant on his hands and knees, waiting.

Mobius was kneeling on the other side of the bed. If he didn't want this, he could have left. Loki wouldn't have stopped him. It was the sparkling in his blue eyes that told Loki he very much wanted to be caught.

Just what had happened to this man? He wasn't behaving like he normally did. Gone were his mild manners and his love of following rules. The variant wanted to play.

Suddenly, Mobius moved, diving for the next corner, and Loki pounced, landing on top of him. The agent landed firmly on his stomach, his limbs and torso wriggling as Loki used his weight to bear down and hold him still.

Loki nipped at his neck, scraping his teeth against the sensitive skin there before whispering in the time agent's ear.

"I'm going to hold you down and fuck you."

"Fuck, yes," came the almost breathless reply.

Loki took his time, moving Mobius' arms one at a time up behind his back and gripping on tight with one hand. He pushed his weight down hard, using his legs to push apart the time agent's legs and creating enough room for his body.

Mobius continued to struggle, but he wasn't putting up a proper fight. It was only when he felt Loki’s cock brush against his hole that he stopped moving.

"I want it. Give it to me."

The trickster grinned. He pushed in and felt next to no resistance. Mobius had let go of any pretence that he didn't want this now, and Loki let himself fall flat against his back as he pushed in deeper.

He felt Mobius pull his hands out from between them, then his right hand reached up and grabbed on tight to the trickster’s hair.

"Fuck," Loki growled. He was almost seated within the warm body beneath him. "What was that for?"

"Just fuck me already."

Oh, Loki hadn't intended to do anything else. He snapped his hips forward, groaning as he pushed himself in, his hips flush against Mobius' thighs. Beneath him, the agent let out a soft whimper, so he did it again, snapping his hips back and forward quickly.

"Yes, harder," Mobius moaned, tugging at Loki's hair like he was some kind of horse. The trickster growled, using his hand to detangle Mobius' fingers from his long black curls.

He slowed his thrusting as he pushed both of Mobius' hands up onto the space above their heads. Then, with only one hand holding them down, and the other gripping on tightly to his shoulder, he began to thrust.

Deep strokes became shorter and sharper, harder, as Loki gave his all to Mobius. He watched the agent pant beneath him, his lips bitten red, and reached down to kiss him. Mobius responded immediately, opening up for him, letting his tongue slide inside. He groaned as Mobius sucked down hard.

Pulling back, their half-liden eyes met and Loki felt his heart pounding in his chest.

"How long have you wanted this?" He panted out, still thrusting deep inside him. Mobius grinned back.

"Who said this is what I came for?"

Loki chuckled, letting go of Mobius' arms. "Show me what you came here for, then."

He pulls out and flops down beside Mobius, lying on his back. The agent growled, turning round to look at him with narrowed eyes.

"Brat," He spat out and then straddled the trickster’s hips, before sinking himself down again on Loki's cock. "Can't just get fucked, there's gotta be a reason."

Loki ignores his grumbles and instead grips tight onto Mobius' hips with his hands. His fingers push in, probably leaving bruises. Good, something to remember him by.

Mobius is riding him fast, his cock slapping against both their stomachs as he picks up speed.

The air feels electric. If he squints, it's almost as if Mobius' hair is standing up. He feels something trickling through him from each point of contact, through his cock and Mobius' hands on his chest.

It's when Mobius leans forward and just kisses him that Loki jolts as a current passes through him. His toes curl up and his legs pull back and suddenly he's thrusting up into Mobius.

They break their kissing, too busy trying to breathe as they reach their climax.

"I want you to come," Loki breathes into Mobius' ear. "Let me touch you.

With that, Mobius grips on tight and flips them over, so Loki is on top again. "Have at me," he smirks.

Loki pushes himself up, but Mobius has him trapped between his legs, ankles knotted at his back. He gets enough room to snake a hand around the agent's leaking cock and then he's thrusting in time with his strokes.

Mobius throws his head back once again and looks beautiful, breathing heavily through his mouth with his eyes screwed tightly closed.

"I'm coming, I'm coming," He grinds out just as his cock pulses and ropes of white cum spurt up his chest. He clutches tightly around Loki, every muscle clenching as he works his way through his orgasm. The trickster manages to keep fucking him, holding off enough until he's looking up at him with big wide eyes.

"Come inside me," Mobius starts chanting softly, pulling Loki down for a kiss. "Inside, I need it."

When he comes, it's like lightning streaking across the sky. He feels his cock pulse as he thrusts one last time, burying himself deep within as he releases his spend.

He's exhausted, but he manages to keep himself upright. His breathing is still harsh, inhaling sharply and panting in Mobius' ear. The time agent is probably disgusted with him, but when he looks all he sees is a soft smile.

Mobius reaches over and pulls him close for a kiss. He’s still panting, and the kiss doesn't last long, but then it's enough to make him return the time agent’s smile.

Eventually, Loki pulls out and lies down beside Mobius, who turns around to face him.

"I need you to come with me."

"What? I know this isn't the ritz but, come on, you want to take me away? You already pruned me."

"I don't want to prune you again. Just, come back with me. I have somewhere for you to rule."

That got Loki's attention. "Where?"

"You'll find out."

"Is that why we fucked?"

"Oh, no. We fucked because we both wanted to, but I came here for you. I need your help with a Kang variant."

"Hmm. I'll need to consider it."

"Yeah, you do that." Mobius got up, grabbing his clothes and pulling them on. "I won't be waiting long."

Loki watched him walk to the door, then he turned around.

"Oh, I also have the Tesseract."

That's all it took for Loki to jump up, grab his clothes and run after him.

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Under his influence (Post Avengers! Loki x female reader) (Series)

Summary : The year is 2012, Loki picks up the tesseract in an attempt to escape from the clutches of Avengers and his brother Thor only to end up in a tiny studio appartment in Minesotta, the occupant being none other than you. You reluctantly agree to hide and help the crazy god of mischief and terrorism wondering why you were even thinking about helping a fugitive?

Warning: 18+ This series will contain smut in the later chapters, Soft loki alert, Read the warning in every chapter

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Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6

Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9

Chapter 10, Chapter 11 Chapter 12

Chapter 13 Chapter 14 Chapter 15

Chapter 16 Chapter 17 Chapter 18

Chapter 19 Chapter 20 Chapter 21

Chapter 22 Chapter 23 Chapter 24

Chapter 25 Chapter 26 Chapter 27

Chapter 28 Chapter 29 Chapter 30

Chapter 31 Chapter 32 Chapter 33

Chapter 34 Chapter 35 Chapter 36

Chapter 37

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tangle me in all your broken pieces (and watch me stay) | ch 1

Loki x Reader

Summary: An Asgardian god has just threatened your planet and you were called in to provide a little help. What you didn't expect was to develop a strange soft spot for said god, who hid more pain behind his cold facade than you thought possible.

A/N: Yes, this is chapter one. Yes, there are going to be more chapters. But one important thing to keep in mind with this particular series, is that the updates will not have a fixed schedule. This is a story I will update whenever I have time to write in between my other projects. Anyhow, I do hope you enjoy this random idea I had. <3

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Fury came looking for you as a fail-safe. That was the simple way of putting it.

One of S.H.I.E.L.D's facilities had recently been attacked by someone who came from outside of your world; he'd taken what Fury called the Tesseract, twisted the minds of Agent Barton and Doctor Selvig, and worst of all, threatened to take over Earth. So when Fury came knocking on your door, on a rainy Saturday, you didn't have many options other than agreeing.

Rain pattered on the windows of your small apartment, the weather was rather cold today. You picked up two mugs from the cabinet, placed a bag of tea on each, and added hot water.

"I need you with me," Fury told you, taking the mug you handed to him.

You sighed, taking a seat on the armchair of your living room, "you're putting together a group of heroes. I'm not a fighter, uncle Fury, you know that."

"And I'm not asking you to be," he shook his head softly, leaning forward to place his mug on the coffee table after he took a sip, "if anything, I'll make sure to keep you away from any fights." He looked at you for a beat, and then; "but Loki has messed with the mind of one of my best agents, I cannot take that risk again, and you're the only one who can make sure it doesn't happen. Or fix it, if it does."

With that, you couldn't argue.

Your powers were something you had never asked for, never wanted, they simply happened. Your fourteen-year-old self woke up one day being able to pry into people's minds at will. You could feel their feelings if you wanted to, search recent memories if you focused long enough, and occasionally, do or fix much heavier damage. The full extent of what you could do was still somewhat of a mystery, now and then you caught yourself doing or feeling something new; just like that day when a stray cat had scared the shit out of you and you ended up exploding the can of soda on your hand.

After that incident a couple of years back, you had agreed to let S.H.I.E.L.D. study you just long enough to find out you had something along the lines of psychokinetic and telepathic abilities. Fury then had also told you that your big heart had given you empathic abilities as well; it was intended as a lighthearted joke, but you weren't so sure it was a joke anymore.

Because right now, you could feel hints of Fury's desperation just by looking at him. You nodded, "Yeah, alright. Give me a few minutes to pack."

─── ·❆· ───

S.H.I.E.L.D's Helicarrier was impressive, to say the least. It was an enormous aircraft that could literally disappear in a matter of seconds. Your nerves were still high even though you'd been aboard for a few days.

The main control room was the heart of the hive, so to speak. The place where most agents walked back and forth between the rows of computers, all overlooking the massive glass windows at the front of the aircraft. You stood just behind Fury's main control panels, leaning back on the big glass table. "Will Tony be coming too?" Your eyes roamed over the hustle and bustle of agents around you.

"He will," Fury didn't take his eyes off of the screens as he spoke, "was supposed to arrive with agent Romanoff, but we all know he likes his entrances."

A fond chuckle escaped you. Tony was a friend, you'd met him a few times because of Fury, he'd been a great help in figuring out your… condition, and you kept close contact with him ever since.

Out of the big windows in front of you, you watched as the ocean slowly drifted from view the higher you went into the sky. You could feel the familiar tingle in your stomach as you gained altitude fast. Maria Hill approached Fury not long after, informing him you were high enough to disappear, and so you did.

The sound of footsteps caught your attention and you turned around to see Natasha, Steve, and Doctor Banner walking in. A small frown appeared on your features when Steve handed ten dollars to Fury, but you didn't comment on it.

"Doctor Banner," Fury walked up and extended his hand for Bruce to shake, "thank you for coming."

The scientist looked around with the eyes of someone who hadn't known real peace in a while. You could feel a heavy wave of apprehension and uncertainty coming from him. "Thanks for asking nicely," he answered.

As they spoke, you walked over to Natasha, a small smile coming to your lips, "hey Nat."

Her green eyes lit up as soon as they caught sight of you, she was already opening her arms to pull you into a hug. "Hey, how have you been?"

You hugged her back just as tight, swinging gently from one side to the other. "Alright, you?"

"Well enough," she pulled away with a smirk already on her features and bumped your shoulder with her fist. "It's nice to have you around for a change, even if it's because the world is at risk."

You raised your hands in a half-hearted gesture of surrender while biting back a chuckle, "Point taken, I promise to visit more."

Fury called for your name and you turned to him, "I don't think you've been properly introduced to Doctor Banner." He gestured to his side and you reached out to shake Bruce's hand with a polite smile. "Banner, this is my niece."

Still holding onto your hand, he raised his eyebrows in a mix of excitement and surprise. "The telepath?" He looked from you to Fury.

You pursed your lips, suddenly feeling a little self-conscious. "That's me." You wondered if the people here saw you as one of the heroes too, which of course, you were not.

"I've read your file, the range of your abilities is remarkable."

Fury placed a hand on your shoulder to catch your attention. "Why don't you show Doctor Banner the lab he'll be working on? You can entertain his curiosity then."

"Of course," you buried your hands in your pockets as you tilted your head towards the door, "follow me, Doc."

The laboratory was like a playground for scientists. Filled with all the kinds of machines and computers one could hope for, surrounded by bright white walls and even brighter artificial lights that made your eyes hurt.

As the night stretched on you ended up hanging back with Bruce in his lab. His interest in your abilities didn't die down, but you found that speaking with him about it turned out to be quite easy. He was very smart, there was no doubt about that, having extensive knowledge in areas you didn't even know existed. But he was also kind.

It didn't take long for Fury to come to inform you that they had gotten a hit on Loki's location, Germany. You shared a look with Bruce then, knowing that all there was to do now, was wait.

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"So you can just tell what everyone is feeling all the time, and manipulate those very feelings if you want?" Bruce leaned back on one of the workstations, a look of pure bewilderment in his eyes.

You chuckled, pushing yourself up and sitting on top of one of the desks. "Well, kind of. I can feel emotions if I want to, yes. Memories even, if I can focus on the person long enough. But the manipulating part is trickier," you tried to explain to the best of your abilities, fumbling with the sleeves of your black cardigan. "I can't… take away people's emotions, feelings, but I can ease them. Dull anger, or sadness, for example. But Fury believes that if there's something else intruding on someone's mind, I'd be able to counter it. That's why I'm here."

"That's fascinating," Bruce scratched his chin in thought, "it's almost like a mix of telepathy and empathy."

You hummed, "That's been my experience, yeah."

"What about the…" Bruce gestured around, and somehow you knew exactly what he was talking about.

A smirk came to your lips. You lifted your hand, and tiny white sparks danced between your fingertips, they were barely there, looking almost like a trick of the light. Suddenly the glasses that had been resting on top of Bruce's head flew to your grasp.

A genuine laugh escaped him while he muttered; "remarkable". You couldn't help but join him as you handed him back his glasses. It felt… nice, to have someone genuinely, innocently appreciating what you could do.

Suddenly, the sight of several guards walking past the laboratory's windows caught both of your attention. In the middle of them walked a man with slick black hair, wearing some sort of armor in black, green, and golden, and a devilish smirk on his lips as he looked at you.

Your gaze locked with his for a mere second, and a gasp fell past your lips as you took half a step back. Your heart was in your throat, because even through the glass windows, you could feel an immense pain squeezing your chest and suffocating your lungs. There was raw anger there too, desperation, loss. But the pain overpowered them all. And they came from him. Loki.

You gulped, forcing your gaze away so you had a chance to breathe. "They caught him," you mumbled, still feeling lightheaded from the punch he'd just dealt to your soul.

"Yeah, they did." Bruce's voice sounded far away still.

─── ·❆· ───

Loki wasn't the only new arrival, his brother Thor was also here.

You decided to hang back while everyone discussed how to proceed, leaning against the wall of the main control room as they sat around the glass table. From the camera images displayed on the screens, you could see Loki speaking with Fury, from inside the glass cage that wasn't quite built for him; he spoke with a tone of superiority that sounded like a defense.

Thor explained something about Loki having an alien army he would bring to Earth, and that he was trying to build another portal with the help of Doctor Selvig. You heard bits and pieces, after all, you weren't here to strategize attacks. Instead, your mind drifted to what you'd felt when you briefly locked gazes with Loki. His mind seemed… messy; as if he wasn't quite the only one there.

"I don't think we should be focusing on Loki." You heard Banner say. "That guy's brain is a bag full of cats. You could smell crazy on him."

"Have care how you speak." Thor spoke up, "Loki is beyond reason, but he is of Asgard. And he is my brother."

"You mean he's never been like this before?" You finally spoke up, pushing yourself away from the wall and taking a few steps towards Thor. Your voice drew the eyes of everyone in the room for an instant. "That he's not himself?"

"Yes, Loki has always been one for mischief but never like this. My brother is not evil." The god explained.

"He killed eighty people in two days," Natasha added, raising an eyebrow at Thor.

"He's… adopted."

"I think you might be right, about him being beyond reason," you walked up to stay beside Thor, "when they brought him in I could briefly connect with his mind and… I don't know, it wasn't right."

"You mean to say he's been enchanted?" Thor looked down at you, sparks of hope dancing around him.

You could feel everyone's unwavering gaze on you as well. Your eyebrows scrunched in thought and you fumbled with your sleeves to ease the nervousness. "Kind of, yes. I felt as if he wasn't the only one in his own mind, there was something else there, twisting his thoughts and drive." You glanced up at Thor and then at your teammates around the table, "I may be able to fix it."

A rather loud call of your name captured your attention then. You turned around to see Tony Stark walking in, along with Phil Coulson.

"You always did have a heart of gold, picking up strays and insisting on fixing broken things," the billionaire said with a smile, walking up to you in that smug way only he could pull off, as he already opened his arms.

You mimicked his smile, naturally falling into his hug.

"How have you been, kid?" Tony asked while rubbing your back. He pulled away and kept a hand on your shoulder.

"Pretty good, considering an Asgardian god decided to invade my planet." You smirked back at him, stuffing your hands in your pockets.

"And now you're playing the I can fix him card, is that what I'm gathering here?" Tony pointed a finger at you, comically narrowing his eyes.

You sighed, averting his gaze, "I'm serious, Tony. If there's something invading his mind, don't you think I'd be able to counter it? That's- that's the whole reason why I'm even here."

"I think," Tony began, "you'd be able to do that, and much more. If you actually trained your abilities like I suggested-"

A groan escaped you.

"But you haven't done that, so it's a shot in the dark." He shrugged.

"If there is a chance to help my brother, I would take it," Thor spoke up, looking around to gauge everyone's reactions.

"And what if there isn't?" Steve asked, gesturing with his hands, "You said it yourself, you can't be sure. Is this a risk we're willing to take?"

"We won't be taking risks," you were quick to reassure him, taking a step forward so you were able to lean your hands on the glass table. "All I want is a chance to speak with him, nothing more for now."

"Absolutely not." Fury walked in, his steps large and meaningful as he walked up to stand before you. "You are not getting anywhere near that lunatic."

"I can accompany her to assure her safety," Thor offered.

"Thank you, Thor, but I need to go alone." You said, then turned to look up at Fury. "You called me here to help. Let me help."

Fury tilted his head, an annoyed frown coming to his lips. You knew you'd won.

"He's in pain. So much that I could feel it through the glass windows of the lab, uncle. He's not alone in his own mind. I just wanna talk to him." You pleaded. Why you suddenly cared so much about the very person who was threatening your home, you didn't know. Maybe you did have a heart that was too big for your own good.

Fury stole a single glance towards Stark, and after the latter nodded, he turned back to you. "Five minutes," he leaned just a tad closer, looking you straight in the eyes, "nothing more."

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You closed your eyes, took in a deep breath, held it in your lungs, and then exhaled. You stared at the door that led to Loki's cell, giving yourself yet another pep talk. And then you pushed it open.

The round, glass cage was somewhat intimidating to look at. Built to contain and to kill, if needed. The artificial lights inside were bright, a contrast to the metal walls of the outside. There was a single bench in the back of the cage, but other than that, it was bare.

Loki had his back turned to you as he paced from one side to the other, hands clasped behind his back, as if waiting for something. His black and green attire stood out under the blinding lights.

Your steps were slow and quiet, you couldn't deny the racing of your heart, punching against your ribs in fear and anticipation—yet you kept an emotionless facade.

You could tell the exact moment that Loki felt your presence. He stopped pacing, waiting for a beat until, ever so slowly, he turned around to face you. His eyes were ice cold, a pale blue that made you shiver; his smirk was nothing short of devilish, worthy of a person who knew held all the cards in his hands. Loki looked at you up and down, and took a few steps forward so he stood right against the glass, as close as he could be to you. His gaze never once wavered.

"And who would you be?"

Silent. You kept silent for several moments. The nails you previously had piercing the skin of your palm in nervousness loosened their grip, a soft breath went past your lips, and your shoulders relaxed.

No, there was no reason for you to be afraid of him. Well, that would be an understatement. After all, you could easily sense the raw power and magic flowing through his veins. But that didn't instill fear in you, and neither did his empty threats. Because right now, as you finally looked him straight in the eyes, you easily slipped into his mind, his subconscious, his memories, and feelings.

More than anything, he was hurt; had been bleeding for long. But you were glad to confirm your suspicions, he was not alone in his mind; there was a plague in him, twisting and piercing into old wounds, worsening what was already there; it drove his anger and instilled fear and desperation in him for what would happen if he failed.

Looking into his eyes, you didn't feel fear. You felt sympathy.

At last, when Loki had started to look at you with a deep frown, you told him your name.

"Agent Barton hasn't told me about you." Loki's eyes roamed your features, undoubtedly determining if you were harmless or not.

"I'm afraid we aren't that close," you told him simply, keeping your voice gentle.

A low chuckle escaped Loki's lips then, "Did you come here simply by imprudent curiosity then?" He raised his chin higher. "Have you any idea who stands before you?"

You pursed your lips and took a step closer to him. His words sounded a little muffled to your ears as you struggled to focus. There was a faint burning sensation behind your eyes, a pressure in your head that spread to your entire body until it reached your fingertips. It was both familiar and unfamiliar. You'd never used your powers to this extent.

Loki had a strong mind, there was no doubt about that. Yet briefly, you could catch glimpses, a blurred array of memories even Loki tried to push away. You watched his fall from Asgard. His descent to what he thought, hoped would be the end. Until he was found. And then there were screams of pain and cries for help that nobody answered until he was forced to give up. Nothing was clear, everything twisted and scrambled, but enough to snatch your breath away and hold your heart in a vice grip.

He felt it, you know he did. The gentle whispers of you in his mind. You could tell the exact moment. All emotion and color drained from Loki's face, he took several steps back and away from you. For the first time, he wore an expression other than smug and confident. His bright eyes were wide and glimmering under the artificial lights, lips hovering open and quivering. It was a blink, a fraction of a second and then he was back in control.

"How dare you?!" He all but growled, fists closed tightly on either side of his body as erratic breaths went past his lips and nostrils. "Who do you think you are to try and pry into my mind?"

You felt as if there were cotton balls in your throat as you gulped, your vision went a little blurry. You shouldn't be feeling this way for someone who had literally threatened your home, but all you could hear right now was that same voice of his, begging for mercy.

Without a physical connection, Loki was able to keep you out of his mind pretty easily.

You sighed heavily, closing your eyes for a beat to recompose. You looked up at him then, unable to help the softness of your features. "What happened to you?"

Loki hesitated, even though he tried to hide it. He blinked, stumbling over his words; "I think you should be more worried about what I will do to you and everyone you've ever loved, you insolent, pathetic mortal."

His threats were emptier than you thought they would be. He felt exposed and was desperately trying to defend himself.

You shifted your gaze to the cameras around the room, biting into your cheek while you considered just how stupid and reckless it was what you were about to do. With your mind, you turned the lock on the door you'd just come from. In one swift stride forward, you were able to flatten your palm against the glass walls that held Loki; and with just a bit of struggle, you had him pushed and pinned against the bench on the far side of the cage.

"What do you think you're doing?" Loki snapped, he fought against the invisible force holding him, trying to get up and lift his hands, but to no avail. "Release me this instant."

"Sorry," you walked backward, keeping your eyes on him until you reached the control panel and pushed the button that opened the glass cage, "can't do that."

"If you think for one minute that your sorry excuse of magic can hold me down-"

"I know I can't." You told him as you carefully walked inside with him. He was strong, much stronger than you, and sooner or later he'd overpower you. "Not for long at least." You stood in front of him, looking down at his enraged form sitting down on the bench. "But maybe just long enough."

Right now, as Loki looked up at you with nothing but anger in his cold eyes, his lips in a thin line, and his eyebrows pulled together; you could say you felt a little scared.

Slowly, you raised both hands. Your fingers shook as you halted your movements just short of touching him. "I promise I just want to help you," you told him quietly, your eyes never leaving his.

"I will make you regret ever walking into this room," Loki spoke through gritted teeth, the muscles on his neck straining as he tried to break free.

"Maybe," you breathed, struggling to keep him in place, before unceremoniously cupping both his cheeks with your hands.

Loki opened his lips to, most likely, throw another insult at you, yet his words died in his mouth.

With your skin touching his, your soul entangling with his, you were finally able to enter his mind freely. You closed your eyes and made quick work of dissipating the plague infesting his brain, severing the connection he had with the creature that had tortured him, and freeing his subconscious from its influence and enchantment. It was harder than you wished and easier than you expected, pulling at the strings of your heart while you worked your power through him, but it was done. Loki's body was still healing from what they'd done to him, and now his mind would follow.

You also couldn't hold yourself back from dulling his pain and anger while you were at it. Trying to offer just a bit of peace to his troubled soul.

You opened your eyes again with a heavy gasp escaping your lips. Your lungs lacked air and you could taste copper on your lips. Blinking several times, you took a single glimpse at your faded reflection on the glass walls and noticed that a steady line of blood was trickling down your nose. You'd nearly gone past your limits.

With your hands still holding onto Loki, you risked a look down at him.

It was like a wave washing to shore, soft and calm after a heavy storm. His eyes slowly faded from a pale blue to a gentle green, glistening under the light, pupils blown wide as he kept his gaze fixed on you. A soft breath went past his lips and his eyebrows softened, it was as if for a brief moment he forgot where he was, and simply basked in the absolute relief of having his mind finally free. He stood bare before you.

A single tear trickled down his cheek and landed on your thumb. You brushed it away tenderly, and you thought he almost leaned into your touch. He blinked lazily then, and you saw his walls gradually coming back up.

You felt lightheaded, and with Loki coming back to himself, you took it as your cue to leave him.

Stumbling on your feet, you made your way out. You pushed the button and closed the glass door again.

Loki hadn't moved, even though you were not holding him in place anymore. He stayed seated, knuckles white as he gripped the edge of the bench and kept his gaze ahead, unfocused.

Once again, you touched the glass wall with your fingertips. It was indeed pathetic, that you felt a surge of protectiveness, of worry even, for the god who had threatened your planet.

"For what it's worth," you began quietly.

Loki's eyes drifted up to your face. His expression unreadable.

"I'm sorry for what you've been through." With that, you gave him a tight-lipped smile, and left.

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Chapter 7 - All the Tiring Time Between {TLTGYA - Post!TVA Loki x OFC Longfic}

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Pairing : Post-TVA!Loki x Oliviette (OFC)

Chapter Summary : Sometimes the sharpest boundaries require the gentlest touch.

Chapter W/c : 8.7k words

Chapter Tags / Content : Angst (as always), brief mentions of blood and injuries. Also there's a bunch of Tesseract lore and Loki's history with Thanos that I really got carried away with while writing this.

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The silence in the cell was electrifyingly tense, and Loki wished he had something else to focus his attention on.

His jaw ached as he took another bite of the flavorless, perplexing bread that was both stale and damp at the same time. He should have been grateful for it and its distraction, despite the woman having offered it without even so much as looking at him. But it just reminded him of the year he’d spent with the Mad Titan: Wretched. Forsaken. Totally and completely hopeless.

Loki tried desperately not to think about it, but it was getting harder to fight as his exhaustion grew.

The woman sat across from him in the cell, her knees pulled to her chest and her expression blank. She’d said absolutely nothing after dismissing his question about Anathema the night prior, not even when the peculiar guards brought in their cruel attempt at a meal. She didn’t even flinch when they set the tray down in front of her, nor when the duo stared, cold and unmoving, presumably waiting for her to beg for her life like all the others…but she did wait until they were finally gone to pull the tray closer.

She had grabbed the chunk of bread first, and extended it towards him in the shadows like it was second-nature to her. As if it wasn’t ever an option that she wouldn’t share it, and despite the fact that they were in stark disagreement about their respective situations in this place.

He felt guilty for accepting the offering, but unfortunately, he felt like he had no other choice; his eyelids were growing heavier by the minute, his muscles were becoming weaker with each new day of disuse, and his nerves were perpetually fried with wary energy. He was constantly stifling another yawn, and was dangerously close to falling asleep, to having another nightmare again.

Loki didn’t know if he ever talked in his sleep, but he didn’t want to risk revealing any compromising information about himself or his past; the less anyone knew about him here, the better off they all were.

But other than the food she’d shared with him, there wasn’t much else for him to distract himself with. The woman wasn’t talking anymore, and her questions had faded away alongside the hope she may have once had about escaping. That left Loki to alone deal with his questions about her, and their inscrutable answers.

The problem with that, however, was that his mind was nothing but a tangled mess; a rat’s nest, made up of lies and false memories, the betrayals of the life he’d left behind, and all the lives that never were. Before him lay a scattering of dots, all seemingly unrelated and centered around a woman who claimed she didn’t know what they wanted with her, and he couldn’t seem to make heads or tails of any of it.

Loki used to pride himself on his ability to see the bigger picture, especially on a galactic scale. But he had come here to hide and to wallow, to purposely let his mind atrophy into a cobweb of nothingness, because that was easier than continue trying, and failing, to be happy. He felt comfortable doing that, and letting this become his legacy, because he hadn’t ever expected a riddle to fall into his lap again. He hadn’t ever expected her.

As Loki swallowed the last of the bread, he forced himself to look at her again. She was still huddled against the wall, illuminated by the dim lantern light from the hallway and shivering in the cold dungeon like a scared little child. He was flabbergasted that she was still here, that they’d bothered bringing her back after being caught during an escape attempt. And he couldn’t help but hate himself, because the old Loki could have figured out why that was a very long time ago.

Next to her, the bowl of porridge sat on the floor, mostly untouched and definitely not enjoyed. Her expression was sullen as she stared off into the distance, and her limbs were folded around herself as she retreated deeper inward. It almost made him feel…something.

Of what exactly, Loki wasn’t quite sure; the feeling was old and familiar, something that was long lost while never really being understood in the first place. He told himself that the feeling was irrelevant, because it was just the mystery he found equal parts infuriating and intriguing. He just needed a bit more time than usual to settle the question marks, and then he could finally return to the blissful void of apathy.

And maybe she wasn’t lying when she claimed to not know who Anathema was, but he didn’t believe for a moment that she had no idea why the guards were so interested in her. Either she had something of theirs, or she knew some mysterious piece of information they didn’t yet - but they were obviously willing to play the long game in order to acquire it, and that couldn’t have been for nothing.

Perhaps it had something to do with the gem dangling from her necklace. Loki had seen her touching it, frequently and absentmindedly, running her slender fingers over the deep blue stone during stressed and quiet moments like now. Clearly it meant a lot to her; someone who loved her had given it to her. Someone she loved back, someone she probably missed dearly…

As he started to wonder if anyone was out there looking for her, Loki realized he was staring and quickly averted his eyes. They landed once again upon the bowl of uneaten porridge next to her, and a new form of discomfort wove itself between the muscles of his shoulders and neck. It wrapped around his nerve-endings, stinging the open and frayed tendrils that had been worn bare from the pain of still being alive.

He was quite vulnerable existing like this, even though he knew she couldn’t see him hiding in the shadows. That she didn’t know what he was thinking, or where he was looking. That she was unaware of the fleeting relief that poured into his veins when she was brought back to the cell alive, or his shame at feeling anything that had immediately replaced it.

Loki had been flippant when she was initially brought in here. He was angry the first time she tried to share a meal with him. And then he was conflicted, at best, when she was dragged back in the second time. This paltry range of emotions was far more than he was previously used to; he felt like he was drowning in it, like it was slowly collapsing his airways and squeezing out every last ounce of oxygen from his lungs.

Because there was only one person on this planet who knew his name. A single individual, throughout all of space and time, knew where he was. She was the sole witness to his current existence, and he’d never felt more uncomfortable or on display than here and now. She had met him at his worst, in his ultimate moment of triumph when he’d finally been able to remove himself from any and all equations, from every problem that ever needed solving, and he absolutely hated that.

Loki thought he’d finally accounted for everything when he had stepped through the Time Door and into this dungeon. He thought he’d finally fixed the issue, himself, for literally everyone - and then this tiny little variable had shown up so unexpectedly to completely ruin it for him.

He should have been angrier about it. He should have been furious and seething and shaking with rage over this egregious betrayal of the universe. Being alone had been the whole point, keeping everyone safe from him had been his only intention, seeking protection from the pain of both betrayal and being betrayed was all that Loki had left. Why wasn’t he allowed that meager peace of mind?

Damnation clung to Loki like a frightened child clung to his mother’s skirts, trembling in the dark and begging for acknowledgement of its traumatized state. It lurked around every corner and it haunted every shadow, constantly weeping and whimpering and howling out its anguish to cruel and uncaring souls. It was always there, lingering in the corner of his eye, reminding him of just how helpless and useless he was. That he should just give up. That he should just end it already.

But sometimes, the damnation would transform into something far more sinister, into the tall, skulking form of a cerulean demon. Hanging over his shoulder and digging its claws into his neck, the demon would spit cruel maledictions into his ear. Didn’t Loki know that everyone around him was already doomed? Wouldn’t it be kinder to just kill them now, rather than waiting for him to ruin their life and then cruelly and inevitably take it from them?

Hiding in the dungeon was the only reasonable compromise between the frightened child and the viscous demon warring in his mind. If only he had stuck with that plan, if only he hadn’t revealed that someone else was alive in the cell with her, then maybe he wouldn’t be in this mess right now.

Regret, his oldest and only friend, wouldn’t be blaring its horn and sounding the alarm bells and crying out for solace. So why did it bother him so much now that she wasn’t eating?

Loki shifted uncomfortably on the stone floor, weighing the options in his mind. The regret of initially engaging with this woman didn’t mean he couldn’t change tactics; and if she wasn’t eating, then it wouldn’t be too much longer until he was on his own again. That had been his initial plan, and there was no reason he couldn’t return to that now. Wasn’t being alone all he ever wanted?

“You should finish your meal. There’s no telling how long it’ll be before they bring another…” The words felt like acid on Loki’s tongue, dripping down his throat to eat away at his insides. He hoped they had come out as bluntly as he’d intended, but in reality, it just sounded like something his mother would have said.

This time, the woman didn’t shudder when he finally broke the tense silence. She didn’t even react at all, other than to sigh heavily and respond in a low and flattened tone. “What’s the point…?”

“Well, clearly they’d prefer you to be alive, for whatever reason…” Loki’s jaw tensed as he paused, struggling to understand why he was even bothering. “Even if they bring food on an irregular basis, it’s still more than anyone else gets…”

“Maybe the only reason they want me alive is so they can continue mocking and hurting me.”

That was a more difficult point to contend with; perhaps the guards had just grown weary of the simple and mundane murders, and they’d decided to go with something more entertaining this time. What if there wasn’t a more complicated explanation for the guards' motivations? What if he was searching for logic that didn’t even exist?

Loki stifled another yawn as he leaned back against the stone wall, raking his fingers through tangled curls that were just as chaotic as his thoughts. There had to be something he was missing while attempting to put this puzzle together. “So what did the guards say when they caught you escaping?”

The woman let out a heavy exhale, and her tone shifted into a more sarcastic tone. “Oh, normal things like what are you doing out of your cell?, and no one’s coming to rescue you. Typical kidnapper things, you know…”

Loki couldn’t help but roll his eyes at her nonchalant answers, but what else was he expecting? He was beginning to wonder if it was even worth putting this much effort into avoiding sleep. Nothing else in his life prior to meeting her had been easy, so why was he expecting this to go smoothly?

“Actually, the guard did say something strange before knocking me out…” The woman trailed off, pausing as she furrowed her brow.

Loki cleared his throat as he looked towards her again. “Strange how?”

“Maxine - or Nulan, whichever one it was…They caught me upstairs in their private quarters. Just before attacking me, they said what is gone…may never return.” The woman pulled her lower lip between her teeth as she recalled the memory. “I’ve never heard it before, and I have no idea what it means…”

What is gone…may never return. Loki turned the phrase backward and forward in his mind, trying to find its place in this absolutely confounding puzzle. But he’d never heard anyone say anything even remotely close to it, so there was nowhere for it to go. The phrase’s sentiment, however, he understood perfectly well.

“It was probably just a threat, or a taunt…” she continued with a dismissive shake of her head. “They were just mocking me, for losing everything…”

“Or it’s a prayer. A desperate request, for some kind of reprieve…” Loki murmured in reply. He didn’t want to think about whether anyone had ever hoped for the same thing after he’d finally walked away, but he was positive that they had. And he hadn’t meant for his interpretation to sound so melancholy, but as his gaze caught the woman’s matching expression, he could feel her understanding of his meaning. Loki hated that.

She must have sensed that as well, because she quickly forced a false smile that didn’t quite reach her eyes. “No…surely they must have been talking about me losing my boots.”

Her smile faded just as quickly as it had appeared, shifting into a grimace as a violent shiver shuddered over the limbs she struggled to pull close enough. She breathed out a heavy sigh and lowered her forehead to her knees with another tremble, and for once, Loki was grateful for the Jotun physiology keeping him relatively comfortable. But the woman didn’t share the same luxury of such a curse, and she was clearly suffering in these dank and grim conditions.

Loki turned his attention towards his fingers, twitching and fidgeting restlessly in his lap. This particular guilt was both new and unwelcome, like the haunting of fresh ghosts he thought he’d finally manage to not brutally murder for once. It wasn’t directly his fault she was here, that she was suffering. She was a complete stranger, after all, and this couldn’t have been his problem, or his responsibility.

But as Loki lifted his gaze again, carefully moving his eyes to avoid looking upon her once more, he caught a glimpse of the woman’s forgotten boots in the shadows, the ones carelessly stripped away while the guards were searching her the night before.

He recalled one of the first lessons Odin had explained about ruling a kingdom, that sometimes tact and finesse were far more effective than blades or might. Perhaps if Loki was kind instead of harsh, and if he returned the boots to the frozen woman, then she might help alleviate the nagging questions he still had and allow him to fight off sleep for just a little bit longer.

His brow furrowed, and he swallowed hard as he realized this was the least he could do for the both of them. It wasn’t much, but it felt like chopping off a limb when he cleared his throat and forced himself to speak again. “Your, um…boots are in here. They might help you with the…cold.”

The woman’s head popped back up, and her eyes narrowed as she scanned for them in the darkness. “Where are they? I don’t - ” she replied, clumsily attempting to push herself upright, obviously eager to get them back on as soon as possible.

Loki felt an odd sense of duty, one that had been buried deep underneath the many eons of pain, and it compelled him to act before he had the chance to second-guess himself. He moved slowly, shifting his weight onto his hip, and extended his arm out. His fingers were just long enough to barely grasp the black leather pull loops, to drag them closer and then place them within her reach while maintaining a safe distance, and without the need for him to stand.

A faint smile crossed her lips as she stretched to pull them closer. “Thank you so much, Loki.”

He couldn’t bring himself to make eye contact anymore; it was hard enough to listen to the bewildered gratitude in her voice. His every movement had stayed within the safe confines of the shadows, and he imagined that she saw her boots reappearing as if from the loving aid of a benevolent god, of someone else who was capable of caring.

“It was nothing,” he told them both.

He had fully intended to return his attention back inward, but he found himself distracted by the woman as she shifted on the floor. Curling and stretching her limbs, gracelessly attempting to pull a boot back on with a single hand, and then reluctantly, with both hands. She let out a gasping whimper as she tried to extend out her left arm, and Loki noticed her fingers trembling as she tried to push through the pain.

Obligation flared along his spine again, but this time, Loki questioned it. A childhood memory surfaced, of when his father would return home from war, bruised and exhausted and weary, and Loki would rush to his side, eager to help with removing his armor and assist in any way he could. He thought maybe if he proved himself useful, eager and determined, like his older brother was, then Odin might finally give him a chance to fight alongside him.

But even though his seidr had been well-advanced for his age, his father had always refused to bring Loki along, despite never leaving home without Thor. Odin had said that Loki wasn’t ready yet, that he wasn’t strong enough, that it was too dangerous for a little boy to be out on the field and surrounded by their mortal enemies.

“Such a young prince falling into the hands of Asgard’s opponents could prove disastrous to the realms,” his father had said, even though that fear had never stopped him from bringing Thor into battle. It wasn’t until much later that Loki realized the truth, that the only real use he had wasn’t needed back then - not until the direst of circumstances forced his father’s ultimate and final hand.

The woman let out a sharp groan, bringing Loki back to the present. She had collapsed back against the wall, sniffling and brushing the messy strands of crimson hair away from her face. “Loki, I’m so sorry…but can you please…?”

His eyes widened, and hers were full of tears. Her cheeks reddened, and her lower lip trembled as she spoke with a cracked voice. “Please help me? I’m so cold, and I can’t…I can’t get these back on…”

It wasn’t like the cold, calculating demands he was previously used to, and Loki realized that it pained her to ask like this. She wasn’t trying to get anything out of him, she wasn’t manipulating her way into something more than she deserved, or trying to get him to commit atrocities in her name.

It wasn’t a game or a trick designed to be laughed at later with her friends; she genuinely just needed his help. But the problem was that this kind of assistance not only required him to vacate the shadows, to come closer and share the same air as her - it necessitated physical touch. Loki was sure he couldn’t handle that.

The muscles in his fingers articulated of their own accord, separating and curling into just the right place to summon and concentrate his seidr, intent on disassembling the atoms that made up the woman’s boots and reassembling them back where they belonged.

A suitable compromise, Loki believed, except that absolutely nothing happened. The warmth that normally accompanied his magic was nowhere to be found, that familiar connection to the past and the present, to his mother, wasn’t opening its loving arms to welcome him back home - and that was when he finally remembered.

Loki’s seidr was dead, because he was supposed to be dead.

He’d forsaken his magic as soon as he’d arrived here. Once he willingly stepped through the Time Door and into this dungeon, once he’d realized that the first thing this newly-freed universe had done was trap him yet again, he decided that this time it was really meant to be.

So he didn’t bother fighting it, and he willingly let go of the tendrils of seidr he had once clung so tightly to. He didn’t deserve the honor of wielding it, not after what he’d done in New York. And what use would that magic have been to the hollowed-out shell of a person he was now? What good could he have possibly done with it anyway?

“Loki?”

Once again, the woman’s quiet voice refocused his attention. Her expression had fallen even further during his silent brooding, and she was staring woefully into the dark, desperately hoping to see him finally coming to her aid. A deep sense of dread rose up within his chest, thick and impenetrable, oozing between his ribs to singe and suffocate his lungs like molten lava.

Loki didn’t know what to do, and yet, he moved anyway. Pressing his palms flat against the stone floor, he bent his knees and carefully pushed himself upright. His joints cracked and popped, his muscles were stiff and sluggish as he slid one foot forward, and the belt around his waist was far looser than when he’d initially put it on.

Taking another step closer, his mind suddenly dizzied, and his body began to sway dangerously from the juxtaposition of pushing himself forward while he’d been wasting away. He quickly grabbed onto the wall with a sharp gasp, trying to steady himself as his legs tingled themselves awake.

“Loki…are you alright?” the woman murmured, her brow furrowing with concern.

“I’m fine, it’s just - ” Loki sighed heavily, his heart pounding and muscles trembling. “I’m just not used to…standing.”

Loki closed his eyes and leaned against the wall for a moment, willing his body back into operating under his own control. But despite his best efforts, weariness and exhaustion were still permanently at the helm, relentlessly steering him back towards collapsing and passing out again.

“It’s alright. Take your time…”

Loki’s eyes snapped back open, painfully aware that she was still watching him closely, and he did everything he could to both avoid her gaze and her reassurance. Nothing about this was alright, and he could hear his father’s chastising voice from beyond the stars, criticizing him for allowing enervation to consume him - even though that was the only way to keep himself out of trouble.

His eyes flitted across the dungeon cell, feverishly taking in the stone walls and steel bars of the door, then out to the flickering lantern light of the hallway. Loki had never even bothered to take a good look at his coffin before committing to staying in it for all eternity, but from this elevation, he could clearly examine the cuts that made up the large slabs of the walls and floor. Meticulous, flawless, precise - too perfect to have been sliced by hand.

His gaze moved to the cream-colored candlestick suspended within the single lantern in the hallway, evenly melted away and without a single speck of soot upon the glass encasing it. From there, he could make out the grooves carved by the steel bars into the doorway’s arch as it swung open and closed, and the streaked and dark stains, smudged against the grayed and leadened floor, leading from the hallway back into their cell.

The woman’s blood, he assumed, and Loki’s hands clenched into fists. His throat tightened, and the slightest hint of outrage began to reluctantly wake from its slumber.

Forcing the feeling away, Loki finally closed the distance and carefully crouched in front of the woman; only then did he let her be the focus of his attention. Loose and uneven strands of crimson had been pulled free from the long, disheveled braid nestled untidily over her shoulder;her skin was wan and pallid, and her lips were tinted with the faintest hint of blue.

Dried blood had smeared on her ear, her neck, the lengths of her hair and along her cheek. It was everywhere, mixed with the dirt and muck from the floor, coating the corners of her cracked lips and the freckles that dotted her cheekbone. The fact that the blood was dried, meaning the original wound was at the very least no longer actively bleeding, did nothing to make him feel better.

Loki lowered one knee down to the floor, precariously settling his weight onto one ankle, and the woman’s attention was now entirely fixed on her boots. She swallowed nervously, and Loki silently agreed with the sentiment. How long had it been since he’d touched another person? Did he even remember how to be gentle? How to not contaminate?

Moving cautiously, he took a boot into his grasp, threading his fingers between the loops and slowly pulling to loosen its laces. While he worked, he focused on the soft leather: its scent was herbal, earthy, and with just the barest suggestion of sweetness. Intricate designs, swirls and constellations and rays of light emanating from an overly-stylized sun were stitched into the leather, extending from the collar and flowing down way past the ankle.

Soft, pliable and shiny, the leather still showed signs of its latest polish, applied with a healthy dose of high-quality wax, from underneath the layers of grim. The boots had been methodically cared for, regularly and recently, and probably not too long before the woman found herself in custody of the mysterious guards. Loki found himself curious about the circumstances of her capture.

Stained in the same shade of night as the leathers covering her legs, they blended seamlessly together with the rest of her clothing, from the thin stockings on her feet to the chipped lacquer on her fingernails. Everything was the exact same color, save for the thin, flowing emerald tunic that had long since come untucked, and the gem that hung from her neck.

And everything she wore was undoubtedly expensive, most likely customized for this particular owner, and she had obviously not dressed for being locked inside a damp and grimy dungeon. At best, she was prepared for a pleasant walk through the woods on a mildly chilly evening; Loki tried not to think about it too much.

Out of his peripheral vision, Loki could see the woman stealing glances up at him. She watched him carefully, her sea green eyes shifting cautiously between his face, his hands, and the boot he was unlacing - obviously examining and judging the hideous monster whose help she had no choice but to accept.

Loki began to feel self-conscious. There was no doubt that his own appearance wasn’t any better than her own at the moment; in fact, he was sure it was much, much worse. Dark and unkempt curls hung way past his shoulders like sinister snakes. The skin on his hands was sullen and pallor, shifting dangerously close to bluish gray, and he had no idea if his eyes had begun to drift back into their original shade of ruby-red or not. He promised himself that this would be the only time she ever saw his face up close.

When he could no longer justify stalling with the laces, he cleared his throat, and forced his fingers to tap the underside of her leg; a featherlight touch that could have been easily missed if one hadn’t been expecting it. But the woman again mercifully sensed his meaning, and she positioned the appropriate foot for him to slide the boot on.

Too well, Loki noticed, as he pulled the collar up to settle around her calf; she was exceptionally practiced at having others put footwear on her - at tensing the right muscles at just the right moment, and extending the leg with just enough force to seat the foot comfortably against the insole.

“Sorry about this…” she mumbled as Loki pulled the laces tight and began looping them back and forth around the hooks. “Although, this is probably the most exciting thing you’ve done in a while, huh?”

She was trying to lighten the mood, to distract from the previous awkwardness of such close quarters. Loki’s response was flat and measured, his attention focused on tying instead of talking. “Like I said - it’s nothing.”

A nervous silence followed, one that was far more uncomfortable than the awkwardness. Loki hadn’t meant to be so dismissive, and perhaps he’d been far too frigid for someone who was supposed to be helping her. When he finished the final loop, he cleared his throat again and forced himself to look up again.

“Is that…too tight for you?” he murmured softly.

The woman managed a weak smile as she flexed her ankle. “No. It feels fine.”

Loki noted that her pupils dilated ever so slightly when she met his gaze, and he took that as a good sign that her head injury wasn’t a completely serious one. He wasn’t sure why he was noting that, but nonetheless, he had, and he didn’t have the energy to start questioning it. Instead, he busied himself with picking up the other boot and threading his fingers underneath its laces like he’d done with the first.

“Is this all I have left? Just waiting in this cell to die?”

Her voice had taken on a somber, more sorrowful tone now; apparently open anguish was much easier for her than polite small-talk, and if she hadn’t been so exhausted, Loki would have guessed there would have been more than a tear or two accompanying her questions. He wasn’t sure how to answer her; bringing up the fact that the other prisoners before her had never lasted more than a day or two, or the fact that they were never returned once removed from their cells, probably wasn’t going to help her mood very much.

“At least they’re leaving you alone for the most part,” Loki answered, lightly tapping his fingers underneath her other leg for the placement of its boot. “Be thankful for relative peace.”

The woman sighed heavily as she cooperated. “Relative peace. That’s all I have to look forward to?”

“For some, that’s all they’ve ever wanted,” Loki said absentmindedly. “They’d kill for it, and others willingly die in its pursuit…”

The woman’s eyebrows raised in troubled concern, and Loki tried to ignore it. He couldn’t understand why he was like this, either speaking too familiarly with the woman, or far too flippantly. He was out of practice when it came to any sort of normal conversation, but he didn’t want to be accustomed to it again. In the end, she was just a temporary distraction, and he wasn’t supposed to even exist at all.

“That’s very enlightened, coming from someone who has nightmares every time he closes his eyes…” the woman replied as he finished tying the laces on the other boot. She flexed that ankle, and then nodded her approval while pulling her knees back against her chest.

Loki’s brow furrowed as he met her gaze once more. Her eyes were wide and open, appearing to be without a single shred of judgment, only empathy. Loki couldn’t help but scrutinize her for that. If she only knew how little he deserved kindness, and he was irritated that she’d noticed how bad his nightmares were at all. He’d rather have not known that his weakness was on complete display, and thus, beyond his complete control.

Slowly pushing himself back up to standing, grateful that the task and its requisite close proximity were finally over, Loki’s fingertips trailed along the cold stone as he backed into the shadows again. But lethargy was creeping back in, along with the ever-present unsettled and restless energy, and when Loki returned to sitting, he wasn’t quite as far into the dark as he had been before.

“You know, it may help your nightmares to talk about them,” the woman suggested cautiously. “Perhaps unburdening yourself a little would be a good thing…”

Loki grimaced. Of all the ways she could have worded it, he wished it hadn’t been in that specific way. As it were, various burdens of all sorts were already going to haunt him until the end of time, it seemed, and he preferred not to be reminded of the purposes initially set upon him by Thanos. And even if he wanted to, where should he begin?

He still didn’t quite understand what exactly had happened to him on Knowhere; that entire year was just a chaotic haze of torture and manipulation, through both physical and psychological means, and it was impossible for him to decipher what was real and what was a lie. Even now, he couldn’t even recall the exact circumstances that led to his descent from the Bifrost and into Thanos’ control.

Sometimes, he could clearly remember the decision to let go of Gungnir and fall into the abyss; other times, he was absolutely convinced that his brother had pushed him in a jealous rage, furious that Loki’s short tenure as King had proved far more successful than any longer one Thor could have ever managed.

Either way, the fall had resulted in him becoming Thanos’ prisoner, and then later, as a member of the Black Order - but only after they’d finally conceded that physical torture was never going to work on the body of a Frost Giant, on an Asgardian prince raised as a warrior, or on a powerful sorcerer who already had extremely complicated feelings about being alive in the first place.

But once they realized that he just wanted somewhere to belong, they finally started to see real progress, and the emotional manipulation that followed was probably more effective than they could have ever hoped for. It was so very easy to muddy the rough waters of Loki’s psyche thanks to the Chitauri Scepter and his tremendous heartbreak - a kind word here, a clever lie there, and nothing but speeches about revenge and betrayals, destinies and purposes, salvation and redemption, and scorned Kings and their disgraced sons.

After Loki had been welcomed into the fold, Thanos explained his need for the Tesseract; if Loki acquired it, then he would be granted an army to help take Midgard by as excessive and violent force as he deemed necessary. The God of Mischief already knew that he wanted to be as destructive as possible - to both completely cripple his brother’s fondness for the pathetic humans, and to show Odin that he would settle for being a terrifying leader if he wasn’t permitted to be a good one.

His idea for retrieving the Tesseract had been a clever one; so clever that Loki wasn’t surprised that Thanos or the Black Order hadn’t ever considered it before. But getting to suggest it meant that his new Master was immediately pleased with his usefulness, something that had rarely happened with his previous keeper, and Loki was so grateful for the opportunity to satisfy.

Out of the six Infinity Stones, the Space Stone was unique in that it could generate massive amounts of self-sustaining energy. Its power signature was incredibly easy to track, and it didn’t take long for Loki to determine the Tesseract’s location inside the S.H.I.E.L.D. research facility. Under Fury’s careful and watchful eye, the mortals were studying its capabilities for power production, no doubt to be used in some kind of advanced weapons manufacture instead of something that could actually be used to help mankind.

A stereotypically short-sighted action, one that would soon be their downfall, because none of those weapons would ever be able to stop him from completing his task. Had they realized the stone’s true potential, as Loki had, then perhaps the humans might have fared better during his invasion.

Because he knew something that apparently no one else did, something he now prayed that no one else would ever be able to figure out. Loki was in the unusual position of understanding exactly how the Bifrost had operated, of how it could easily send and receive anything from across the galaxies with frightening and pinpoint accuracy. As a child, he was fascinated by the Bifrost, and more than once Heimdall had to stop him from attempting to disassemble it while searching for the details of its inner workings.

Once informed of her son’s unyielding curiosities, his mother had patiently redirected that energy towards Asgard’s massive libraries. There, he spent many late nights pouring over the texts and histories of the magnificent Bifrost. Once he’d devoured all he could from words, he then spent his time exploring the Realm and looking for means of travel that didn’t involve going to the Bifrost at all.

And thanks to the Mad Titan’s relentless and universal conquest in search of the stones, Loki had access to incalculable amounts of lore, research and history that had been stolen from countless cultures and societies. He spent months buried in books and manuscripts, performing calculations and practicing his seidr, searching desperately for the perfect combination of science and magic to get him what he needed.

All of that, when combined with his extensive knowledge of the Bifrost, allowed Loki to realize that all he needed was a power-source. It must have been fate and its impeccable sense of humor, because the Space Stone could be the engine, and the Tesseract was going to be the gateway - a terrible, incredible bridge between where you were, and where you desperately wanted to be.

For Loki, the Tesseract was going to deliver him to vengeance, respect, authority and glory - in a way that no one would be able to undo once he finally got it. His brother, his father, the entire Nine Realms and beyond, all of them would be powerless to stop him once he figured out how to open the Tesseract’s portal from the other side.

Returning to his research with a new sense of delirium, he gave up on sleep, and food, and his sanity while he searched for the answer. His cheeks became hollow, his eyes were sunken deep into his skull, and his skin grew weak and frail. His nerves were on the verge of total disintegration, his heart ached and his mind was hazy.

His every waking thought was consumed by the Tesseract, and on the rare occasion that he actually passed out, so were his nightmares. He became too lost to even carry on a conversation; all he could manage were grunts and groans and strange approximations of the word “Tesseract”. Every part of himself, anything that had once been Loki, had all but slipped away.

But occasionally, Loki would come back to himself. He would look down at his hands in horror, and he wouldn’t understand where he was or how he got there. While screaming and lashing out, the one called Ebony Maw would preach about balance, about salvation and judgment and how Loki was destined to assist the Great Titan in saving all of life, by ending half of it. He was instructed to be grateful for being allowed to take part in it.

But it didn’t make any sense, and Loki tried so hard to resist, to fight them off, to scramble to the exit and free himself, to warn someone of the terrible thing that was coming. Then, something would happen, something would touch him, and his mind would cloud back over with rage and madness. The dangerous craving for the Tesseract would return tenfold, and then he would be back on task, more eager than ever to please.

After a quick journey through the minds of the men known as Selvig and Barton, Loki finally had everything he needed to complete his sacred mission. The astrophysicist filled in the last remaining gaps about the Tesseract’s functionalities, and the archer revealed information about S.H.I.E.L.D.'s security protocols - how many personnel were on site, what types of weapons they had, where they’d been trained. The details of every file stored on their secret servers, every individual’s personal histories - including that of the beings once considered to join the so-called Avengers, the ones that might be called upon to stop him.

On his first attempt, Loki succeeded in opening the Tesseract’s portal. One moment, he was standing on Thanos’ ship, and the next, he was inside the research facility, shrouded within a haze of smoke and mania. By the third second, he was ferociously attacking, moving and acting without consideration for the stealth or secrecy he’d been trained with as a child. He didn’t even bother dodging the humans’ pathetic projectiles; instead, he focused on murdering the ones he had already deemed useless to his cause, and using the Sceptre to convert the ones that were worthy of it

Nor did he bother mincing words with Fury as the Director stalled for time, not even the ones ripped directly from Ebony Maw’s impassioned and self-important speeches. Loki already knew how unstable the gateway was, and that was by design. During his maniacal studies, he had determined how best to sustain the portal’s opening for safe and easy passage - first, in order to allow entry for the Chitauri forces, and then to facilitate easy travel for Thanos to find the rest of the stones later on.

Loki’s first act of murder had been intentionally not stabilizing the portal as it opened inside the S.H.I.E.L.D. facility; he had wanted the structure to collapse in a stunning display of destruction. Whether it was to be an ominous warning for what he was about to do, or if it was to serve as a call to action for the only ones who could have prevented him from succeeding, he still wasn’t quite sure.

Either way, he ultimately failed in the only way that had mattered. Loki didn’t achieve vengeance or respect or authority, and there was no victory or glory waiting for him after it was over. The Chitauri Forces were destroyed, the Tesseract was not handed over to Thanos per their agreement, and he’d made a great many vicious and unforgiving enemies that day.

In the end, the only thing waiting for him was a prison cell on Asgard, and all he’d managed to do was to make everything worse.

And presumably, after it was over, Thanos still had access to all of Loki’s research. Losing out on the Tesseract would have infuriated him and the Black Order; a minor inconvenience, sure, but it wouldn’t have hindered their quest in the slightest. Thanos still knew how to use the Tesseract because of him - and more importantly, he understood how to use it in the most destructive way possible. That was completely and entirely Loki’s fault, and he just hoped that Thanos was arrogant enough to keep that information to himself, that no one else would try and fail in the same catastrophic way that Loki had.

Maybe the Tesseract wasn’t meant to be used as a gateway, and in doing so, Loki had ensured that he’d never get what he wanted, and that he’d lose what little he had left. All of that madness and frantic chaos and deliberate carnage had been for absolutely nothing. Maybe the Tesseract was cursed, and maybe, so was he.

Because every single time Loki had come into contact with it, his life had taken a drastic and even more devastating turn for the worse. Attempting to acquire it for Thanos had broken him - mind, body, and soul; fleeing New York with it had landed him in the clutches of the TVA; and apparently, it had been his ultimate destiny to die while trying to keep it from the Mad Titan.

The absolute last thing Loki ever wanted was to be reminded of the Tesseract - more than he wanted silence, or solitude, or to rot. And now this woman wanted to know what his nightmares were about?

Even if he had made it to the prison cell on Asgard, he wasn’t planning to explain himself to anyone. What was he supposed to tell his brother, his mother, his father? That he’d been deceived? Were they going to believe that he’d fallen for someone else’s lies so easily, and without question? That the God of Mischief himself had been tricked, played for a fool and made to be the universe’s largest and most pathetic scapegoat?

No, trying to justify his actions would be a grave disservice to the innocent lives he’d taken, and telling the truth was next to impossible. Even just talking about the betrayal of his family would be too much for him to bear, and that was the only aspect of the entire thing that Loki had never, ever second-guessed.

The woman continued stealing glances in his direction, from just a few feet away now. Still waiting for him to say something, anything, to help keep her mind distracted from her own plights. For the briefest of moments, he actually considered asking if she’d ever heard of the Tesseract, or the Infinity Stones. If she knew who Thanos was, if he’d ever been to this planet before…but as Loki fidgeted with his tie, running his fingers over the frayed and broken seams in the cloth, he knew the answer didn’t matter.

The appropriate time to have asked that question would have been when he’d first arrived, back when the TemPad still had the power to take him some place else if need be. But now the TemPad was dead; he was trapped here, and the longer he could go without hearing about the Tesseract, the better. The longer he could go on in the blissful ignorance of relative peace, and without talking about himself, the easier this would be for everyone.

“How did you wind up here anyway?” He winced as he spoke, hating himself for being more than a little curious about it. “I can’t imagine the guards asking you to come along nicely…”

The woman hesitated for a moment, no doubt replaying the events in her mind and wishing she had done something differently. Her fingers grasped the gem that hung from her neck, and she swallowed hard. “I was…taken from Tessaway, my home, in the middle of the night.”

She paused, her eyes focused on something non-existent in the distance. “I don’t know how they made it past the sentries, but they…managed, somehow. They took me from my bed, while I slept…”

Loki shook his head, trying to appear sympathetic. “You lived in a heavily guarded city. It must be a very dangerous place…”

“Tessaway isn’t a city,” she corrected, furrowing her brow as she looked over at him. “It’s the castle in Fayrest. You know, the capital city…?”

He didn’t know any of that, of course, having never left this cell. The woman looked like she wanted to say more but was afraid to, and he couldn’t help but think about why she had seemed to imply before that no one was going to rescue her. “Wouldn’t someone from the castle have noticed your absence? Surely they have to be looking for you by now…”

“No…” The woman shifted uncomfortably in place, her expression broken and forlorn. “No, I was just a servant. No one important enough to miss…”

Loki had been studying her carefully ever since he’d realized her captors were going to keep her alive for much longer than they had the others. Her movements were elegant and refined, her clothing and jewelry expensive and customized, her speech graceful and enchanting; the kind of charming that could only come from years of practice. He didn’t believe for a second that she was just a servant working in a castle.

But she was also clearly in a tremendous amount of pain, and for whatever reason, was keeping the origins of her birth a secret. Loki wondered what might have happened to him if he had been given that luxury, if he hadn’t been the only one to not know the truth about himself.

“Ah, a servant,” he replied, trying to lighten the mood a little. His unpracticed lips curved into a forced and lazy grin. “That certainly explains why you’re so concerned about my well-being…”

The woman’s eyebrows raised in amusement, and she tilted her head curiously as if taking his comment as a challenge. “What’s the matter? Are you not used to someone worrying about your well-being?”

Loki’s jaw tensed; perhaps he hadn’t been behaving as opaquely as he hoped, and he hated that she could see through him just as well as he could through her. He glanced over, and decided to provoke her right back. “Well, I’m sure they’ll miss you at the castle eventually. Like when there’s pots that need washing, or linens that need changing?”

“Yes, yes, that’s very funny…” she replied, rolling her eyes. “I get it, the thing about servants is that no one knows your name until something you normally do suddenly isn’t being done anymore…”

The woman turned, and she met his gaze with a considering and dissecting one of her own. “Like you - you don’t need anything from me, so why would you ever bother learning my name?”

From just a few feet away, the woman stared deep into his soul, tugging at the strings that still held him upright and all but questioning if they were even necessary. He waited until she looked away to furrow his brow again, because while she was right about him not needing anything from her, she was surely mistaken about the other half of her point.

Because he did actually know her name; it was the first new name he’d learned in such a very long time, and he thought it suited her quite well, all things considered. But he had been trying to avoid acknowledging it, not wanting it to mean something more than what it was.

It was just a name, after all; a series of specific vocalizations designed to get her attention. Saying it out loud didn’t mean that they were friends, or that they were even important to each other. It wouldn’t bind them in any way, or obligate him to care. But if that were true, then why did he have such a problem with saying it?

Loki could feel a nervous energy creeping relentlessly up his spine again. He wished it would stop receding, that it would stay put, because the constant shifting between relaxing and stressing was completely wearing him out. He told himself he just needed to say it out loud and get it over with, before he could start second-guessing and talk himself out of it again - especially now that she had noticed his careful avoidance of her name.

“What kind of servant knows how to fight with a staff anyway?” Loki asked, affecting an innocent and casual tone. “I guess servants named Oliviette do…”

After he answered his own question, Loki looked towards her again, and Oliviette was already smiling back at him; it was a bleary and quiet acknowledgement, but the sentiment was definitely noteworthy. For the first time since they’d met, he could see the dimples in her cheeks, and it was impossible to miss the way her eyes lit up with mirth, or how her lips pursed before she finally responded.

“What? Am I not allowed to have hobbies outside of work?”

Loki struggled to not return her smile. He almost felt a sense of appreciation for her snark and the much-needed diversion from the constant aching in his chest. It was only then that he remembered that this was supposed to be a temporary distraction; he couldn’t afford to spend needless energy that didn’t directly involve finding out why the guards were keeping Oliviette alive for this long.

Keeping a safe distance was paramount, his new glorious purpose. Trust was for children and dogs, wasn’t that how he’d put it to Mobius during their first meeting? As long as he stayed here, keeping himself isolated and protected, then he couldn’t ever be tricked into being someone else’s attack dog ever again. He couldn’t ever hurt anyone again.

Besides, it was highly implausible that her life would end in any way other than tragically. Loki’d already had quite enough of that - and would it be worth getting close to her, even if it didn’t?

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