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moonlight-prose · 54 minutes ago
👀 Biker Loki 😳! That’s all.
𝐍𝐨 𝐆𝐨𝐨𝐝
𝐀/𝐍 || OKAY so if this becomes a series I'm blaming/thanking you cause this spawned a demon of an idea. Also I found this song called No Good by UNSECRET, Ruelle and it gives me so many Loki vibes that I don't know what to even do. Also this is pure filth so ENJOY.
I didn't add tags cause I legit don't know who to tag.
𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 || He could believe he owned you for as long as possible, but even you knew that's not how this particular game was played.
𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 || 1.3k
𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 || Biker!Loki x Fem!Reader
𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 || EXPLICIT so BYE MINORS YOU SHOULDN'T BE HERE, oral (f receiving), exhibitionism, fingering, slight cussing, slight angst i think, dominance kink if you squint. let me know if i missed anything.
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Loathing him never quite worked out for you in the end. The hatred that burned through your body now, something entirely different; a burn that you couldn’t seem to heal. One that he fed with every kiss, every soul crushing touch. And you blamed it on that silver tongue of his; blamed it on the way his lips said one thing but his eyes promised another.
A spell he cast over you until he had you right where he wanted you. Until it was helpless to keep fighting back, and you were stuck in the same situation as before. And it’s not like you hated this position. Hated what he did. Your reasons for hating the silver tongued devil was different from how you felt about the way he made your body light up.
The flames that licked against your skin, branding you with him. His taste, touch, voice. All of it embedding beneath your skin like a tattoo that he had placed on you personally. One that would forever remain in the same place. Directly over your heart; a mark of who you belonged to. Who you’d always belong to, because that’s just what he did. How he roped you in to begin with. The loathing somehow mixed with a dangerous dose of that horrific emotion you kept at bay. The one that neither of you dared to say out loud.
“Loki,” you breathed out, hand tangling in the dark locks that he kept loose. Did you hate him now? You weren’t sure. The answer became as tangled as you had been with him just this morning.
Just this morning he’d been between your thighs, hands holding your own above your head in his tight grip, and not three hours later he was at it again. Claiming that all gods were insatiable creatures, and for you to simply allow him to push you into the throes of pleasure. To feed the flames that spread their way through your body. You should have felt bashful to be spread out like this for him in the middle of a field, but he pushed the thoughts out of your mind as quickly as they arrived.
His tongue, skilled at more than just telling simple lies to get him out of situations. Gripping the edge of the bike’s seat you attempted to stay stable enough in your sitting position, as he spread your legs even further. His hands, gripping at your flesh hard enough to leave it tender later. But he’d deal with that when it came. Claiming that he’d lave his tongue over the parts of you that stung from his teeth, his hands, as he ate at you like you were a delicacy.
And perhaps you were. Perhaps you were divine enough to drive this man to the brink of madness.
It was a power you didn’t know you had the capability of possessing. One that forced a man who wore blood on his pale knuckles proudly, to his knees. A queen to the king of lies. Powerful enough to seduce him; to have him bending to your will. A man willing to kill for you. And maybe that’s what you hated. His willingness to do absolutely anything to possess your heart as well as your body; absolutely anything to keep his queen happy and sated.
But you knew that you were the one telling lies when you told yourself that. When you whispered you hated him instead of the other word. When you cried out his name, relishing in the pleasure he gave you. It was all a lie. A lie upon another lie; continuing to build until it had become its own fortress of deviousness. A home large enough for two.
You and him.
“I’ll do anything for you,” he whispered against your clit, tongue sucking it back into his mouth.
If there’s one thing you...it was that Loki didn’t lie to you. Out of everyone in his life he chose to undermine, chose to stab in the back. It was you he told the truth to, about everything, and that’s why it was so hard to hate him. Why it was easy to look him in the eyes and think those three words that bred nothing but disaster. Chaos in it’s finest was always something he thrived on, but those words would do nothing but break the both of you.
Shatter any good in this relationship based on everything bad.
“Oh-fuck.” Your nails dug into the leather of his seat, head tipping back as he pushed two fingers into you, curling them precisely. Setting a pace he knew would throw you off the ledge you were currently standing on.
Dangerous in all the best ways possible, because it was gifted to you by a god.
He pulled away, sucking his fingers into his mouth and moaning at the taste, leaving you gasping for air. “You’re a vision my love,” he said, a kiss pressed to your thigh to accentuate his statement. “An ethereal being that I am lucky enough to possess.”
You breathed out a laugh, fingers tightening their hold on his hair and dragging his face towards yours. Your teeth immediately dig into his bottom lip. Sucking it into your mouth and earning another sound from him that could only be considered as feral. He liked to believe he owned you. That he was capable of capturing you and keeping you as his, and you allowed it to happen.
Agreed that it was him who held your heart when he asked who you belonged to. Smiled in utter delirium as he spread your slick on your lips, the question of if he was yours on the tip of his tongue.
“You don’t possess me,” you whispered into his mouth, hand going around his throat and squeezing lightly. “Isn’t that right...my love.”
His eyes lit up with mischief, a look you’d seen millions of times before, as he dropped back to his knees. Tongue licking at you in a frenzy, his fingers pressing against the spot that had you jolting forward, your hand digging further into his hair. It was building in your lower body, enough so that you forgot what you’d been saying. Forgot that you were sitting on his bike, skirt hiked up to your waist, in the middle of a field for the whole world to see.
Yet what did you expect when he’d turned you into this person? Someone willing to give everything to him, just as he did with you. Truly a helpless person in love.
“I’m going to-” you gasped, eyes flying open to meet his as he sucked particularly hard on your clit. “Fuck!” A scream of his name followed, your head going dizzy and you lost yourself in the pleasure.
Gave into the fire and allowed it to swallow you whole.
“That’s it,” he cooed, fingers continuing to pump steadily into you, until you could hear it. “A magical sight indeed.”
“You flatter me Loki.” Your breath came out in gasps, hand shifting to cup his jaw; feeling his lips suck around your thumb lightly.
He smiled, drawing you closer for a kiss. “I take joy in the flattery I give you. It allows me to see you like this. And it is a sight to behold.”
You hummed, kissing him lightly, tongue running along his bottom lip to gather what he hadn’t cleaned up yet. “Sight yes...taste on the other hand.”
“Utterly divine,” he growled, hand gripping the back of your neck to keep you from going anywhere. His lips capture yours in a searing kiss. One that had you whining into his mouth, fingers curling around the leather of his jacket.
Your taste was on your tongue, but you didn’t find you cared all that much. Not when it came from his to begin with. Not when you were still shaking from the aftershocks as he pressed his thumb against your clit. Ripping a moan from your throat. He always claimed that you were the one to finally push him the last few steps until he reached insanity. But you knew that it would be him who pulled you off the cliff as well.
A shared bond unlike any other. A love unlike any other.
A king and a queen unlike any other.
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fangirlovestuff · an hour ago
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Thank You!!<3
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holy shit. this is awesome as hell. long cheesy paragraph incoming.
when i first started writing, i didn’t really know where it was gonna go. i didn’t really know if i was gonna stick with it or it was just a fluke. i remember hearing about other people’s follower count and that just seemed so far from me. but the last year (and a bit) i’ve spent writing has been so incredible. i’ve talked to so many amazing people, and explored my creativity in a way i hadn’t before, and i couldn’t have done it if you weren’t here. 
i know numbers aren’t everything, but it means so, so much to know a thousand people were interested enough in what i’m writing to follow me. a thouand people is so insanely much, it’s honestly hard to wrap my head around it.
thank you for being here. thank you for reading my fics, thank you for every like and reblog and comment. thank you for every ask and message. thank you for allowing me to share my work in such an amazing space.
there truly aren’t enough words to express my gratitude, and i would hug every single one of you if i could. yes, even the bots that are probably here lmao
to the more official stuff, if you could call it that lol, today is still wlw weekend, so obviously i’ll finish the fics for that first, BUT! i really really would like to have a little celebration, and i want you guys to tell me what you’d like me to do!
so, i have three options in mind - have a challenge with some prompts i’ll come up with, open my requests back up for anything y’all want, or do a sort of fic rec where i’ll find fics i like or you’ll send me some and i’ll compile a list:)
you can vote here:) or just come into my asks / dms and tell me what you’d like to see!!
(on another note, the wlw weekend fics will probably be out later today, or at the latest tomorrow hehe)
again, thank y’all so so much, and take care<3
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generalfoolish · 2 hours ago
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No Prisoners
Prompt #488:
“You kissed me.”
“You kissed me back.”
“And I’m not here to apologize.”
Day Two of the Follower Party!
Pairing: Loki x GN!reader
Word Count: 350
Warnings: 18+ Mentions of gore, violence, death, smooching
A/N: Day two is a little Loki one shot! I kind of pictured this in the Mayhem Times Infinity universe, but it can be a stand alone! All prompts from @creativepromptsforwriting Top Ten!
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You panted heavily, and took a second to prod the slash across your side. The wound was weeping blood, but not at an alarming rate. You’d live. You scanned frantically for Loki, he had just been beside you. You had lost him amongst the sea of warriors. Your adrenaline was crashing, somehow, and your middle was throbbing. You screamed his name, a strangled thing that sounded foreign to your ears.
Without warning the green mist appeared beside you.
“What is it, darling? Are you injured?” His face was twisted tight with concern and fury. You shook your head.
“I mean kind of, but I lost you. I thought I had lost you.” You scrambled, fighting off a new wave of creatures. He flipped a dagger into one of the warriors coming at you hard, and cast a new wave of himself to fight at your backs.
“You could not, even if you tried.” He told you, his voice tight with emotion. He closed the small distance between you and his lips crashed to your own. It was heated, but rushed. A frantic melding of lips, and they were gone too soon.
“You kissed me.” You told him, dumbly. Sure, you had flirted. Sure, you had wanted to kiss him. You never thought it would happen, though. He smiled, a blinding thing that danced into his emerald eyes.
“You kissed me back.” He was studying you with wonder, as if you would disappear if he let his eyes wander for even a moment.
“And I’m not here to apologize, Mayhem.” You told him, going on your tiptoes and pressing a chaste kiss to his lips. You rolled back onto your heels, using your momentum to throw you into your next attack as you opened a portal beneath a few creatures, sending them into the collapsing black hole.
You threw Loki a smile over your shoulder as he absorbed his casts, and threw a few daggers in quick succession. You had a new reason to survive this, you realized.
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tokoyamisstuff · 2 hours ago
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Meant To Be - Loki x Fem! Reader
Summary: Much to your displeasure, your parents have promised you away to the God of Mischief of all people.
Tags: Arranged Marriage AU, Light Elf! Reader
Warnings: Aside from Loki hating himself, nothing.
Words: 2878
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A/N: Some good old-fashioned, ‘redeemed after The Avengers and the other movies didn’t happen’ Loki. Like, really cheesy, self-indulgent 2012 stuff. I just want to ignore all misery that happens in the series okay?
“Ew! Stop it!”
You were eight at the time when you and Loki first met, by means of negotiation between both your parents.
If only you knew that this encounter should be the first impression of what should be your husband in the near future...
Frigga and Odin could only plead for their son to be on his best behavior - but well, it’s the God of Mischief we’re talking about. Must be hard to inherit such a title from your very birth.
Just when you put the little bonquet of flowers he had picked up for you towards your face to admire it, several little spiders emerged from the blossoms.
“You’re no fun.” The raven-haired boy stood a safe distance away from you, arms crossed as his gleeful laughter turned into a broad sulk. "And your ears are weird.”
“I hate you!” you screeched in your childish rage, throwing the flowers to the ground and trampling onto them. “Where’s your brother? Thor is way nicer than you!”
“Well, why don’t you marry him then?!” he mocked to cover up his hurt pride, picking up a handful of dirt and throwing it in your direction. 
“I don’t need any friends anyway...” the little boy whispered to himself, running away from the scene with tears filling the corner of his eyes. 
“I don’t need anyone. I’m way better than all of them!”
Not even Frigga was fast enough to catch up with him, while Odin uttered some fake apologies to your parents, promising them that everything will go as planned.
You on the other hand were running towards your mother, tightly grabbing onto her dress. “He’s mean! I wanna go home!”
As Queen of the Light Elves, your mother was a being full of grace and composure - and you were hoping to one day become such a formidable person as well.
She bowed down to your height, petting your hair as you rubbed the mixture of tears and dirt from your cheeks. Just her bright smile alone would sometimes be enough to make you forget about your worries - but not today.
“My sweet child” she cooed, cradling you in her arms. “One day you’ll understand.”
However, this would be the last time you paid Asgard a visit - at least until now. Because no matter how deeply you wished to never meet him again, the words your mother spoke on that day haunted you all those years:
“For this is your duty as a princess.”
[Present Day - Asgard]
It felt so unreal when you stuck your head outside of the wooden carriage, the wind playing with your hair as your glare wandered over the rainbow bridge you were crossing.
Silence strained the air, your parents unable to do even so much as look into your eyes. Hel, how you wished this was only a dream.
Behind you was a whole company of Light Elves, transporting all of your belongings to what should be your homecountry from now on.
Now there was no way back, that much was sure.
You were supposed to meet your soon-to-be husband on that very same day, one day before your wedding to be precize.
One could only guess why you weren’t allowed to visit Asgard again for all those years, even though you were practically born just for this reason - for this person.
To become Loki’s bride was your involuntary purpose, and you couldn’t help but wonder what it would be like to be truly free.
Maybe your parents thought the God of Mischief to have a bad influence on their growing daughter, pulling you into his harmless yet dishonorable schemes. Or they simply feared you to refuse marrying said man if you got to know him better, finding out just what kind of person you were promised to.
Not that your parents were pleased either...everyone in the Nine Realms knew the stories.
To Odin, there was no point in hiding the disgrace his adoptive son had brought over Asgard. Not only was he responsible for an attack on Midgard, sacrificing thousands of lives for his own sake, drunken by greed for power.
But all of you were shocked to hear that Loki Odinson - or rather Laufeyson - was never Asgardian to begin with.
A Frost Giant.
Among your kind, they were known to be one of the most terrible abominations in the nine realms, and murderer of countless of your kind - and this should be the father to your future children?
Only thinking about this cruel twist of fate made you want to vomit...
So why did you agree to proceed with the preparations as if nothing had happened? How in Alfheim’s name could you reject their offer to wed you to Thor instead of that lunatic?
Was it that through your upbringing and royal duties, you had lost your own free will? Or simply fear of stepping aside the path that everyone had prepared for you?
It was probably the fact that you didn’t want to get into true love’s way...you and Thor stayed in brief contact through Heimdall, and you just knew how much that human girl meant to him.
You were kinda jealous, though...the concept of being in love was foreign to you, having a vague idea of it from novels only. But real life just wasn’t meant to be that was, was it?
You couldn’t escape your fate, that was what it was - for this treaty would unite both kingdoms, bringing peace and wealth for all of their inhabitants.
No way you could be so selfish as to decline...even if it meant you had to suffer for the rest of your life.
“My Ladyship, we have arrived!” a guard spoke as he knocked on the carriage door, with your parents hinting that you needed to step out first.
The very same guard now yelled from the pit of his lungs, making you feel the whole Kingdom of Asgard could hear. “Now arriving: Lady Y/N Y/L/N, eldest Princess of Alfheim and heir to the throne.”
You heared the people whispering as you took your first, insecure steps, blinded by the bright daylight.
“She’s so pale, like ice” or “Why are her ears like that?” were rather nice comments compared to others plainly calling you ugly, scary or a ‘disgrace’.
Of course your Kingdoms had been in a war for several decades, but this was long in the past - before your very birth, even. So what’s the reason you should bear with such hostility in the place everyone expected you to call ‘home’ from now on?
One thing was clear from the very beginning: You would never belong here.
“May I?” a dark, husky voice interrupted your self-pitying. You blinked heavily, still trying to adjust to all those golden surroundings, until your blurry vision finally cleared up.
“C’mon.” The voice belonged to the man in front of you, looking gravely nervous with sweat dripping from his forehead. He was reaching out a hand for you to take, and you gladly accepted since you didn’t want to embarass yourself further by falling out of the carriage.
And still, you managed to somehow miss a step and fall right into his arms. “Oh my, so clumsy” the man snickered as he catched you, clearing his throat as you grabbed onto his chest to regain balance. "Not very graceful for someone of your status.”
“And you are-” The words got stuck in your throat when you stared back into those eyes, their emerald green awaking memories you’d rather forgotten entirely. “L-Loki!”
“Exactly, my dear. The one and only.” Smooth and calm, he  pecked a kiss on the back of your hand, andyou couldn’t help but admire just how well he had aged: His wild locks were combed back, sharp features complimenting his face as he tried his best to give you his most innocent smile.
Yet you kept your guard up, always expecting him to somehow embarass you just for the fun of it. “When it comes to him, always expect the unexpected” Thor once warned you, and you won’t forget about it that easily.
“It’s a pleasure finally meeting you” was your firm declaration, only to be rewarded with a scoff. “You are speaking to the God of Lies, Lady Y/N - there is no use in trying to deceive me” he whispered into your ear, making you shiver in unpleasant anticipation.
“Carry her belongings to my rooms” he dismissed the servants with a simple gesture of his hand, offering his other arm for you to cling on as he escorted you through the palace.
The giant halls were almost empty, nothing like back on Alfheim where you and your brethren would enjoy each other’s company in midst of nature. A sole tear escaped your eye when you thought back to those carefree days, which are now over.
“Are you alright, m’lady?” Much to your surprise, your fiancé sounded honestly concerned about your well-being. “If you are tired, we can postpone our tour of the palace until you’ve rested.”
 “May I speak from the heart?” You gulped after finishing that sentence, scaring yourself with all the stories you’ve heared about this mad troublemaker.
Somehow you had the feeling that if you were to overstep your boundaries with that brute, it would have consequences beyond your imagination. He might seem generous and polite right this moment, but what would someone like him do if you enrage him? Countless images were circling in your head, one worse than the other.
Loki furrowed his brows, exhalinge deeply. For him, your expression was an open book to what you were thinking right now.
“Y/N, my dear Lady, if you want it or not: Starting tomorrow, we share a bond. I am deeply sorry that a veritable flower as you are had to end up with someone like me, but I promise to treat you as well as possible.”
Turning around so you’d not detect how it hurt him to speak from the heart, he added with a shaky voice “Yet there is no reason for you to hold back your hatred for me. No harm will come your way, I swear upon the little honor I have left.”
Even though his words made you feel a deep sympathy with the god, you weren’t quite sure if you could decipher truth or deceit in them. Maybe he just wanted to lure you into saying what you truly thought of him?
He’s right - you will have to spend the rest of your life with him, so don’t mess this up from the very start!
“I-I don’t hate you!” was the first thing you blurted out, grabbing onto his cloak. Loki turned around, rising his eyebrow as he scanned your face for any hint of a lie.
Althrough it was the truth, at least to a certain extend. You’ve seen each other only once, when you were still little. The rest is all tales and rumours, but you personally don’t have a reason to despise him.
There was no way you could promise to accept his past or heritage, let alone forgive him - yet as long as he’d treat you with respect, you’d return the favour.
“T-There’s just a question on my mind this whole time...aren’t you mad? I-I mean someone like- well...like you...” you gestured around awkardly, almost making him crack a smile. “I mean...I thought you wouldn’t let your parents dictate your life.”
Another deep sigh escaping his mouth, this times with his eyes closed. “This isn’t about Asgard or my adoptive parents. I choose my own path.”
Suddenly, Loki wrapped one arm around you, flicking his fingers with the free one.
“Hold onto me” he ordered indifferent as he casted his spell, teleporting both of you away before you could even comprehend, let alone ask him what he was doing.
It happened in the fraction of a second, yet felt like hovering through an empty space for an eternity.
“Now open your eyes.” You hadn’t even realized that you squeezed them shut during the shift, slowly opening them while Loki lifted your chin with his index finger.
The environment was magnificent. Had you ever seen something this beautiful in your whole life?
Obviously you had no clue where you were, but this was the first time seeing so much untouched nature on Asgard. There were flowers blooming in all colours imagineable, clear rivers crossing the lands in between grassy hills, and animals nearby a small forrest.
“It’s not like I didn’t educate myself about the Light Elves and their way of living” Loki stammered, unconsciously intertwining your fingers with yours as he watched you admiring the view. “So I could make you comfortable here, I mean.”
He plummeted down on the grass, still a little wet from the morning dew, and gestured for you to do the same. It was weird, actually, but also somehow adorable - how the infamous ‘Silver Tongue’ had lost his ability with words. “I’ve done very little right in my life full of wrongs. Hurt a lot of people.”
“Mmmhh” you hummed approvingly, not knowing what else to say - yet for some reason, you didn’t let go off of his hand, squeezing it ever so slightly.
“And even though I can’t possibly redeem myself, I wish to change for the better.” he muttered, rubbing the back of his head. “I just never knew how to start.”
Loki Odinson really was full of surprises. He was nothing like the child you’ve met long ago, and the complete opposite of what you imagined the ‘God of Mischief’ to be.
You had expected a power-hungry, selfish and cruel man to wed you - and yet there he was: Insecure and broken, only a shell of the person he once was.
Just what had you missed all those years? What things happened to break someone’s will like this?
And was he truly beyond repair?
“Those past weeks, I have visited Alfheim more times than you could comprehend” he giggled nervously, avoiding your eyes. “Concealed, of course.”
Well, that sounded kind of weird, but you knew better than to talk someone down who was just opening up to you. So your sole answer was “What for?”
“There was no way a criminal like me would still be seemed fit for this ceremony - and yet I was given this chance anyway. My mother told me that it was you who insisted on carrying on the arrangement, so...I just wanted to know what person would be willingly ruin their life.”
Something different was shining through the god’s orbs, and you couldn’t quite decipher it. Was it hope? Hope, that if you had given him a chance, his life could lead into a different direction? To change himself from the burden that was his birth title?
“I-I guess I don’t want to mess this up like I always do” he whimpered barely audible, before staring at you in shock and embarassment. Until now, he hadn’t realized just how vulnerable he made himself.
Just what the hell would you think about him now? You probably had lost any respect, or thought himself to be crazy. How weak...
So he was quick to put on the confident facade again, wearing his smug grin as if that all was just part of a big joke only he’d understand. But even though you barely knew him, he couldn’t fool you.
“Sometimes it’s enough just to try.” Your head turned from the sight of nature to your fiancé and back several times, before you brought up the courage and put a hand on his shoulder, whispering “So you can’t really mess this up.”
“Gladly you don’t seem to know yet just how much misery I cause.” He kept that thought to himself, to not scare you away.
“I am aware that you could never love someone like me, Y/N. But I can provide for you, dedicate myself to making you content with being my wife. My newfound purpose.”
The purpose of a war criminal - that sure put yourself under a lot of pressure. And still, it made you somewhat proud, and grateful as well. Because it was the first time someone valued you as a person, and not the princess of Alfheim.
Unaware of how much time had passed, both of you would get used to each other’s presence in silence, enjoying the nature while you processed this eventful day.
Exhausted from the long travel and all that rollercoaster of emotion, you soon found yourself dazzling into sleep onto Loki’s shoulder. If only you could see him adore you, staring in awe that someone could actually feel so safe in his presence.
Carefully, the god picked you up, gently lifting you on his arms to make your way back to the palace, where everyone was frantically searching for both of you. Well, Loki was used to trouble -  but right now, it was worth it.
May it be right or wrong, and even though you couldn’t explain this sentiment, you had a good feeling when it came to the things that were just about to come.
“You won’t regret your decision, Y/N Y/L/N. On my side, I assure you a bright future.”
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mischievoushiddleston · 3 hours ago
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Plot: Loki and Bucky spend a night of passion with a woman. It was supposed to be just one night, but the three don't know yet that one night wouldn't be enough for Bucky, Loki and Y/N...
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Chapter 10
Y / N, Bucky and Loki were heard from Loki by a loud knock on the door. The three moans annoyed and foggy from sleep. "Get out of here!" Loki yelled and put his forearm in front of his eyes for the light.
"Your Majesty, I come with a message from the All-Father." The diner's voice came through the door. Y / N propped up on her forearms and looked at Loki and Bucky. The two men sat up, the blanket only covering their lower half. Y / N pulled the covers up to her shoulders.
"Come in!" Loki called annoyed. The diner stepped into the room immediately and when he saw the three he quickly averted his gaze. "What is so urgent to disturb my early morning rest?" "
The Allfather requests your presence in the throne room, Prince Loki." He explained and Loki dismissed him with a wave of his hand. Loki got out of bed, completely naked, and snapped his fingers, a green shimmer surrounded him and he was wearing a simple green linen shirt and black pants.
"I'll see you at breakfast, Y / N, Bucky." He explained, kissing Y / N on her lips before leaving the room. Bucky lay down on the bed again and took Loki's pillow, he put it in front of his eyes. Y / N smiled mischievously and crawled under his covers. She kissed the tip of his cock and took the tip in her mouth. Y / N sucked on it and put more of it in her mouth.
"God ... Y / N ..." Bucky groaned and wrapped her hair around his metal fist. She took more of his cock in her mouth and began to stroke what she couldn't put in her mouth with her hand. He lifted his hips and started poking her mouth. Y / N stroked his balls and her free hand wandered over her body. She opened her crease and ran her finger over her pussy. Y / N licked his cock and stuck a finger in her pussy. She quickly pumped her fingers into her and quickly rubbed her clit with her thumb when she felt Bucky's cock begin to pulsate. His sperm filled her mouth and after a few more seconds Y / N began to shake uncontrollably when she came. Bucky pulled away the blanket covering her and pulled her up to him. "You're a naughty girl, Y / N." Bucky smiled. Y / N leaned down and kissed him before getting out of bed. They both got ready quickly and left the room and were taken from a diner to the dining room.
Meanwhile Loki stood in front of Odin, who was sitting in his golden throne. “What did you think of your little theater? We are the mockery of the nine realms. ”Odin said angrily.
"What kind of theater?" Loki smiled mischievously. "I just danced with my girlfriend and her other boyfriend."
“Loki, you should be careful what you do. You're a Prince of Asgard, ”Odin admonished as if he were a little child. "Not only did you fall in love with a mortal woman, no, you share her like a cheap whore with another man."
"Odin, you may be King Asgard, but should you call Y / N a whore again, it will be your last word." Loki explained and smiled wickedly.
“You dare to threaten me? I could throw you in dungeon for that. "
"We both know you won't because Mother won't agree." Loki spread his arms and disappeared into a green mist with a sly smile. He appeared next to Y / N and stole a grape from her plate. "Have you already started to eat breakfast?"
"No, just me and I eat for two." Y / N smiled and continued to eat, unimpressed by Loki's little trick.
"It occurs to me that we should visit the healers today and then we can see Asgard." Loki took another grape from Y / N. "
Stop eating my food, Loki." Y / N said playfully. He smiled and the three began to eat.
"So what did Odin want with you?" Bucky asked, interested.
"He wanted what he always wanted, just to determine everything." Loki explained briefly. He caressed her flat stomach briefly. Shortly after breakfast, the three of them went to the healing chamber and were received by Astrid Jörgendottier.
"Your Highness, what brings you to the healing chamber?" She bows.
"I want absolute discretion and that not a word that is uttered leaves this room." Loki ordered sternly and coolly.
"Of course, my prince." Astrid confirmed and asked the three to follow her. She asked the other healers to leave the room. "I'm Astrid." She imagined Y / N and Bucky.
"I'm Y / N and this is Bucky." Y / N explained and Astrid smiled. They followed her into the healing chamber.
"What can I do for you?" She asked, looking at Loki. The two men opened their mouths awkwardly. Y / N couldn't believe that the silver tongue couldn't find any more words.
"I'm pregnant." Y / N explained with a smile.
"Congratulations. Please lie down on the couch. ”Astrid explained and Y / N lay down on the golden couch. A golden projection of her body formed over her and Y / N watched her intently. “It seems to me that you are two weeks pregnant. You can see the babies here. ”She pointed to two small dots in the projection in the belly of Y / N. She leaned on her arms and the three looked at Astrid in surprise.
"Babies?" All three asked at the same time.
Taglist is open! @smoke-and-sunsets @everybitch @coco-puffses
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theenbycousin · 3 hours ago
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I want Mobius to boop Loki’s nose and for Loki to look affronted; I want Mobius to pat Loki on the back and for the camera to pan in to Loki’s bewildered expression and I want Mobius and Loki to lean on each other as they walk bc they’re so exhausted and I want Loki to have an increasing dilemma about why Mobius is being kind to him and I want Mobius to know about his confusion and keep being genuine to him and I want Mobius to almost get attacked and Loki to step in and protect him and for Mobius to look up at him in awe and I want Loki to be afraid of his sentiment and to pin Mobius against the elevador wall to scare him and for Mobius to give him a soft grin and say “still a little pussycat” and I want Loki to trip Mobius then catch him on instinct and I just want them to lean on each other and love each other unconditionally and without betrayal or expectations okay is that so much to ask for, Marvel, ya wee cunts
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mellowavengersstuff · 5 hours ago
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Loki series
Please do not repost, copy or translate my work without express permission! :)
{will be updated every week after the new episode comes out}
Summary: You and Loki find each other in the TVA. There's a new journey to go on, together.
Loki - the start of a journey
The variant 2.0
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axlegasm · 6 hours ago
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IMAGINE #7 ㅡㅡ LOKI
         ̄ ̄ warning ¡ nsfw
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"Seeing those lovely bruises and marks made me searing in pleasure, however, it's not making me satisfied, pet. I want to see your pathetic cry, hear your sinful scream until your throat becomes dry, and lastly, feel your body shudder while I pound my cock into you roughly as well as seeing those saliva drooling from corners of your mouth." 
Grinning in satisfaction as he watched you get flustered easily, trying to cover your flushed cheeks with your arm. He then brought his hand up to hold your chin, making sure that his face and yours were close enough to say. "Next time, do not misbehave. Understood?"
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allrhodesleadtoeden · 9 hours ago
will the Loki in your fic ever look at the memories with the reader? like in the TVA or with his powers? Just wondering if you had that planned.
I think someone asked me that in the comments on ao3 as well and the answer is YES! I haven't quite figured out how to go about it for sure, but it's part of the plan!!
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anonymousfiction211 · 9 hours ago
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Loki’s game: 6
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First day on the new job
‘You’re late’ Loki grumbled, while not looking up from his book. You looked at the clock ‘only 5 minutes’ you replied. Loki was sitting at your desk in your office. Giving you no other choice than to sit on the opposite desk. He didn’t say anything to you or even looked at you. ‘So… what do you need of me?’ you asked him. Loki then looked at you with eyes full of mischief. ‘You, my darling, are going to hack into the S.H.I.E.L.D. files and find everything you can find about the Tesseract’ he said. It took a moment for you to register what he said. ‘No way, if they found out I will be put in jail’ you told him.
Loki gave you a wide grin. ‘Best not get caught then’ he said. When you didn’t move he sighed. ‘Tony, Bruce and Steve will back you up if Fury finds out. We believe there is something they’re not telling is’ he explained. ‘Fine’ you grumbled. It was going to take you the whole day anyway to get past the security. In the meantime, you could confirm with Tony about all of this. You got your laptop and turned it on.
‘Aren’t you hot?’ he asked, gesturing at your sweater
‘What?’ you asked
‘I asked if you weren’t getting warm? Since you’re wearing such a big sweater’
‘I’m fine’ you grumbled. You had spent too long doubting what to wear today. You had three options, wearing the shirt Loki changed for you, wearing a red shirt and piss him off or wearing a completely different shirt. To play on the safe side you had put on the dark green T-shirt but put a large sweater on as well. Hoping to cover up your outfit.
Loki just grinned widely at you. He got up and adjusted the temperature of the room. He sat back down and went on with his own research. You ignored it for now and got busy with your own work. Luckily for you the rest of the morning the both of you worked in silence. Steve came to get you for lunch, and you gladly accepted it. During lunch he was checking up on you, wondering how your first morning with Loki went on and if you needed some help. You checked with him about hacking S.H.I.E.L.D. and even he reassured you that you would not get into trouble.
You came back from lunch and your office felt like a million degrees. You went back to your laptop, but it was getting harder to focus. Sweat drops were beginning to form on your forehead. You looked at Loki who was studying some papers, really focusing. Hoping he wouldn’t notice you took off your sweater, revealing the green T-shirt. To your surprise Loki didn’t look up or even commented on it, so you went back to your work. A few hours passed and you were finally getting into the groove, you forget how much fun hacking was.
Suddenly you felt two hands grab your shoulders from behind. It snapped you out of your trance and you shrieked a little. ‘You look rather ravishing today, pet’ Loki purred right into your ear. Before you could respond your chair was pulled backwards and his hands were in your hair. He pulled it rather hard, making you hiss in pain. He pulled you up and bent you over the desk. His free hand started to roam and squeeze your butt. You whimpered as he touched and stroke you. He lifted slipped his hands under your shirt, his fingers leaving a trail of goosebumps wherever he touched you.
‘Loki, stop’ you panted. Hating how your voice came out wanton and needy. ‘Why? I bet when I slip my fingers beneath your folds I will find you wet and ready’ he mused. You felt his hands started to undo the button from you pants. You started to squirm, making him laugh darkly at you. He let go of your hair and pulled down your pants and underwear. You felt exposed, but somehow couldn’t get yourself to move. ‘Already so compliant’ Loki praised you. Two fingers slipped between your folds and the moan that lift your lips made you embarrassed. Loki let out a low growl. You heard his zipper pull down and he retracted his fingers. You didn’t have time to whimper from the empty feeling, because his hardened cocked slipped inside of you.
You were so wet by now, he met no resistance. His started a relentless pace. With every trust the air was knocked out of your longs. You felt your orgasm build up rapidly and cursed him for it in your mind. Loki grabbed your hips almost painfully to increase his pace. He was rutting into you like a beast. ‘When I saw you take your sweater off I almost lost it’ he grunted. Loki’s thrusts were becoming sloppier, and you felt your own orgasm getting closer and closer. With a loud grunt Loki came and you felt his seed spill inside of you. He stilted inside of you until his breath evened out. He retracted from you and fixed his clothes straight.
You were still leaning on the desk. Your orgasm was still close, but was slowly ebbing away. You were still wet, horny, and now seed was dripping from you pussy on your thighs. You slowly got up and turned around. Loki’s face showed the most sadistic smile you had seen so far. ‘W- w..’ you started but couldn’t form a coherent thought or sentence. The only thing you wanted right now was for Loki to start fucking you like he did a minute ago. He grabbed your chin and gave you a kiss. ‘If you want to come today, you can visit me tonight. You know where to find me’ he winked at you. And suddenly he was gone.
You blinked a few times before you realized he was really gone. You were absolutely furious. How dared he to use you like that, and then expected you to come begging towards him. You let out a frustrated groan, pulled up your pants and made your way to your own room. You threw the clothes in the hamper and got under the shower to clean yourself up. After a long hot shower, you still were suer pissed at Loki. You got even more pissed at dinner when Loki completely ignored you, he didn’t even look at you. It only added to your anger.
After dinner you got back to your room. You tried to relax but and up pacing around. You actual were considering taking him up on his offer. You needed a release and Loki knew how to get you there, fast. But if you did, you would be accepting the way he treated you today, and you weren’t about to do that. No, he needed a taste of his own medicine. You didn’t know what you would exactly do, but you needed to yell at him. So, you stormed out of your room and into his. If he was startled by you bursting into his room, he didn’t show it. ‘Ah, took you long enough’ he commented. He looked amused by your angry body language.
‘Listen, this stops HERE! We are DONE! Do you hear me? No more games, no more fucking it ENDS NOW!!’ you screamed at him. He quickly got up and in a few paces stood very close to you. You saw anger in his eyes, but there was also a twinkle you couldn’t quite place. ‘Why is that?’ he asked like he truly couldn’t think of any reason why you were so angry. You scoffed ‘You can’t be serious. I don’t have to explain myself. I was just letting you know’. You turned around to walk out, but Loki grabbed your wrists and pulled you flush against him. ‘What has gotten into you, kitten?’ he asked again.
‘You, I hate what you did to me’ you said accusingly.
‘You seemed to enjoy it at the time’ he purred.
‘Just, let me go’ you set while struggling against him. His grip only tightened around you.
‘Is it that you didn’t got to come?’ he said with an innocent look.
You felt yourself heat up and knew that you were blushing hard. Suddenly Loki grabbed you by the waist and threw you over his shoulder. You yelped in surprise and asked what he thought he was doing. He threw you on the bed and was on you immediately and pinned you down with his weight. ‘FINE, if you want to come that badly I’ll make you come until you beg me to stop!’ he growled. ‘And you know what I will do than?’ he asked you. He grinned so widely his teeth were showing. There was nothing remotely civil about him anymore, his look was full of lust. He looked like a feral beast and you were his prey. ‘N- no..’ you stuttered. He put his lips on your earlobe and his tongue licked it, making you moan slightly. ‘I’m going to ignore you’ he told you in a low seductive voice.
Tags: @delightfulheartdream​ @the-best-phineas​ @theaudacitytowrite
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“It’s been 5 years now” chapter 2 will be out tomorrow, I’m not sure tho. I’m currently camping so it makes it a little difficult to write and post stuff but I’ll try my best to make sure chapter 2 is up tomorrow .
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feral-yearning · 13 hours ago
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Pairing: Reader x Loki
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Relevant tags: non-canon compliant, secret relationship, 18+, degradation, praise
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Warning(s): 18+ explicit
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Prompt: credit to @screnwriter
"A and B are dancing with other people, their eyes move across the dance floor, only to land on each other’s, they lock eyes, and their eyes stay locked on each other during the whole dance… even though they’re dancing… with other people"
You are never unprepared for a battle.
Though you were an archer in principle, you always had a number of concealed close-range weapons on your person despite the event. Experience told you that there was no shortage of enemies that would take advantage of any level of distraction. As a lady-in-waiting to Frigga herself, you had long since decided that there was never going to be a time in which you were not ready to defend your queen.
For this particular occasion (a celebration of peace in the nine realms), you took great care in concealing three knives. The first was sheathed in a pocket that had hurriedly been sewn into the bodice of your gown and easily accessed if you ripped back the fabric. The second dagger -- your favorite if you had to choose -- had a curved blade that was specially cursed so as to put your enemies to sleep. With that in mind, you elected to strap it to your thigh in its sheath. The third and smallest dagger was concealed in the sleeve of your gown so that you could slip it down to your palm without notice.
Sadly enough, it seemed that this revel would not be exciting enough to prompt the use of any of the three.
There were two grand speeches, one from Odin and the other from Frigga. The eating, drinking, and dancing commenced soon after and, unsurprisingly, the most raucous circle surrounded Thor and the Warriors Three.
From your spot beside Queen Frigga, you watch them tell the same tales of greatness that they had at the last celebration. You suppose that you should likely be glad they have no new stories, their battles did worry Frigga. The only audience member that is not laughing heartily is Loki, though the fact that he is also the only one not heavily drinking might explain that.
"Will you dance?"
You peel your eyes away from the vaguely amused smile decorating the younger prince and turn to find an identical one adorn his mother's lips. If you weren't so well composed, you might have blushed.
"No, I don't think I will," you say, offering an apologetic smile of your own. "I find that it is much more difficult to guard when I'm not actually guarding."
Frigga laughs airily, taking a sip of her ale. "Your dedication to going above and beyond the call of duty, while admirable, is not necessary at such an event."
"My Lady," you begin, hesitance evident in your tone.
"Do you not believe that I am capable of defending myself until you returned to my side?" She asks, her eyes narrowed in a playful challenge.
With that, you are forced to resign to her will rather than contradict her power. "I do not have a partner," you admit, turning your eyes toward the dance floor. Though that is not a lie, you do feel vaguely victorious in realizing that you could not decide to dance without a partner.
"And no one could possibly be introduced at a party," Queen Frigga retorted, resting her hand gently on your mid back.
Frigga wheels you around to face the dance floor and the moment you are turned from the circle of storytellers, there is the sensation of eyes burning into your back. You find yourself being gently forced to the edge of the crowded dance floor. The very first man you encounter there, a royal gardener, jumps at the opportunity to fulfill Frigga's request that he be your dance partner. You obediently take his outstretched hand and shoot Frigga a thinly veiled look of petulance before following your partner to the dance floor.
The moment you are otherwise occupied, the queen slips back into the crowd and disappears from your field of view. You suppose that she must have something to attend to that you were standing in the way of. It is fairly frustrating to wait on a woman that does not want to divulge details of her goings on... but you genuinely adore her anyway.
Though you were against the idea as a whole, you do enjoy being twirled around the dance floor by your new partner. He isn't much in terms of a conversation partner, but he does have strong hands and is able to lift you into the air at the appropriate time. You finish your first dance together and clap for the musicians along with the rest of the crowd. Your eyes scan the crowd of storytellers and can't find Frigga anywhere. You note that you can't seem to find Loki either and decide that she must be addressing him privately. You commit to one more dance before you set off to find her.
Frigga had once jokingly remarked that your eye was more watchful than even Heimdall's.
The applause dies down and you turn your attention to your partner. You suppose that he is rather handsome once you give him a chance to make an impression. He's tall, broad-shouldered, and his days in the grand gardens gave his skin a sun-kissed glow that you were not completely unaffected by. Still, you cannot engage each other for more than a few word-sparse pleasantries.
As the next piece is queued up, couples enter and exit the dance floor. When the music begins again, you can't help but notice that the younger prince is only a few yards away and clasping the hand of an objectively beautiful woman. It irks you, though you refuse to acknowledge that feeling. Instead you note that Frigga isn't with him and turn your attention back to your own partner.
At least... you try.
You move lightly through the steps, smiling more broadly than you had before so as to disguise the growing heat of your temper. With every turn, you were forced to acknowledge that Loki's eyes were unashamedly fixed on you.
If he truly wasn't with his mother, then there was no reason for him to presume that your coupling with this gardener was born from personal preference. He might be the God of Mischief, but even he did not dare contradict the almighty that was his mother.
Nonetheless, his eyes glow. He isn't simply dissatisfied by this arrangement of partners, he is smoldering with jealous rage.
A soft blush rises to your cheeks before you realize that he had every opportunity to ask you to the floor himself. He had scarcely deigned to glance in your direction before you were being guided away by his mother. You have every right to find another partner, though you hadn't felt the want.
Your indignation overtakes your embarrassment and you declare as much by meeting Loki with defiance that equaled his accusatory glare. You twirl with more vigor and enthusiasm, your smile widens, and yet when your eyes meet Loki's your true state of mind is betrayed.
Indulging such dangerous feelings as jealousy and indignation when considering Loki's station compared to your own thrills you to your core. And, though he is clearly incensed by the way your partner holds you close, you are sure that his heart quickens that same as yours every time your eyes lock together.
Eventually, the second dance ends. You offer a curtsey to your dance partner and then step away, pushing through the crowd that does not part for you the way it did with Frigga. Your step is as swift as your pulse, guiding you toward the royal dais that you had stood by some time ago. Frigga has not returned, though you do not doubt her safety as much as your own.
You scan the crowd as quickly as you can before retreating toward the nearest door. You don't spare a moment to scan for your pursuer, needing to maintain whatever lead you have. Moments are valuable when you are being pursued by a truly intimidating predator.
You exit the hall and find yourself on a balcony that is littered with couples and small groups, all trying to find the space for conversation. Rather than retreating, you rush to the nearest staircase and descend quickly, ungracefully hauling the majority of your skirt over one arm so that you don't trip. If anyone was watching, they would see the curved dagger strapped to your thigh.
It almost seems that you're successful when you hit the lower level, but you don't stop moving until you are far enough to hear only the very distant chatter of those on the outdoor balcony.
The moment you stop to catch your breath beside a large bronze statue you are plainly reminded that you are, in fact, trying to escape a god.
"Why run?" Loki asks, his voice unaffected by the chase. You reluctantly turn to face him, smoothing your skirts and attempting to stand on what little composure you have left.
"Why pursue?"
"Call it a hunter's instinct," he offers along with a deceptively apologetic smile.
The hair on the back of your neck stands up.
"I never took you for much of a hunter," you respond quietly, listening intently to the breeze. "I applied that to the other brother."
Loki chuckles amiably and took a few steps toward the balcony, forcing you to take equal steps until you are facing away from the bronze statue's pedestal. At the very least, you can be sure that he isn't behind you.
"I would not presume to say that I am as widely successful a hunter as my brother, no. But where Thor gathers any trophy that happen across his path --" Loki shimmers and melts out of view only to finish his sentence mere inches from your ear," -- I choose my prey rather carefully."
You swallow thickly, your eyes focused on the pillar that his mirage had been standing in front of.
"And are you successful?"
"I am."
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levithestripper · 14 hours ago
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Really want Loki to run his warm hands through my hair, twirling the ends of it as he goes. Laying across from me in bed, stroking my cheek and talking to me about his day.
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zemosimp05 · 15 hours ago
Prompt :Jealous Y/N x Loki. Congratulations on 500 ❤
*Random TVA girl eyeing up the god of Mischief*
Tva girl: So Y/N... Loki is your Boyfriend boyfriend? Or you two just messing around!?
Y/N : *narrowing eyes* Bitch if I stab you... Will you be dead Dead or just not breathing?
*Loki encountering this from a distance with a proud face*
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bxckybarness · 15 hours ago
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You Have Me
part of “in love, out of time: TVA drabbles
summary: you’re feeling homesick and turn to loki for comfort
word count: 1330+
a/n: i’m well aware this is way too long to be considered a drabble, but it fits the theme so it’s a drabble as far as i’m concerned lol. also, if you have any ideas for more loki/reader tva drabbles, send them my way!
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You had showed up at the TVA not much longer before Loki had. You had thought it was a joke at first, because you hadn’t meddled in time travel and had never heard of this supposed time agency. You had literally just decided to walk a different route to work and that, apparently, had been the cause of you strolling right into the arms of some TVA agents. They spoke about you altering the timeline by changing routes and how you were never supposed to be on that road before marching you through a portal and into a very intimidating courtroom. Not what you had expected on a Monday morning, that’s for sure.
You had stood trial before an ominous judge, pleading for your life – all because you chose to walk on a different street. You, like many, many others, had been sentenced to be “reset.” But right as they held the stick to your chest, Mobius had stood up, objected and offered, instead, a place on his team. That’s how you had been introduced to the Loki variant case and eventually, Loki himself.
You were thankful that Mobius had saved you. You hadn’t understood what it meant to be reset during your trial, but knowing what you did now, you were incredibly thankful you hadn’t been subjected to that pain. You did enjoy your new job. It was fun to learn about and visit different periods of time. It was exciting to track down rogue variants and feel the adrenaline when you found them. Honestly, you felt powerful, you know, despite the unimportance of superpowers within the TVA. It was fun and exciting, but wow were you tired.
You were tired of waking up to the same bland walls, working off the same desk, eating the same average food. You missed your family and your friends. You desperately wanted to bask in the fresh air again and go for a walk outside, preferably in your own timeline and maybe right where you left off. You could really go for some of your mom’s homemade lasagna, too. But none of that was available to you now, and it never would be again. The closest you could get to that was watching the TVA’s official tapes documenting your life – but even that didn’t feel real to you.
On this particular night, you were really feeling homesick. It had happened by complete accident, too. You, Loki and Mobius had been sitting together at dinner, eating the average cafeteria food, when Mobius brought up the topic of New York, wanting to know more about it. The conversation was exciting and allowed you to reminisce about your favorite places in the city, but had left you drained and desperate for home. After the conversation slowed down, you had quickly excused yourself to your TVA assigned room, where you had been since.
You sighed as you stood from your spot on your bed, sick of being sad and alone, and desperately wanting some company. It was well past dinnertime by now and you assumed everyone would be checking in for the night. Your assumption was proven true when you opened your door and found the hallway empty and almost completely silent. The silence, while sometimes welcoming, was slightly unnerving tonight.
It didn’t take you long to walk the small distance to Loki’s room and place a timid knock on his door. You had never visited his room before. In fact, you’re not sure you’ve ever done anything together outside of work hours. You considered him a good friend of yours, maybe even felt something more, so you just hoped that he wouldn’t scoff at your presence for showing up randomly and this late. Suddenly you’re nervous. God, you shouldn’t have come here – he isn’t known for being the best at emotional situations-
The door swings open.
“Well, isn’t this is a surprise,” he says, smoothly, but upon noticing the solemn look on your face, he frowns.
“I- I needed someone,” you reply softly.
He studies you for a minute, as if trying to determine the validity of your words, before gesturing for you to follow him into his space. You walk in and immediately fall onto the small couch in the center of the room, while Loki moves to sit opposite you. You sit in silence for a few moments and you can feel his gaze on you. You hope he can’t sense the flurry of thoughts in your mind.
“You look upset,” Loki says, eyes still glued to the side of your head.
You can’t help but laugh at his statement. You never were good at hiding your emotions.
“Uh, yeah. I’m just,” you sigh, not wanting to overwhelm him. “I just miss home.”
So much for not overwhelming him, because tears are suddenly running down your face and you can’t make them stop. In the past few weeks, you had been taken from your home, thrown into this new life, and told you would never go back ever again. It was all very…intense.
Loki doesn’t exactly know what to do once he notices the tears on your face. He was all for talking and he loved conversation, but he wasn’t exactly good with emotion. But he cared for you more than he would like to admit and he found himself upset that something was intruding on your joy. He preferred to see a smile on your face, not this pained expression.
He sighs and shuffles closer to you, a timid arm wrapping around your shoulders. You find immediate comfort in his touch and lay your head on his shoulder.
“That’s nothing to be ashamed about,” Loki starts softly, subconsciously rubbing his thumb over your shoulder, “I feel it too, sometimes.”
“It’s just so different here,” you sniffle. “I feel like an outsider, alone..”
Loki’s heart breaks at your words – partially because he’s been feeling that way too and partially because he hates to see you this way.
“Well, darling, you’re not alone. Like it or not, you have me,” he says.
Something about the way the sentence leaves his lips makes you look up at him and you’re shocked to find concern laced deep into his gaze. His eyes meet yours and he smiles softly. He moves his hand from your shoulder and uses it wipe the tears from your cheeks, but continues to hold your face even after the tears are gone.
“I’m not the best at this, so bear with me,” he mumbles, taking a second to form his words, “I know I can’t take you back to New York, but by the Norns, I will do my best to make sure you feel at home here. It’s the least I can do.”
You blush softly at his words and bring your hand up to cover his, “The least you can do? Why?”
He opens his mouth to continue speaking, but stops, almost as if he’s second guessing his words. He sighs and smiles, deciding to say them anyway, “I care for you more than I’ve cared for anyone before. Knowing you’re happy, will make me so, as well.”
“Well, I suppose the feeling’s mutual,” you say before moving your head to lie on his shoulder again, “You’re different than I expected, Loki Laufeyson.”
“Is that a good thing?” he retorts, the concern in his voice now replaced with his usual joking tone.
“The best thing.”
He laughs and turns to place a soft kiss on your head, his arm returning to its place around your shoulders. You fit together comfortably, like it was meant to be and suddenly you find yourself forgetting the misery and loneliness you had felt only minutes earlier. You might not be in New York and you might never get to experience real life again, but that didn’t mean life at the TVA couldn’t be just as good. Even with its bland walls, boring desks and average food, you would be okay – thanks to the man who would be at your side.
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squishneedsahero · 16 hours ago
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This would be why I haven’t released anything new in the last week... I might break it into two parts cause I’m maybe halfway through 🥴
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whirlybirbs · 16 hours ago
Variant Loki crashing when he sees fake wife in traditional asgardian robes
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FROM THE VOID, WITH LOVE  |  a time disguise
summary: you prepare to test the theory.
pairing: loki / f!reader
a/n: this is a fun concept to play with and lemme tell you, i am having a ball with the now frustrated loki and clueless doc. it's great. here's some build up before we see prince loki, our favorite boy. this is shorter than usual! this gif is by @theavengers from this set! a little (WINK) reference.
[   MASTERPOST   ]
Mobius knows this is a bad idea.
God. It's such a bad idea.
Arguably the worst idea he's ever had — or, well... The worst idea he's ever let you have and helped follow through on.
Ravonna is going to have his head on a silver platter.
Not only for purposely diverging a moment in the Sacred Timeline, regardless of pruning, but for actually waltzing on down to the Evidence floor and digging up little disguises for himself, Loki, and you.
This is ridiculous.
(They're from an Asgardian cultural inquest, back before the Gorsbach Incident which effective implemented strict armor and uniform mandates across the organization.
There's a set of royal armor which Mobius lets Loki commandeer, just so he can keep his face covered, and servant robes which Mobius himself hops into. The last piece is gown that you are currently wrestling with behind the shelves, away from prying eyes.)
Mobius is two beats from calling this whole thing off when you finally give a little sigh of relief and round the corner of the Evidence Section 68-9A — and he can feel Loki's sudden shift in composure.
His armor is heavy and as he shifts from boot to boot it tinkers.
The helmet covers his mop of hair well enough that a quick glance doesn't scream God of Mischief — but Mobius can see his expression well enough to know the God is impressed. Or, is that... interest?
The TVA Agent smirks to himself.
He'll be surprised, frankly, if the Royal Prince of Asgard doesn't ask for a dance.
The gown is intricate — belted at the waist with gilded embellishments and and a delicate heart-shaped neckline that sits neatly across your décolletage. It's clearly something a noble-person would wear. The form beats the function. The off-the-shoulder sleeves attached to the bodice billow out by your hands.
Flowing. Pretty.
Regal.
(This feels like a cruel joke to Loki.)
Mobius grins. "Well, don't you look nice."
"It's a bit tight," you inhale and gesture to the bodice, "But it works."
Loki clears his throat beside Mobius. "I thought you hated green."
"I do," you remind him gently and gather the long, emerald, chiffon skirt in your hands. You slip your eyes over his current outfit and hum, "Never took you for the knightly type."
He feels hot under your gaze.
"Oh, please. It's Royal armor," he mutters, "And it's heavy. Can we get this over with? Our dear Doctor, robbing the cradle—"
"You're only two hundred years younger where we're going," you gawk, slapping at the gauntlet on his wrist, "Stop making it weird."
"I am young and naive. And arrogant."
"Gee, I'm glad the arrogance withstood the test of time."
Loki narrows his eyes at you. "Mind your manners, my Lady."
It's a low croon.
He watches as you push past him in a brush of skirts, eyes rolling in their sockets — and the open back of the gown has him rolling his jaw. He pulls his gaze away and catches Mobius smirking. The God decides to ignore the look; pursuing that line of questioning would only dig his hole deeper.
"Are we quite ready?" he asks instead, "I am still a bit upset we decided to test this theory first—"
Mobius, in his rather casual set of woolen garments, scoffs. He procures his Time Door device and rocks back on his heels.
"Everyone know the plan?" he asks, "We'll only have about 32 minutes in there, but it's subject to change depending on how much of a ripple we cause. I'll have the reset charge on me. We stick together. Got it?"
That last bit was directed at Loki.
You and Mobius watch him.
Green eyes flash between you both.
His voice is incredulous.
"Why are you both look at me like that?"
And off to Asgard you go.
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It’s been 5 years now (Chapter 1)
(This chapter is just a recap but this series will be around The falcon the winter soldier time)
Pairing: Zemo x reader, and Loki x reader (past time).
Warnings: Death, depression, alcohol.
A/N: this is my first time writing and fanfic so I’m sorry if the spelling is incorrect (I did this In one sitting) but I would love to hear feedback❤️
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“It’s been five years now” is that everyone told you. “Get over him”. “He was just a guy”. But you didn’t know how to get over him, Loki was your world and he wasn’t just a guy. He was the love of your life.
you had to watch Loki get killed right in front of you, while you were being pinned down by Thanos’s children. You wished that you could do something but it was hopeless, you were to weak. As you watched Loki being strangled by Thanos all you could do is stare in horror, but when you heard a crake you knew what just happened. But you didn’t want to believe it. When Thanos carried his body towards you and Thor and dropped it like it was nothing, he just disappeared leaving you and Thor on a ship that was about to explode. You and Thor both started crying over Loki’s body, Thor looked that you and tried to smile but tears ran down his face.
“I’m so sorry, Y/N” Thor said with a weak voice.
All you could manage to do is hold both Loki and Thor’s hand, you looked that Loki and kisses him cheek and said
“I’m so sorry My love, I’ve let you down. I was supposed to protect you…we were supposed to grow old together on earth, I was gonna show you the world”.
You slowly laid right beside Loki and closed your eyes.
Then the guardians found you and Thor alive (somehow) and helped you guys out. Thor and you tried looking for Thanos wanting revenge for what he did along side Rocket and Groot. You all went everywhere, eventually to earth, in Wakanda. The avengers were there fighting (as always). But it was different this time. This time the avengers lost, which caused half of the population to get blipped.
After the BIG lose you all went back to avengers compound to make a plan to bring everyone back. But after all that planing and even Tony coming back and Captain Marvel arriving, it didn’t work. You had no choice but to go back to your apartment in Berlin where you were for the last 5 years. During all those years alone you fell into a depression and started drinking to ease the pain of lose and grief.
One day Natasha showed up to your apartment and told you the plan to time travel to get the stone so you could bring everyone back, right when you heard the plan you knew you were in. You all time traveled and got the stones and managed to bring everyone back from the blip. You used the stones to snap Thanos and his army away but lost Tony and Nat during the process and Steve got old.
After Tony’s funeral you went to your apartment and have been there for two weeks just watching Netflix shows and binge eating from all the sadness and grief.
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As you were sitting on your couch in your living room watching “the office”. You heard a knock at your door and paused your show to go get the door. When you opened the door you seen Sam, Bucky, and Zemo… your old friend.
“Hello Darling” said the Baron.
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abbyfromohio · 17 hours ago
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I know disney wont give me the Mobius Loki content i want. I know they are cowards. Im looking forward to the brave ao3 writers who will take matters into their own hands and give me what i DESERVE!!!
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