#loki's chambermaid

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Cockwarming Loki

Summary: You ask Loki if you could cock warm him.

Paring: Loki X ChamberMaid! Reader

Word count: 1.5k+

Warnings: 18+!! smut, unprotected sex, sir kink, cock warming, slight mention and an indication of dom/sub dynamic, riding Lokis cock, spanking,tiny fluff at the end, overuse of the words cock and pet (sorry not sorry), love confession ish. ^ I think that's all but as always please let me know if I forgot to tag something!

A/N 1: This is inspired by @sarahscribbles Loki takeover with this question, and this is also my submission to her 𝐁𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐡𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐂𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 I use fluff prompt: "It's you. It's always been you." and Smut prompt: "I told you that you would start begging eventually.".

I also dedicated this to @loopsisloops as well :)

A/N 2: This is my first time writing something like this so I hope you don't have high expectations because I feel like this could b better !! 💀

Loki's relationship with you was peculiar, not just friends, but more than just his maid. "Lovers" wasn't the right word to describe it either, but deep down you both knew there was something more going on between you two than just sex. 

When it came to sex, you were Loki's and he ensured you knew it; you were his pet and plaything. He has demonstrated and exposed you to a variety of things. You were his submissive and he was your dominant, and you both entrusted each other with the mental and physical parts of your body.  

Since Loki was the one who usually brought you new things to try and teach you, imagine his surprise when you approached him and asked if you may try to cockwarm him. He was nearly at a loss for words until he remembered you were his tiny pet, and where could you learn about such a thing? You weren't stupid when it came to sexual actions, but you'd never been one to make a recommendation.

" Do you want to cockwarm me, darling? I'm not against the idea, but where did you get that word, mhm?" He questioned, his voice amused, as he anticipated your response.

You cast a bashful glance up at him as you shift from your right to your left foot. "I read it in one of your books, and I was wondering if you wanted me to try to cockwarm you because it's something we haven't done." You stood there uneasily staring at him, waiting for him to respond. 

"I see, well pet, let's not wait to try it," Loki stated, quickly undressing both of you as he led you to his desk. He sat in his chair, patting his lap, and invited you to sit on him. You walked forward, hesitantly, and went to straddle him; once fully straddled, you grasped his throbbing cock in your hand, stroking him a few times before sinking directly on top of him.

 You let out a short sigh as he was now completely inside of you; it was so nice to feel him stretch you out even in this position. "Does it make you feel good?" His face held a smirk, and his tone of voice was sarcastic. You responded with a nod, but he didn't like it. "Words, pet," he exclaimed as he slapped your behind, forcing you to yelp. "Yes sir, "it feels good!." You responded quickly. 

" Good now, remain still because I need to get some papers signed," he said, summoning his work on his desk with his magic. You maintained comfortably for a while, loving the sensation of him filling you up, however as you always did, you grew needy.

To prevent yourself from squirming, you tried to expand your legs discreetly. You couldn't help but whimper when the slightest movement of your legs caused Loki's cock to move inside you. You tighten your hold on his shoulders gently, hoping loki wouldn't notice, however, he did notice because nothing gets past the god of mischief

" Oh my dear pet, how I adore the feeling of your warm little cunt stretching around my cock, and the little noises of pleasure that escape you," he kissed your shoulder before slowly sliding his hips up into you. That was a mistake because you became more dependent on his touch, and he could feel your fingernails sinking into his shoulders as the movement became too much for you. "Speak up if you want something," he said into your ear, and you could only murmur a little "faster." 

" Please move faster sir, I can't take it, I need you," you whine like a cat in heat as you start rocking your hips back and forth. Loki immediately abandons his task to place his large hands on your hips and stop your movements. "But you wanted this, didn't you?" You wanted to be my good little pet and cock warm me, didn't you? So that necessitates you not moving," he mocks your neediness, knowing that it would make you want more from him. "I did, but I need you." "I need my king to fuck me please," you whine again as you can't wiggle your hips to relieve your hurting thighs, and you rest your forehead on his shoulder. 

" I give you everything you desire, yet you still want more? I told you that you would start begging eventually. Now you'll beg me to stop fucking you right now, because dear, no sound is better than your begging," he tightens his grasp on your hips as he thrusts into you. He begins in a steady pattern, but when your mouth fully opens and pleasure sounds depart it, his rhythm quickens until he's virtually jackhammering into your eager hole. 

Before you can say anything, he stops moving for a split second before standing up with you, grabbing your thighs and wrapping them around his sinful waist. You don't realize he's shifted you to his bed until you feel the silk bedding on the back of your body. He waits a few seconds for you to adjust your position before proceeding. His dominant side takes over, and he starts fucking you. 

" The sounds I can coax from you will always make me weak; you are mine." "Do you understand?" Every word he says is met with a strong thrust, and you're starting to get lost in the raw side of the pleasure he's giving you. As you go into your subspace, you are unaware that he has asked you a question until you feel a stinging sensation on your cheek. 

" ANSWER, PET! "To whom do you belong?" He holds his hips steady for a split second to hear your response. " YOURS! "I'M ALL YOURS, SIR!" you exclaim. Loki moves in for a possessive yet bruising kiss, satisfied with your response. Your arms reach up and encircle his neck. You continue like that until he pulls back for oxygen and his throat vibrates as he recovers his breath. 

He has swapped positions in an instant, and you now lie on top of him while he rests below you. "Ride your king" he demands and without thinking, you started rocking your hips, and Loki's massive hands went to your breasts, palming them in his hands. This drives you to go over the edge as your tempo quickens, and you'd believe his cock would snap if you rode him hard enough. "I'm close... ug!" his hands return to your hips. "Norns! Exactly like that. "Like that," he muttered, madly insane. The contracted state of your muscles around his size has brought him closer to his release. 

" SIR! "Can I come?" you beg as you near your climax, Loki setting a terrible yet pleasurable rhythm. He only needed a few thrusts before he said. "Come on, y/n let go!" The pleasure of feeling him empty inside you and the sensation of your orgasm overwhelm your senses at the same time. Slump against him and move forward, gently regaining your breath. You both stayed like this until you both cooled down. However, you did not move, which made Loki nervous. Had he pushed you too far in your pursuit of pleasure? "Y/n?" he quietly asked as his hands rubbed up and down your back.  

"How are you feeling ?" he inquired pleasantly as you hummed in answer. He could tell you were still in your subspace. He was gentle with you. You finally spoke as you lifted your head to look at him. "I'm fine, just tired." "I believe a bath would be beneficial." He nodded, understanding, and gently slipped out of you, and you complained about the lost contact. "Let us get you cleaned up, my dear." He carefully took you off the bed bridal style before carrying you to the bathroom, where he gently placed you on the edge of the tub while filling it with Asgardian flowers and oils to assist relieve your muscles. 

He assisted you into the tub once it was ready, and he carefully cleaned your hair and body, taking special care of your painful and sensitive areas. It was times like this when you wondered if he loved you or if it was all a game for him to enjoy. "My darling, your thoughts are very loud." You were taken aback by how delicate and low his voice was. "If you must know, this is not a game for me to play. I'm falling in love with you, and if I'm being honest, it's you. It's always been you. Who has had my heart since my mother assigned you as my chambermaid. You're much more to me than that." You turn around, startled by his statement, and glance up at him. 

You study his face for anything that suggests he's joking, but there's nothing. You cupped his face with your hand, looking at his lips before looking at his eyes, before leaning in and kissing him. This kiss was different from the others you'd shared with him. This one was more meaningful. This one was filled with feelings of affection. When you pull back, his hand reaches for your cheek and he tenderly says, "I love you," and you grin at his admission. "I love you too," you respond, touching your foreheads whilst you savor this lovely moment.

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Asgard's Greatest Lover [Brodinsons]

Part of the Brother Collection A link to my regular Masterlist is HERE Summary: An offhand comment leads to a salty trip down memory lane. (w/c 1.4k) Warnings: Squabbling. D*ck measuring contests to fluff. Implied smut references.

“Loki, she’s looking over-” Despite best efforts to ignore it, the meaty elbow jostling the god’s ribs made him wince. “Loki, look, in the stand yonder. She’s looking, Loki- look” Thor boomed excitedly, bouncing in his seat. “Will you desist?” Loki spat, hissing under his breath.

He could feel blood warming his cheeks, the volume of Thor's attempt at subtlety making him wish a portal would swallow him whole. He shouldn't have come. He didn't even like tennis. And yet, as always, here he was. With his public embarrassment of a brother. Loki grimaced as Thor began to point.

“But look hence...she noticed you! Perhaps she wishes to bid us good day.” He began to raise his arm, the start of a floppy wave which would likely be seen from space. “Wave, Loki- look, brother, see-!” Loki’s hand shot out, forcing the over-excited gesture down. “She’s wondering if you have utterly lost control of your faculties, brother;” Loki snarled, trying his best to look menacing. “As am I.”

Thor chortled, straightening a muscle vest which was three sizes too small. “Oh, Loki. You never have been very good at this sort of thing,” he sighed, letting his enthused gaze roam up and down the pristine grass court as Stark Industries friends and family took their seats. “It truly is a boon that you have one such as I to guide you in this romantic endeavour.” Loki raised his brows. He knew he shouldn’t take the bait. Especially in public. Especially today. But it was just too tempting.

“Whatever could you mean, brother?” he crooned, giving his most stoic side-eye with a tilt of his chin. He felt Thor bristle, telltale nervous fingering of blonde strands behind his ear letting Loki know the warning pitch of his voice had hit as intended.

“Well, Loki, it’s no secret that your love life has been fraught with unfortunate malaise where seduction is concerned,” “Unfortunate?” Loki said coldly, “I wouldn’t call a reputation as Asgard’s greatest lover unfortunate.”

Thor spluttered, shaking his head with sanctimonious laughter. “Ah, my little brother. I do admire the unshakeable esteem with which you hold your delusions.”

The dark brother’s grip tightened on the bleacher bench. “And I suppose you believe that title belongs to you, does it?” he sneered through gritted teeth. Poison flecked the words, dripping from his tongue like venom from a fang. Thor’s eyes narrowed. “I have the relic which proves it,” he shrugged.

“The one our mother gave you in solace when Jane left?” Loki snarled, “Pathetic. I doubt she even knew what it truly meant, just echoed your boorish claims thinking it was based in chivalry,” he paused. “At least, I hope that was her intent.” They stared at each other in pregnant silence.

“It matters not that mother gifted me said ceramic receptacle,” Thor said through gritted teeth. “What matters is, that my legend reaches far beyond the bifrost to bedchambers across nine realms, brother.” A shit-eating grin spread across his face. “Whereas yours is rather more contained to the palace servant quarters.” “That was one instance,” Loki spat, “and she was the most comely chambermaid we’d ever had.” “I’m sure,” Thor huffed, rolling his eyes. He brought one fist in front of Loki’s face, flexing an ostentatious bulge of bicep. “I was too busy giving the princess of Nilfheim a shudder of my very special thunder to notice.” He smirked, delivering a slow wink to punctuate his prowess. “She was never the same afterwards, you know.” Loki stared open mouthed, before he burst into raucous laughter.

From across the court, Steve immediately stood with a snap; hands on his hips with the most uptight death glare Loki had ever seen. “This is tennis,” Steve squawked. “For gosh’s sakes, have some respect.”

Through tears of mirth, Loki saw you cover your mouth with your hand to stifle a giggle. She recognises that Rogers is ridiculous, he thought. Good. That’s good.

Regaining his composure, Loki straightened. He smoothed his hair behind his ears, picking up the gauntlet his brother had carelessly cast down.

“Never the same. Quite.” he mused thoughtfully, collecting himself. “I can believe that your relentless dry-thrusting, lack of imagination and moans which sound suspiciously like the name of your talisman would scar her for life, yes.” “Leave Mjölnir out of this,” Thor snapped. Loki smirked, eyes wandering casually to where you sat. “The rumours are true then. Interesting.” he murmured slyly. Thor crossed and re-crossed his legs, the bleacher creaking beneath his weight. “She was perfectly satisfied,” the blonde grumbled, shifting his feet. Loki snorted. “Brother, you could not satisfy a woman if the key to unlocking her pleasure was written in parchment and propped upon her belly.” Thor stared, blankly. “Ah, yes – I forgot. A woman’s pleasure is not your forte is it,” Loki sneered, casting a quick glance towards his brother’s reddening face. “From what I heard, your attempts have been tragic at worst and laughable at best-” “Loki,” Thor warned, glancing anxiously at the people filling the seats behind them. But Loki continued, un-phased.

“Did you truly think you were to rub it with your chin?” He let out a harsh ooo, before sucking the air between his teeth.

“Those unfortunate women,” he drawled with feigned solemnity. “They didn’t want to hurt your feelings. ‘Asgard’s greatest lover’...please.” Thor tried to speak then thought better of it. Loki felt the glee begin to rise in his chest as he tasted victory in the air. “I felt moved for her when she hobbled from your chambers, poor thing. What did she cite for her impromptu departure, I wonder? Headache, was it?” He looked at his brother. The glazed look of bamboozled betrayal in his eyes told Loki that he was in fact, correct.

“Thankfully, I had just run a rather luxurious bath for myself which the lady found most soothing to aid her discomfort,” Loki purred, throwing his scarlet-faced sibling a knowing glance. “She was very grateful for my healing hands. And other anatomical attentions.”

Thor stared with slack-jawed disbelief.

The dark-haired god flicked his keen gaze towards you again. He let his eyes track up the skin of your bare calf, glinting in the afternoon sun. Supple, he pondered; thanking the Norns for the light breeze which rustled your skirt. On cue, you sipped from a large water bottle. Loki smirked.

“I was not aware that I was now a figure of such...ridicule. How times have changed.” Loki frowned as his moment of voyeurism was disturbed by Thor’s quiet mewl. With a sigh of resignation he swivelled, their knees touching. He reached for his brother’s hand, lowering his chin with sincerity in his eyes.

“Brother, that is not so” Loki said softly, “you have always been a figure of ridicule.”

Thor let out a shaky laugh, nodding. “I can always count on you to cheer me, brother” he said, patting Loki’s hand. Loki nodded once in acknowledgement. “Perhaps the next time you think yourself above me in the art of seduction, you will remember this conversation.”

“One can hope,” Thor chirped.

Loki rolled his eyes, retracting his hand. Polite clapping erupted as the first of the day’s players walked onto the court, waving at the crowds. He could feel Rogers suspicious stare burning into him from the other side of the grass, but he paid it no mind. “You truly think the odds are in my favour, brother?” Loki murmured thoughtfully, nodding subtly in your direction.

The two of them craned to catch a glimpse, the figure of his affections now half-obscured by a sea of lesser bodies. Your demure facial expression gave nothing away, but a pat on the shoulder from Natasha soon made you break into a dazzling smile. How she is not a goddess, I shall never know, Loki pondered; feeling his heart melt into his stomach and transform to a sea of butterflies. The redhead nudged her chin upwards, urging you to look up where the two gods stood. Staring. “Gods,” Loki hissed regretfully, continuing to clap like a fool. There was nothing else to be done. The boorishness of his brother had once again drawn the wrong kind of attention. But try as he might, he couldn’t tear his eyes away. Perhaps she has some magic of her own, he mused.

Thor’s elbow jostled against his ribs, “I told you, Loki” he chortled, “god of chaos or not, I would say that the odds are most definitely in your favour where your lady is concerned.” “Truly?” Loki breathed, his heart beating faster as you gave him a small, bashful wave. “Truly,” Thor said, giving his brother’s shoulder a comforting squeeze.

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Queen of the nine

Loki x female queen! Reader

18+| contains angst, smut, powerful queen bitch reader!

Basically Loki is locked up and you gotta go get your man

“Loki, don’t go, don’t leave me, please.” You pleaded, practically on your knees as you tugged his tunic.

“I—” he began, glancing down at you in a moment of uncertainty before his resolve returned “I must reclaim my rightful throne.” He declared.

“B-but you promised,” you whimpered, “you said we could leave together, make our own destiny.” You sniffled remembering your own cursed fate.

“This is me making my own destiny.”

It had been another uneventful day. Between signing truces and assigning roles, there was little room for one’s own enjoyment. You had recently taken up crocheting as a hobby yet you found little time to finish any projects. One thing you could agree with your late mother on was that this job wasn’t for the faint hearted or anyone with any desire for creativity. This job was demanding, it required those who were able to remain stoic and impartial, something that was unnatural to anyone with any kind emotion. People always waited for smiles, frowns, any slither of adour, something that took every ounce of energy to not express. To do nothing was the hardest job of all. That’s why you found yourself breathing deeply when one of your chambermaids greeted you with the news of Queen Frigga of Asgards passing. In that moment, every memory of the place that you had fought to bury deep within your psyche surfaced. The moments spent laughing, learning from Frigga, walking through her flower garden holding hands with Loki, Loki. You bit your lip as you recalled every precious second spent with Loki; the smiles, the kisses, the love, the sex, the promises, the deceit, everything up until the point he abandoned you.

“Your majesty, your majesty.” She called, getting your attention again.

“Yes, sorry.”

“Will you be attending the royal ceremony?”

“Yes, could you arrange a carriage for me please.”

“Of course.”

Your journey to Asgard was a quiet one, your gaze cast over the mountains as you tried to bite down every last fragment of emotion you had, especially in front of your foot soldiers. When they looked at you they saw a valiant queen, not a weeping wench; you wanted to preserve the former. The closer you drew, the more uneven your breaths were. You wondered how Loki looked, whether he looked as aged as you no doubt did. After hearing that his conquest for Midgard was unsuccessful, there was nothing more. By the time that you had become queen, you found yourself disinterested in how Loki ended up. You did discover that he resided in Asgard again but you didn’t want to visit to be certain, you couldn’t. Now however, you wished you had, considering you were about to be reunited with the man who left you the morning after declaring his undying love for you. What if things were awkward? No, this was Loki, your Loki.

“Your majesty, we have arrived.” One of the men spoke. You snapped out of your thoughts, looking out of the casement, eyes widening as you took in the familiar gates of the palace. Before you could open the door, it swung open.

“Your majesty.” Thor greeted, offering his hand as he helped you out.

“Thor.” You smiled, hugging him tightly once you stepped out. You hadn’t realised how much you had missed him. “Although I am happy to see you, I apologise that it isn’t under better circumstances.” You frowned as you pulled apart. His smile faltered for a moment before he replied.

“Thank you your maj—”

“It’s simply y/n to you.” You noted.

“Y/n then.” He corrected himself before pulling you into another hug. You looked around, unable to resist the feeling of despondency you felt at not seeing Loki.

“Where’s Loki?” You questioned, mumbling into his shoulder.

“He—um.” Thor stuttered causing you to break the hug.

“Thor?”

“Imprisoned.” He stated.

“Where?” You gasped.

“Here.” Thor spoke, scratching the back of his neck nervously as he observed your reaction.

“Here? On Asgard?” You almost choked.

“Yes.” He nodded.

“Odin has his son, prince of Asgard, imprisoned on Asgard?” You questioned incredulously.

“Yes.” He mumbled.

“Today of all days?” You scoffed getting angrier.

“Yes.” Thor confirmed quietly.

“Take me to Odin!”

You made your way to the royal chambers of the palace where Odin was currently. Thor knocked his door before receiving passage only to be pushed passed by you.

“Y/n” Odin smiled “I’m glad to see you made it here safe.”

“My condolences.” You offered, making your way to him before you exchanged a quick hug in greeting.

“Well as you know, I’ve still got a realm to govern” he shrugged, breaking the hug “not much time to grieve” he added, although you could tell he was hurting.

“Of course.” You agreed.

“Sit.” He spoke, gesturing to a chair. “What bothers you child?”

“It’s Loki.” You answered. Odin's jaw clenched before he replied.

“Loki? What about Loki?” He answered, seemingly angry at the mention of him.

“Am I right in thinking you’ve got him imprisoned here?”

“Yes, he’s a traitor to Asgard.” Odin spat.

“But today of all days—”

“He is a traitor y/n.” Odin insisted

“He deserves to say goodbye too, she was his moth—”

“No.”

“Ple—”

“No!” He thundered causing some of your guards to push through the door before you stood, gesturing them away. Once you had assured them that you were fine, you turned your focus onto Odin again.

“Apologies for the intrusion but you’d do well to remember that I’m not the child that left Asgard, I am a queen, the queen of the nine and therefore your superior. My asking was a kindnesses, but now, I order it.” You spoke firmly. Odin narrowed his gaze slightly, jaw clenching again as you studied his expression, finding it hard to remember that he wasn’t actually Loki's biological father despite their uncanny resemblance in this moment. Exhaling, Odin relaxed.

“No, you aren’t the same y/n that left here, although, I see your devotion to Loki hasn’t changed.”

You opened your mouth to answer before he spoke again.

“Very well, Loki has today, he’ll have to return to the dungeons this time tomorrow and not a moment later.”

“Thank you.” You smiled curtly before turning to leave.

“And y/n, you’d do well to remember that you are a guest in my realm.” Odin asserted almost warningly, causing you to pause.

“And yet, I’m more powerful than you in it” you answered, flicking your wrist as you turned to face him again before an apple appeared in your hand.

“What’s this?” Odin scoffed.

“A ticket” you stated “one night, one bite and you’ll be reunited with her although only briefly, your time isn’t now.” You finished in a whisper, handing him the apple as a gift for allowing you to see Loki as well as a demonstration of your power.

“Thank you.” He nodded earnestly before you left.

“Please, release Loki.” You instructed Thor.

Once Thor had left, you busied yourself in the throne room, taking the time to sit and appreciate the view from Asgards Throne.

“It suits you, regality.”

“And yet a throne would suit you ill Loki.” You answered, gaze focusing on the man walking out from behind a pillar.

“Would it?” He questioned, stepping towards you.

“You’d realise that a throne doesn’t change anything, you’d still be a Jotun, you’d still feel unloved and you’d still be angry Loki, just all whilst sitting on a throne.” You explained.

“A throne nonetheless.” He shrugged as he reached you before kneeling, picking your hand up and placing a kiss at the back of it. “Y/n.” He addressed fondly.

“Hello Loki.” You grinned, Loki reciprocating your smile. Standing up, you threw your arms around him in a tight embrace. “I’m sorry for your loss.” You spoke into his chest as he held you tighter before pulling back, cupping your cheeks.

“Thank you, for giving me today.”

Nodding, you hugged him again.

The ceremony for Frigga was pleasant, although still. Asgard was grieving their queen, an irreplaceable force. Following the official ceremony was a party celebrating her life and rein. This event was a lot more joyous, upbeat.

A plethora of staff greeted you, having remembered you from when you were younger, praising the woman you had grown into. As well as that, there were kings and queens from other realms saluting you, thanking you.

“Care to dance?” Loki offered as he approached you leaving some of the other royals shocked at his brazy behavior; they obviously didn’t know your history with him.

“Very well.” You accepted, placing your hand in his open one.

Loki held you against him as you began waltzing around the room, nearly all eyes on you both.

“Do you remember in our youth when we’d sneak in here and pretend it was our wedding?” Loki recalled as you smiled zealously.

“And we’d pretend our juice was wine.” You added.

“Before we grew older and realised that wine wasn’t actually all that pleasant.” Loki chuckled.

“Yes, then we realised that if we were to actually wed, we wouldn’t finish the night drinking wine.” You snickered.

“No, we discovered something else.” He spoke teasingly before dipping you, your eyes focused intensely on one another’s before he slowly picked you up again, holding you firmly against him as the moment passed.

“So” you began, clearing your throat “in your conquest to take over half the realms, did you encounter any loving princesses, or maybe a prince?” You queried.

“A bit of both” he answered, a pang of jealousy reverberating through you “I expect the same as you but nothing that ever compared to my first love, to you.” He finished, his hands finding your waist as you lifted your head from his chest.

“I fear I wasn’t your first love Loki.” You admitted, Loki’s brows knitting questioningly. “Your first love, your first companion was dejection” you explained, hand running through his hair “I only wish I had entered your life sooner, maybe things would have turned out differently.”

Loki closed his eyes, hand finding the small of your back as you continued swaying.

“Maybe not.” He uttered.

Once the night drew to an end, you as well as the other guest royals were escorted to your rooms for the night. Loki insisted he escort you so halfway though you told your men to head to bed. The both of you walked, back of your hands touching occasionally. When you reached your door, you found yourself wishing the walk was longer.

“Tonight was—” you started.

“Delightful.” Loki finished.

“Yes, delightful.” You agreed, your eyes meeting again.

“Well, goodnight y/n.” Loki bid leaving you feeling a little forlorn.

“Goodnight Loki.” You smiled curtly before turning and opening the door, closing it behind you as your back hit the door with a thump and a sigh. You thought about Loki, about opening the door, hugging him, kissing him. You thought about the possibility of this being the last time you see him, the last time you touch him. Your mind swam with questions, thoughts, regrets before you decided you’d quickly chase after Loki. Turning, you swung the door open before being met by Loki who was still facing it. Exchanging a small laugh between you both, you kissed him deeply, Loki reciprocating your eagerness before you pulled him inside, closing the door behind him. Loki was quick to discard of both your clothes, kneeling once again as he kissed your stomach. He lifted your legs, helping you step out of your underwear before he was exploring your centre with his mouth. It felt like old times again, your relationship restored in a matter of hours like no time had passed. As always, he had you a moaning mess before laying you against the bed and kissing you passionately. You widened your legs as he positioned himself between them, kissing your neck as he rutted against you.

“I want you.” You spoke softly, looking up at him as you smoothed his hair out of his face.

“I’m right here y/n.” He answered, taking your hand and kissing it before entering you. You both moaned as Loki bottomed out, lacing his fingers with yours.

The sex was slow, intimate, consuming. Each calculated thrust erased decades away from each other, every round removing centuries. Your mind expunged the hurt, the betrayal, the desolation as he drove into you, chest pressed to yours. You could feel his heartbeat, feel his breath tickling your ear, feel him evading you in the most pleasant way. You hadn’t realised how much your body yearned for his, how much you had missed his tender touch, his warm embrace, the sound of him in your ear as he came. The night was a loving, sweaty, close odyssey.

When you awoke, it was to the rays of light beaming in and the feeling of Lokis chest pressed to your back as you slumbered in a naked nirvana. You stayed like that for a while, pressed together as the daunting knowledge of this being the last morning of you both like this dawned upon you. You enjoyed it nonetheless regardless of whether this feeling was fleeting.

“Goodmorning.” Loki smiled, pressing a kiss to the nape of your neck.

“Morning.” You answered, spinning in his grip to kiss him properly.

Eventually you both moved your affections to the washroom, fucking against the wall before relaxing in a pool of warmth. You sat between Loki’s legs as he pulled your back against him, both of you melting into the water.

“I don’t want this day to end.” You murmured as if your quietness made reality less real.

“I know my inamorata” Loki replied, kissing your shoulder, the familiar moniker sending a shiver down your spine “but I must face the consequences of my own actions.” He finished causing you to sigh.

“Regality suits me but I’m just lonely, Loki. I govern all nine realms, billions of beings and yet I’m so lonely, a throne changes nothing.” You laughed mirthlessly.

“As long as I live, you’ll never be alone, I’ll always be here.” Loki insisted, kissing your neck.

Once you were out of the bath and dressed, the guards began preparing for Loki’s return but you had other ideas. You couldn’t face life alone again. You couldn’t leave without Loki. Despite him previously abandoning you, you couldn’t do the same to him, not now. When Thor knocked your door, knowing Loki was with you, you began executing your plan.

“I require an audience with Odin.” You began, Loki’s brows knitting in confusion.

“Okay.” Thor answered unsure.

“And I require Loki’s presence too.”

“Y/n.” Loki called.

“Get it done Thor.”

As planned, Thor had arranged a meeting with Odin just before it was time for Loki to return. On the journey to the throne room, you briefed Loki on the plan. He agreed, still wanting to do his time. When you approached, you sauntered in confidently.

“Loki is leaving with me.” You declared.

“That’s absurd!” Odin scoffed.

“Make no mistake, he will not be a free man, he will serve his time but in my home realm.” You delved.

“I forbid it.” Odin spat.

“You cannot have a prince locked up in the dungeons of his home realm, that’s what’s absurd.”

Odin remained silent for a few moments seemingly thinking.

“I’d be happy to have your guards watch him but he will be on my soil, think of it as me taking him off of your hands.”

“Fine” Odin relented “but when the time comes, I’ll require a favour from you.”

“Simply call for me.” You agreed and just like that, Loki was coming home with you. Reunited, at last.

“Fine” Odin gave up “but when the time comes, I’ll require a favour from you.”

“Simply call for me.” You agreed and just like that, Loki was coming home with you. Reunited, at last.

“Simply call for me.” You agreed and just like that, Loki was coming home with you. The two of you reunited, at last.

#loki x reader #loki x female reader #loki fanfic #loki (marvel) #oc fiction #tom hiddelston loki #loki fanfiction #loki smut #loki x y/n #loki x you #loki x avenger reader #loki angst #tom hiddleston #loki #loki au #loki x you smut #loki x reader smut #loki x female reader smut #loki drabble #loki fluff #loki of asgard

[chocolatechipkiki]

I'm not sure if you have ever done a song fic, but I was wondering if I could request one? There's a song called loveletting by V V that would be great for somewhat sad Loki fluff.

I listened to the song and I really, really tried to make this sad but I guess I'm just kinda ass at writing angst? Unless this counts. Either way, I hope you enjoy it!

Loveletting

Loki x Fem!Reader Fluff

W/C: 2113

Warnings: Kinda sad, FLUFF!!, mutual pining, sad childhood??

Summary: After realizing how you truly feel about Loki, you have an upsetting realization and begin to distance yourself from him. But he seems ever so determined to find out why you seem so down.

*****

"Will that be all, Your Majesty?" Y/N said, keeping her head down in courtesy.

Loki's brows furrowed together at her tone. Her usually bright and cheery attitude had been evidently lacking over the past few days, and his heart hurt for her in ways he couldn't find the words for. He kept his hands clasped behind his back though as he leaned forward slightly and spoke in a lowered voice. "Miss Y/N, is something troubling you?"

The maid's face reddened at the question, and she quickly shook her head. "The Prince should not worry himself over a lowly maid such as myself," she responded, monotone as if reciting it from memory. Loki sighed.

"Very well then, you are dismissed," he replied somberly. 

He sauntered over to his studio room, full of daylight from the floor to ceiling windows despite it being as early as it was. He had planned on showing Y/N his most recent painting, but because of whatever was causing her saddened attitude, she had politely refused to spend any time with him in his chambers recently. His mind played memories of the two of them in there together, laughing and recounting stories from their very different childhoods. He had been growing quite fond of their time spent together.

In truth, he had been growing quite fond of Y/N in general.

But something had changed in her life that she wasn't telling him, and it was driving a rift in between them that was making him go mad with concern. He tried asking several times, but each time it was a variation of the same thing: "I'm a maid, and you're a Prince."

He hated that she was hurting and it felt like he could do nothing to ease her pain. As Loki sat in his stool in front of the near-finished painting, an idea sprung in his mind. If Y/N didn't talk to him still after this, he didn't know if she ever would.

***

Y/N made her way through the palace corridors and towards the kitchens hesitantly. She was hoping that because of the time, Loki had simply joined others in the dining hall at suppertime and would not call for her again. There was nothing she dreaded more than him asking once again what was troubling her. Because she couldn't tell him.

She couldn't tell him that she was in love with him.

She had realized it a few days prior, particularly when they had been sat on the floor of his studio, mixing paints. It was her favorite part of spending time with him, because it was the first thing he ever taught her to do that she would never have learned without him. Her status never allowed her the free time to do something as frivolous as painting, but being Loki's personal chambermaid had allowed her the leisure time to learn even more so than that. 

That day in particular, Loki was recounting something more saddening from his childhood. He spoke of his ignorant father and attention-seeking brother always casting shadows over everything he did. That despite his intellect and wit, he felt useless because all his father cared about was physical strength and charm - both things Thor had always possessed and Loki had lacked. He had everything in his life decided for him, and he never got to leave the palace, and all for what? So he could sit and watch his brother be king?

Y/N had paused crushing a particularly light blue rock into powder to look at Loki's hunched frame as he continued to stir a green pigment into the egg white. It felt like she was seeing him for the first time that day. The real him. Not the Prince or the younger brother or the 'failure' of a son. But Loki.

Loki loved painting and the color green and winter. He loved long strolls through the gardens and desserts and tea. He wanted to travel and learn more difficult magic and marry and have kids. He had dreams.

She had reached out and placed her hand atop his, to which he had paused his stirring to bring his blue eyes to her soft gaze. Y/N's heart fluttered at the pure longing she saw in his eyes - longing to be wanted, longing to be cared for, longing to be loved. Suddenly, she felt all his sadness at once. He had always been alone. Much like Y/N had been, since being sent here to the palace to work. Seeing his longing brought her own loneliness to the forefront of her mind, and her eyes had darted down to Loki's lips before quickly locking back with his eyes. 

He smiled at her and she returned it, before resuming her work at turning the blue rock into pigment. She had felt light and airy for the remainder of the day, until she left his chambers later on for her nighttime routine. Reality had crashed through her.

Although he made her feel special when she was in his personal chambers, sitting in his studio, and enjoying his company, she was a servant of the royal family. She was supposed to wash his linens and scrub his toilets and be grateful enough to eat off of the very floor he walked upon. He could never court her because she was nothing and he was a Prince. They could never be together. 

So Y/N began to distance herself from the prince, starting with only staying in his chambers long enough to perform her mandatory duties and nothing more. He had asked almost immediately why she was down, his brows furrowed in the cute way they do when he's confused. She almost broke her resolution to distance from him immediately just so she could ease his concern, but she didn't. And he seemed to feel particularly dejected, which only made her feel guilty.

The next few days only grew harder as she continued to deny Loki. She began to resent going up to his chambers, as it only made her feel worse each time. He hadn't stopped trying to decipher the reason behind her sorrow yet, so as she turned the corner and entered the kitchens to collect his dinner, she hoped it would be a quick visit.

Y/N waved to one of the kitchen staff, who pointed in the direction to a rather large platter of various foods. There was far too much food for Loki to eat alone, and she wondered if maybe he had a guest with him. She carried the platter up several flights of stairs and down several corridors until she finally made it to his doors, and she knocked gently.

Loki opened the door almost immediately, as if he was waiting for her. He greeted her (which only made Y/N's heart flutter, much to her annoyance), and stepped aside for her to bring the food to his sitting area. After she set the platter down on the coffee table, she looked around to see if someone else would be joining him, but nobody else was in his rooms. As if reading her mind, Loki spoke.

"Before you go about denying my request, hear me out. Please," he pleaded, holding his hands out in front of him as if in surrender. Y/N sighed, but allowed him to continue. "I had more than enough food made so you can join me for dinner. I understand you must be spending less time with me for a reason, and I want to know it. I hate to do this, but if you refuse me, I will order you to sit and eat with me."

Y/N scoffed. He knew she couldn't deny an order, and he was using that against her. If anything, this only sealed her proof that they couldn't be together. She couldn't exactly order him to do anything and have it turn out positive.

So she sat down in the loveseat with the Prince and waited for him to ask. He stared at her with curiosity in his eyes and then smiled. "Eat something, my sweet. I promise it's not poisoned," he joked. But she didn't find it funny.

"With all due respect, Your Highness, I request that you please stop calling me that," she said, looking away from him as she did so. Loki gave a crestfallen look and his shoulders fell slightly. 

"Oh, I-I apologize. I hadn't known that made you uncomfortable." He reached towards the platter of food and plucked a grape from its vine. Y/N decided to grab a small slice of bread, just to keep the Prince from uttering another instance of her eating something. Loki chewed slowly, watching her again with curiosity before getting right to it.

"Y/N," he spoke softly, reaching out to grab her hand. She flinched away from his touch, so he sighed. "Please, tell me why you're pulling away from me. I thought we were getting along quite well, and I do not understand what I did wrong."

The girl felt her heartstrings being pulled. She hadn't meant for him to feel as if he had done something wrong. She only wanted to spare herself the pain of rejection. But in doing so, she had completely disregarded the possibility that maybe he had felt some sense of care for her.

"W-Wha- Loki, no! Nothing is your fault," she stuttered, forgetting all formalities and reaching forward to grab his hand. "I just- I can't- UGH!" she continued, frustration growing at the situation. Why did this have to be so hard?

Loki met her gaze gently. "If it's not my doing, then what am I missing?"

Y/N sighed, realizing that she can't lie any longer. She looked down at her hands that she placed in her lap and spoke barely above a whisper. "Loki... I realized something and it's breaking my heart... Y-You're a Prince, and I, a maid. I've grown so fond over you in these past months, but I can't ever be with you..." 

Loki looked dumbstruck for a moment. Was she professing her love for him? Or was he just that naive? "Whatever are you talking about, Y/N?"

She looked up and met his blue eyes once more. "I-I'm in love with you, Loki... But it doesn't matter, because you can't ever court me. I'm not allowed to be close with you, and we've already broken enough rules by doing things like this," she said, gesturing to the platter of food. Loki took her hands in his suddenly and scooted closer to her.

"Y/N," he said softly. "I reciprocate your feelings. I-I'm... in love with you as well. But what you speak of is nonsense. My father has never cared who I spend my time with, knowing that I will not be King. I would only court you publicly if that is what you wished. But it is not a requirement."

Y/N's heart swelled at Loki's words. "R-Really?" she asked, which only made Loki smile and chuckle. Without another thought, she leapt forward and encased Loki in a tight hug, tears pricking the corners of her eyes. "Oh Loki, these past few days have been so miserable without you," she said, holding back a sob. He hugged her back, stroking her hair and shushing her.

"My sweet," he whispered. "Please promise me something, will you?"

Y/N sat up from his arms and nodded eagerly. "Anything."

He reached up and wiped a tear away with his thumb, caressing her cheek in the process. "Promise me you'll tell me from now on anytime something is wrong. You worried me a great deal these past few days, and I wish I had known you felt this way earlier, that way I could have stopped trying so hard to impress you." He chuckled and she joined him, feeling relief and love for the first time in the past few days. She couldn't take it any longer and she reached over and planted a quick kiss to his lips, very much to his surprise.

When she pulled away, Loki looked absolutely smitten. He quickly grabbed her and pulled her back in for a longer, slow kiss that felt like every single ounce of love he had in him was being poured into. It left Y/N breathless, but she didn't care.

They were two lonely hearts, beating as one, in sync for the first time.

#loki fluff #loki one shot #loki oneshot #loki #god of mischief #marvel loki #loki x female reader #loki x reader

[lokidokieokie]

Fic Recs

Hello, I’m alive!

Before we get to the fics, I’d just like to apologise for being extremely lazy and not doing anything with my tumblr account for the past two weeks. 

Fabulous authors have been out here producing impeccable content, so I am going to correct my issue and give you all the amazing fics that you may have missed out on :)

Loki Laufeyson

What About the Plans We Made? by @wheredafandomat 

Captain’s Orders by @lokisgoodgirl

Thirty Seconds by @muddyorbsblr

My Best Friend by @vbecker10 part 1 linked

Not What it Looks Like by @wheredafandomat 

Swipe by @theaudacitytowrite part 1 linked

What He Doesn’t Know by @michelleleewise 

Practice Makes Perfect by @simplyholl masterlist linked

Bonded by @michelleleewise 

Sing Me To Sleep by @holdmytesseract 

Choices by @mochie85 

Cum Fly with Me by @wheredafandomat 

Captain’s Orders: New Depths by @lokisgoodgirl

Restraint by @coldnique 

The Selection by @lady-rose-moon masterlist linked

You Are My Queen by @vbecker10 

Claw and Order by @michelleleewise 

Something Real by @ladylovesloki masterlist linked

Relinquish the Crown: Obsessions & Fantasies by @muddyorbsblr 

Hot & Bothered by @lokisgoodgirl

Hail, Commander by @lokisgoodgirl

The Chambermaid by @wheredafandomat 

Little Joys by @lovelysizzlingbluebird 

Small Talks by @lovelysizzlingbluebird 

Big Misunderstandings by @lovelysizzlingbluebird 

Her Romeo by @michelleleewise part 1 linked

Drugs of Love, Love of Drugs by @pics-and-fanfics masterlist linked

Hot & Bothered: Snack Shack by @lokisgoodgirl

Asgard, Land of... Aphrodisiacs? by @thomase1​ 

I Need You Tonight by @wheredafandomat​ 

A Helping Hand by @peachyjinx​ 

Summoned by @muddyorbsblr​ part 1 linked

Magnus Martinsson

Hypotheticals & Distractions by @muddyorbsblr 

Maintain Our Cover by @muddyorbsblr 

Jonathan Pine

Paris by @muddyorbsblr 

Duty of Care by @muddyorbsblr 

James Conrad

Keep Me Safe by @muddyorbsblr 

Will Ransome

Measurements by @muddyorbsblr 

Confess Your Sins by @holymultiplefandomsbatman

Tom Hiddleston

Birthday Boy by @simping-for-marvel 

Doctor Stephen Strange

Only You by @make-me-imagine 

Attention by @futureplayboibunnie 

Sherlock Holmes

A Queen for a Mindpalace by @strangelockd 

Stolen Love by @ncis-cm-hp-sherlock-imagines 

Sleepless Nights by @strrvnge 

Bucky Barnes

In A Year’s Time by @mysecretlittlelibrary 

Betting by @traitorjoelite 

To Let You Win by @delaber 

Blooming Rage by @tee-swizzle 

Cupcake by @demonsandmischief 

Daddy’s Home by @starshipsofstarlord 

Baby Fever by @suitk0via 

Six Days by @tmpestuous 

One Step at a Time by @tmpestuous 

Nothing Breaks like a Heart by @buckybabesonly 

Protector by @buckybabesonly

My Girl by @girl-next-door-writes

Dumb Dumb by @nicestgirlonline 

For You Always by @jobean12-blog 

Make Me Forget by @povlvr 

Flirting and Football by @lovelybarnes 

Dog Tags by @lovelybarnes 

It Was Supposed to be a Confession Potion! by @buckylattes 

False God by @notafunkiller 

Metal Arms and Short Skirts by @buckyarchives part 1 linked

Keep Me Alive by @freyjhasdesiredreality

You’re a Masterpiece by @wndalovebot 

You Had One Job by @buckyalpine 

Secret Girlfriend by @jenwritesstories 

Right a Wrong by @starks-hero part 1 linked

Where Dreams Go to Die by @insomniumstella masterlist linked

It’s Just a Kiss by @witchywithwhiskey 

Wordpeddler by @heli0s-writes​ 

Unconventional Methods by @marvelouslizzie​ part 1 linked

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[simplyholl]

Can you recommend any fics?

These are just some of my favorites!

By @mochie85

Pheremones

This is the best sex pollen fic I’ve ever read. You’re going to need a few cold showers after this one.

By @coldnique

Carrera Marble

Anniversary smut! The descriptions are beautiful.

By @chantsdemarins

Frost Secrets From The Other Son

The heroine, Lillian is so fierce. This story had me hooked the whole time.

By @wheredafandomat

The Chambermaid

Bite marks on the headboard! This fic had me reading it one handed no joke!

By @gigglingtigger

Action and Reaction

This has quickly became a top five pick for me. I’ve been giggling and kicking my feet throughout.

By @fictive-sl0th

Wicked Desires

The multiverse and cowboy Loki - need I say more?

Fire & Ice

This is extremely hot. I find myself going back to read it!

By @sarahscribbles

Afterglow

A ball, enemies to lovers, the dirty talk is top tier, Loki being a mischievous little shit. This fic had me hooping and hollering!

Warming Him

Cockwarming Loki - I don’t think I need to explain. Loki makes you cum 3 times in 10 minutes!! The praise!!

For All to See

He makes you beg him! And you do to be fucked against the window!! There’s mention of punishment!! Also one of my top five fics!

By @muddyorbsblr

Relinquish the Crown

This ongoing series is full of hot moments. It will make you want to grab them and shake them and say what are you thinking!! I always look forward to the next installment.

By @lokisgoodgirl

Clandestine Fucks Collection

Forbidden love and forbidden places this series will have you on a rollercoaster of emotions in the best way!

Hostile Fucks Collection

The Loki in this is my favorite Loki ever. Super cocky with every right to be. From wetsuits to dick piercings to kilts and everything in between this is my favorite series.

Size Queen

This one snatched my size kink up and smacked her on the bottom. This is one of my favorite fics ever, and I’m not just saying that because it was written for my birthday. Imagine Loki’s long fingers wrapped around your wrists while he tells you how breakable you are. Break out the vibrator!

Hail, Commander

Dirty, bloody Loki taking you against the balustrade while telling you about his enemies falling at his feet.

The Legend of Long-Dong Laufeyson

Pirate Loki with a crew of duplicates. He does in fact fuck you mad.

[november-rayne]

Chapter Nine: Family Dinner

A/N: Loki prepares to meet Sigyn's family again. Frigga's boy mom patience is tested.

Word Count: 3000

Rating: Mature

*This story is for mature audiences only.* 18+

*Minors DNI*

Tags: Loki and Thor laughing about things they shouldn't, Frigga is over it, Loki being a gentleman

Chapter Index

Loki’s new chambermaid was very efficient and matronly; older than his mother. He learned that her name was Margit and that she is married, has had four children, and has seven grandchildren. She can afford not to work but chooses to because she enjoys it. Before accepting the job as Loki’s chambermaid, she worked part-time in the kitchens. She was kind but stern with Loki when he took too long to choose a tunic to wear to dinner. She reminded him of a nursemaid he had when he and Thor still lived in the nursery.

“I will send this tunic back to the tailor for alteration. These three are too worn out and should have been discarded ages ago. This one does not suit your coloring. These trousers are too short for your legs. This pair of boots need repair. Don’t get me started on your cloaks. Honestly, child,” Margit was muttering to herself as she tore apart his wardrobe.  Loki was getting dressed in the clothes she laid out on his bed, smiling to himself.

He bathed again and dressed in his second-best tunic. He took extra care to look his best. He was feeling much better than he did this morning, though he was getting increasingly nervous as dinnertime approached.

“Well, Margit, do I pass inspection?” Loki asked.

“Let us have a look at you.” Margit turned her attention away from the wardrobe and pushed her spectacles up the bridge of her nose. She ran her hands over Loki’s shoulders and down his arms. She took his chin in her hand and turned his face back and forth. She nodded approvingly, ran a finger behind each ear, and inspected them. “All clean and so handsome. I approve!”

Loki broke into a wide smile. “Thank you, Margit.” He had not been mothered in a long time, and it felt very comforting. Even if he would never admit it out loud, it was just what he needed right now. “Can you arrange for my tailor to bring me some sample fabrics? It seems my wardrobe is in desperate need of an update.”

“Yes, My Prince, good idea. I will see to it after your breakfast in the morning.” She went back to the pile of clothes on the floor.

“I will not be requiring breakfast in the morning. Now that the King has returned, I must catch up on work. I will head straight to my office in the morning.”

“Nonsense!”

“Excuse me?”

“You cannot be of any help to the realm with an empty belly. I will have breakfast ready for you when I wake you in the morning. Your Highness.” She added the last part as an afterthought

“Well, if you insist.”

“I do,” she replied matter-of-factly.

Loki chuckled when she missed his sarcasm.

“Now, stop dragging your heels.” Margit made a shooing motion with her hands. “Your mother will be cross if you are late for dinner. Scoot, Your Highness.”

“How have I made it this far without you, Margit?” Loki smiled widely as he made his way to the front doors of his apartment.

“Norns only know. Have a good time!” she said with a wave as she ushered him through the door.

Loki shook his head as he went to the small formal dining room on the other side of the palace.

Thor and Frigga were already in the receiving room outside the dining room. Loki bowed to his mother and then leaned in to kiss her cheek. “Mother, Thor, greetings.”

“You look well rested, Brother.” Thor clapped Loki on the arm.

“Thank you. I am feeling better.  Mother, I need to tell you something before our guests arrive.” Loki said in a hushed voice.

“Does this have to do with the maid called Sera?” she asked.

He could not hide his surprise, “Mother, I did not invite her into my rooms. She must have convinced the guards to let her by. I was sound asleep, dead to the realm. Honestly,” he threw his hands up in defense, “I did not even realize what she was doing to me until-”

Frigga held up her hand to stop him.

“Wait, what happened?” Thor’s curiosity was piqued.

“I was informed. I have already discussed this with the head of security. Sera has been removed from the palace grounds. We have secured her a room and employment elsewhere.”

“Sera?” Thor asked. “The chambermaid with the nice…smile?” He quickly amended the end of his sentence when he saw Frigga’s face. “What did she do? What happened?” he asked again.

“Nothing you need to concern yourself with,” Frigga said.

Loki mimicked a blow job to Thor behind her back, and Thor’s eyebrows shot up. Frigga spun around, and Loki dropped his hands quickly.

“The two of you are the future of Asgard. Norns help us.” She rolled her eyes and headed straight to the wet bar in the corner of the room to pour herself a drink.

“Really?” Thor whispered to Loki when Frigga was out of earshot. “What the Hel? How do you sleep through that?”

“You know how exhausted I was. I thought I was dreaming.” Thor started giggling. Loki was trying to keep a straight face, “It is not funny.”

“No, it’s not.” Thor’s face was turning red, trying to hold back his laughter.

“Boys!” Frigga scolded as she made her way back to the pair. “That is quite enough.”

“Apologies, Mother. It has been quite the whirlwind of a day, and we have not even had dinner yet.” Loki offered.

“How do you like your new chambermaid?” Frigga asked, trying to change the subject.

“Margit is…unique. But she is delightful. Thorough and efficient,” Loki said.

Thor raised his eyebrows, “Is that so?” he asked and pressed his lips together to keep from laughing.

“No!” Loki threw his hands up in defense, “No, no, no, no, no, no. That was not how I intended that to sound.” 

Thor could hold it no longer. He started laughing so hard that tears sprang to his eyes. “You should see your face!” Thor threw up his hands and mimicked his brother’s face.

“She’s ancient!” Loki howled, “I would not even think about-”

“Unless you were asleep, apparently.” Thor roared. Loki joined him. 

Frigga drummed her fingernails on her wine glass and tapped her foot, waiting for the guffaws to stop. But each time they thought they were finished, one brother would start the other off again.

By the time they had gotten all their laughter out, Loki’s stomach was hurting, and Thor was wiping tears out of his eyes.

“If you two are quite finished?”

“Sorry, Mother.” They both spoke in unison, just like when they were small.

Then, the doors opened, and Lord Anderson and his family entered. Loki’s eyes immediately went to Sigyn. To Loki’s surprise, she quickly sought him out and gave him a shy smile. Her hair looked almost black in the low light. She was dressed in light blue tonight with silver jewelry and embellishments. The dress was simple and flowed almost weightlessly to the floor. She was just as lovely as he remembered.

Loki heard Thor let out a low whistle.

“Will you please stop doing that?” Loki said, not taking his eyes off Sigyn.

“Apologies, Brother. But…damn. The Norns are truly smiling upon you.”

“Yes,” Loki replied without really thinking.

“Ah, Your Highnesses!” Lord Anderson bowed deeply. “Thank you, My Queen, for the hospitality.”

“Of course.”

“I see someone is feeling better.” Lord Anderson clasped Loki’s hand and gave it a firm shake.

“Yes, well, a good nap can work wonders,” Loki replied.

“The man rebounds quickly!” Lord Anderson winked at Sigyn and gave her a nudge with his elbow, “You will appreciate that once you are married.”

Sigyn smirked at Loki. He caught the glint of mischief in her eyes and felt his cock twitch.

“Erik! Mind yourself in front of the Queen. Apologies, Your Majesty.”  Lady Anderson stepped forward and curtsied. “All those years in the army have blunted his manners.”

“Think nothing of it.” Frigga waved her hand. “I am quite familiar with how men speak when they think we are not paying attention.”

“Who wants a drink before dinner?” Thor motioned toward the wet bar and took Lady Anderson’s arm. “My Lady?”

“Ah, you are reading my mind!” Lord Anderson followed suit and offered his arm to the Queen.

Loki and Sigyn remained behind.

“Sorry about my father, Your Highness. He is always trying to find new ways to embarrass me.”

Loki chuckled, “Your father and my brother will get along very well, it seems.”

She smiled, “Do not let me keep you from getting a drink.”

“Oh, no. I have had enough lately to last me a couple of lifetimes,” Loki smiled back.

Sigyn stepped closer to Loki’s side. She fiddled with her bracelet, not meeting his eyes. “You…you were away recently?”

“I was.” Loki kept his hands clasped behind his back. Her eyes met his when he said, “But I am back now, and I am not planning on leaving again anytime soon.”

“I am glad to hear it.” She reached up and plucked a piece of fluff from the arm of his tunic.

“Truly?” Loki followed her hand with his eyes as she let the fluff fall from her elegant fingers.

“Truly.” She clasped her hands together in front of her. Their eyes met again. She gave him a half smile. “Is the King ever on time for dinner? I am famished.”

Loki laughed, “Never.”

oOXOo

The King eventually arrived, and the group enjoyed a pleasant dinner, just the seven of them. It was a nice change of pace from eating in the dining hall. The conversation flowed easily. Lord Erik Anderson was boisterous but not obnoxiously so. He got along well with the King.

He was an excellent storyteller. He did make a few more jokes of a sexual nature with the intent of embarrassing Sigyn. Loki noted that she seemed unfazed by the remarks each time, even rolling her eyes at him at one point.

He was a large, barrel-shaped man. Not fat, but stout. Loki figured he looked like Thor would when he got to his age.

Lady Astrid Anderson was reserved. Sigyn got her beauty and grace from her mother. She was tall, and her figure was still youthful. Her frock showed off the ample curves of her breasts and hips and the flat plane of her stomach. Her face was graced with very few lines.

She asked Loki and Thor about growing up in the palace and which places in the nine realms were their favorites. Loki remembered they had lost two sons in battle and humored her as she focused her attention on the pair of princes.

Loki studied Sigyn every chance he got. She dug into her dinner with enthusiasm. Minding her table manners but not seeming to care about how much she ate, much unlike the ladies he was used to dining with, who barely ate their meals. She sipped her wine but favored her water goblet. She conversed with everyone, even the king, offering honest opinions and counterpoints.

Loki could tell she was just as educated as he was.  She was a good storyteller, just like her father, offering the group a tale of her last trip to Midgard, where she toured a sizeable indoor marketplace called a mall and watched a piece of drama that was projected onto a wall of canvas using light.

She would catch him staring at her from across the table and give him an authentic smile. What he saw in her eyes was genuine; he believed she looked happy to be here. Unless he was just fooling himself.

When Odin stood, signaling the end of dinner, everyone returned to the sitting room. The King and Queen took their leave first after some small talk. Loki grimaced involuntarily when he noticed the hungry look his mother gave his father as they made their way into the hallway.

‘I could have done without that.’ Loki thought.

“Are you feeling ill again, Your Highness?” Sigyn caught him by surprise.

“Oh,” Loki chuckled as he placed his hand on her lower back, “No, I was just remembering something unpleasant.” He quickly returned his hands behind his back. “I am feeling much better, thank you.”

Thor and His Lordship were back at the wet bar, trading stories of battles past and comparing scars.

“Would you ladies allow me to escort you back to your chambers?”

Lady Anderson looked impatiently at her husband, and he waved her on. “Don’t wait up for me, dear. I will be of no use to you this night.” Thor laughed, slapped him on the shoulder, and raised another glass of spirits.

“Honestly, Erik, we are in the presence of royalty.” She huffed and fiddled with her necklace. “Sigyn and I would be honored. Thank you, My Prince.”

“Of course, My Lady.” Loki led the women to the hallway and offered them each an elbow. He pointed out a few key pieces of art as they walked. When they reached the front doors of their guest chambers, Loki looked over and caught Sigyn staring at him.

“Thank you for the escort, Your Highness.” Lady Anderson curtsied. “We shall see you at the betrothal feast tomorrow night.”

“Rest well, My Ladies.” Loki nodded to the Lady as she made her way to the double doors.

“Come along, child,” she said as she noticed Sigyn made no move to release the prince’s arm.

“Might I take a moment, Mother?”

The Lady glanced between the pair and saw the surprise on Loki’s face. “Very well, but only a moment. I will be just inside,” she warned, shutting the door behind her.

Sigyn dropped her hand and moved to stand directly in front of Loki. She stood about half a head shorter than he did. ‘She is the perfect height to plant a kiss on her forehead.’ He imagined doing just that.

She played with her bracelet as she raised her eyes to him. “May I speak freely, Your Highness?”

“I would prefer it,” he replied, intrigued.

“You had me worried when I first arrived. Mother was beside herself, believing they had promised me to a drunkard. I was starting to believe the royal portraits I had seen of you were a farse, but your looks seem to be improving.” She grinned at him.

Loki laughed, “Oh, I am usually very swoon-worthy. Give me another day or two, and you will say that the royal painter did me no justice.”

He regarded her for a moment. “I… apologize, My Lady. I do not usually drink myself to illness. I did not handle the news of our betrothal in the most mature way. I regret that more than you can know.” He moved to place his hand on her arm but stopped himself at the last moment. “That is no reflection on you, My Lady. You are more lovely than I could have hoped for.”

“But?”

He hesitated. He was looking right into Sigyn’s big green eyes and was having trouble remembering what he was making such a fuss about.

“But I do not know if I am ready to be married.”

“I see,” Sigyn smiled at him, “You believe you will never have another day of fun once we are wed? That I will be demanding of all your precious time? That you will never get to spend time with your friends or brother again?”

Loki looked at his feet in response. Sigyn placed a finger under his chin and raised his head to look at her again. “I know that you know very little about me, and you have no reason to believe me, but I can assure you that I have no intention of forcing you to become someone you are not.”

Loki thought for a moment, not taking his eyes from hers. “How do you know that I am deserving of such grace? Hmmm? You know very little about me as well.”

“I know more than you think I do, Your Highness. Prince’s secrets are rarely secret.” She gave him a knowing smile and returned to fiddling with her bracelet.

“Is that so?” He smiled at her. She bit her lip. Loki felt a fire start in his body and let out a slow breath. He wanted to kiss her so badly.

“Lady Sigyn, tell me, what have you heard about me?” He gave her an innocent smile. He squeezed his hands tightly behind his back to avoid reaching for her.

She smirked and reached up to play with a lock of his hair. “A story for another time, perhaps. It is getting late, and my mother will drag me back inside by my ear if I do not make haste.”

Loki took her hand from his shoulder and kissed it. Then he kissed her palm and placed it on his cheek, holding it in place. He noticed her breaths pick up. Her chest rose and fell so temptingly. His skin was burning under her touch.

“Another time, then.” His voice was low and velvety, “Good night, My Lady.”

“Sweet dreams, My Prince.” Her eyes danced with mischief.

With that, Loki took his leave. Every cell in his body was aching to stay and stand beside her, but he forced himself to turn and stride quickly down the hall to the stairs.

By the time he returned to his apartment, he was grinning like a fool.

‘Pull yourself together, man.’ He chastised his reflection in the bathroom mirror. ‘She is just a woman. Just a woman, like all the rest.’ But he knew he was lying to himself as soon as he thought it. She was not just another woman. She was the woman.

She was intelligent, funny, and beautiful. ‘Could she feel the same way about me?’ he wondered. ‘You have known her less than a day. Quit acting like a schoolboy.” He scolded himself as he slipped into bed.

He rested there for a moment before he got back out again to look under his bed and check his wardrobe, just to be safe. Confident he was alone, he allowed himself to drift off to sleep.

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So I had an idea if you want to take it. I love your writing sooooooo much.

So the reader is the newest maid and when She goes to clean Loki's room she's surprised to see him in the bath. Everything in her is telling her to leave but she stays and watches him. Well this turns into a somewhat daily ritual. She saves Loki's room for last so she gets there as he's getting into the bath. Of course Loki knows. He knew she was watching him from day one but let it go on because he was curious as to what she would do. Would she join him or stay in the literal shadows. We'll Loki makes that decision for her one night and tells her that if she is going to watch him she might as well join him. While they bath together and get "busy", Loki discovers that she's ticklish and decides to tickle her for making him wait so long.

Hope you like the idea but feel free to say no. 💙💚💜🖤

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A/N: I'm sorry this took a while friend. I had never written a tickle fic before. My research was very eye-opening indeed 😈. This is a long one too. I hope you enjoy it. As always my ASKS are open. Stop by even just to say 'Hi'. 😁😘 Pairing: Loki x Female Reader Word Count: 3.5k Warnings: Smut-fingering, masturbation, voyeurism. Tickling. Dividers by: @firefly-graphics

Life in the palace wasn’t so bad. You received new sets of clothes with a clean apron. The kitchen arranged three meals a day for you. And, provided that there wasn’t some big event or someone very important visiting, you would have one day a week, off.

You started as a chambermaid for the lowly courtiers, hoping to work your way up as one of Queen Frigga’s maids-in-waiting. You knew it wouldn’t be overnight, but if you were diligent and worked hard, you could be there in no time.

You worked mostly in the mornings, making the beds after they had been slept in. You left small tokens on the courtier’s pillows; flowers, or books that the courtiers mentioned they were looking for. Sometimes chocolates for the children.

At night, you would turn down the beds and make them look inviting for the residences of the palace. In the short time, you worked there, you had moved up from being the chambermaid to the dignitaries and courtiers to the chambermaid to the princes themselves. It won’t be long now, till you get to work for the queen herself.

Having just finished Prince Thor’s room, you made your way down the gilded halls into Prince Loki’s wing. You smiled at the guard posted to the prince’s door and knocked. No answer.

The guard wouldn’t stand by if Prince Loki was not in his room. You knocked louder, hoping to get the prince’s attention. You decided to go in and announce your presence. Looking down to the floor, you quickly came in and bowed.

“Your highness, I’m here to turn down your chambers for the night.”

There was no response. You stood there, bowed, waiting for a reply, or a rebuke. Anything. You dared to look up, only to be met with an empty room. Taking a big sigh, you decided to just finish what you came here to do.

You stoked the fire, adding two more pieces of wood to the hearth. You opened the windows slightly, to let the scent from the Queen’s garden inside. You tidied up here and there, picking up books and parchment off the floor and settling them upon the prince’s desk. Lastly, you pulled his blanket and top sheet down to an angle and fluffed the pillows making sure it was inviting for the royal.

Putting the last pillow down on the bed, you heard a soft humming and splashing coming from the comfort room to the side. You rolled your eyes at the realization that Prince Loki was in the en suite. Of course, he was there. How had I not considered looking in the restroom when I came in?

To confirm your suspicion, you went over to the door of the en suite. You were about to knock but his warm humming and loud sighs made you reconsider. He was relaxing and you didn’t want to bother him.

The door was slightly ajar, and you peaked in as you smelled the steam of pine and citrus wafting towards you. I really shouldn’t be doing this. If I get caught, he’ll think I’m a spy or worse. A pervert! Ladies should not be in the habit of spying on their betters.

You were about to turn away when the deep sound of a moan caressed your ear. Your eyes found the prince. His eyes were closed. His hair, damp and dark, like ink, stuck to the nape of his neck which was outstretched as he laid his head back resting on the edge of the clawfoot tub.

Prince Loki’s defined arms spread on either side of him as if he were welcoming you to join him. You rolled your eyes at the thought. In what realm would that ever happen? He lifted a foot outside the water and rested it on the edge. His arms sank back under, and another lip-biting moan escaped his lips.

A spontaneous whimper left your lips. You turned away, your cheeks flushed, and your eyes beamed as you realized what you had witnessed. Covering your mouth, you quickly gathered yourself and stalked out of the Prince’s room, not bothering to bid the poor guard goodnight.

The following night had you nervous and embarrassed as you prepared to turn down Prince Loki’s room. The thought of his hands sinking below the water, his long fingers gripping himself, eliciting the most erotic sound you’ve ever heard in your life, made you want to combust right there in the hallway.

“Your highness, I’m here to turn down your chambers for the night.” You were met with silence yet again as you looked up from your bow.

You noticed the thin opening of his en suite door. Calling you, beckoning you to have a glimpse. Your eyes never took off from the opening as you tended to his fire. Or, when you picked up his books and papers from the floor. Not even when you had turned down his bed and fluffed his pillows did your eyes wander far from the gap at the door.

You were drawn to it. The steam from the prince’s hot bath lured you in like an aphrodisiac. Licking your lips, you hesitantly walked over to the door.

Just like last night, Prince Loki’s well-defined arms stretched out from either side of him. His chest was heaving slowly, sensually, as he relaxed from the warm vapors of his bath. There was a terrycloth covering his eyes, warm and soothing as he let out a deep sigh.

His hands rubbed his neck, and you found yourself doing the same.  He trailed his hands down the expanse of his heaving chest and into the steaming water. He lifted one knee as his strong fingers found what he was searching for.

His moans started low at first, a gentle vibration. Then you saw the waves form in the tub as he increased his movements. You witnessed his arms flexing and relaxing in rapid succession. A sultry moan escaped his open lips. You couldn’t help but bite your lip down and close your eyes as your own hands found your pebbled nipple underneath the sheath dress and apron you had on tonight.

When you heard him reach his pleasure, your hands found themselves in between your legs, rubbing furiously, as you sought your own high in tandem with the Prince. You let out a quiet orgasm as you leaned back on the wall, trying to support yourself as your knees gave way.

What had you just done? Reality sunk back into your body. The threat of the Prince finding out you had pervasive thoughts and touched yourself to his private moments scared you. You quickly ran out of the room and hurried back to your chambers.

You couldn’t stop thinking about what you just witnessed. The prince’s strong arms, his long neck stretched out to pleasure. The sound of the water splashing as his hands brought himself to his orgasm. His moans quivering in your memories as if you can still hear him.

This was wrong. You shouldn’t be spying on his most intimate moments. But you couldn’t stop. Night after night, you had saved Prince Loki’s room for last. You always announce your presence, warning the prince, but hoping he couldn’t, or rather, wouldn’t hear you.

And each night, whenever his hands would wander down the soapy waters, your own hand would complement his actions until you both found yourself in the throes of passion.

Loki had noticed your presence around the palace. The courtiers were often thanking him and his mother for their gracious gifts upon their pillows every morning, which made them confused. For they had not requested anyone to do so.

To his mother’s investigation, it turns out you had left tokens, or sometimes small chocolates, for the courtiers after their return to their chambers. The Queen was impressed by your kindness and generosity and promoted you as the Prince’s chambermaid. Perhaps, when there is an opening in her inner circle, she might consider taking you on.

The first time Loki was on the receiving end of your kindness was when he was looking to read a new book. He had already read the ones in his personal library twice over and the ones in the main library already.

That night, as he dried himself off from his bath, he noticed a book of poetry laid out on his pillow. He stayed up all night reading the book from cover to cover. He was pleasantly surprised that you had found something he had not read. And was even more surprised that he enjoyed it.

He stalked you afterward. As much as a busy prince could. You were kind and always had on a smile. He would hear you laugh at the guard’s jokes outside his door, and often wondered how you would react to his class of humor.

The first time you had spied on him, he had no warning that you were watching him from the sliver of the doorway. Otherwise, he wouldn’t have dared such voyeuristic perversion. But he heard you moan. A faint whisper of passion that was stifled by propriety. A sound he was sure that no one else had heard of. Not even those unworthy guards outside who could make you laugh.

The next night, he wanted to see if you would be so bold enough to watch him again. And so, without reservation, he waited till he knew he had your attention and imagined that his hand was yours. It was your hand roaming his wet body. Your touch, that sought out his pleasure underneath the waters.

He heard you whimper again, and he knew he had you. Night after night, he invited you to watch him. Always leaving a small opening for the door. Hoping your urges would just overtake you and you would march through the doors and give yourself to him. Hearing you shuffle around in his chambers excited him. Does she know that I think about her? Does she know how much I crave her attention?

All his frustrations finally climaxed in one night. He noticed you come into the great hall as Fandral’s attendant. Lady Sif and the Warriors Three were visiting his loutish brother and his mother had ascribed you to be Fandral’s maid while he was here.

Anyone but Fandral! Loki thought. That scoundrel wouldn’t be able to admire you properly as he could. He wouldn’t know how kind and generous you are with your attention. How forward and lascivious you could be.

Yet, all too soon, Fandral got caught up in your gracious manner as well. He couldn’t take his rascal eyes off you. Loki witnessed him tuck a stray hair away from your face and into the back of your ear. You let out a ticklish laugh.

Realizing what you had just divulged. You clapped your hands over your mouth and let out an apology. A warm blush traveled along your body and Loki followed the hue. His eyes enjoyed the sight as he perused over you. Fandral laughed, almost mocking you for having a secret ticklish spot.

When Loki heard your laugh, that same carefree laugh he heard when you were out mingling with his guard, he was instantly jealous. He was so entranced by the sounds you made. He treasured your moans. But that was behind closed doors and in secret. He wanted to hear you laugh carefree and only for him.

After finishing your nightly chores, and obligations to Fandral, you hurried down to Prince Loki’s chambers to set his room for the night. Greeting the guard hurriedly, you set to come inside and hurry your duties. As always, the room was empty. The door to his en suite was slightly ajar and steam from his bath furled outward luring you to come closer.

You slowly made your way toward the en suite. The familiar tile and clawfoot tub appears in your sight. Tendrils of steam gave way, but the tub was empty.

“Hello, pet,” Loki said in a deep growl behind your ear. You turned around surprised and almost giggled at the tingling sensation his voice sent down your body.

“Your highness! I – I apologize, your grace. I didn’t m-mean to…” Loki uncloaked himself from his seidr and was wearing nothing but a towel, which hung low around his waist. His defined chest was stronger and more intimidating up close. Your throat dried up and you were at a loss for words.

“I know you’ve been watching me, dear. I can hear your soft whimpers even from behind the thick door.” He said to you as he studied you. A flush of red, as the roses outside, bloomed on your lovely face and crept throughout your body.

You had been caught. There goes your goal of working for the Queen. You would be put in the dungeons for spying. Or maybe the stocks. Worse yet, exiled! You did the only thing you could do. You knelt and begged for forgiveness.

“I-I apologize your majesty please forgive me. I didn’t mean to intrude. I just saw you an…”

“How shall I punish you?” Loki said teasingly.

“Please have mercy, your highness.” You started to cry. A sound that broke Loki’s heart. He’d rather hear you laugh or better yet come undone under his many talents.

“Come now, dear pet.” He said as he tucked your hair behind your ear. The action alone made you stop crying, forcing you to hold back your giggle.  You were always so sensitive around your ears. “I think it’s only fair I get to watch you, don’t you think?”

Your eyes grew wide, and your breath hitched at what the prince had just asked you to do. He held out his hand to help you up.

You looked at it and hesitantly took his offer to help you stand. He led you to the steaming bath. The humidity steamed up the windows and made it hard for you to breathe. The smell of citrus and pine beguiles your senses as Prince Loki started to undress you.

He started with your apron, reaching behind you and untying your knot. He pushed the soft tule of your dress off your shoulders, letting them pool onto the floor. Loki noted that your blush had reddened your skin. He was eager to touch you. To find all your hidden spots that would make you lose control.

Loki bit his lip as he circled you. Trailing his finger from your back up to your shoulder. The action caused you to shiver and jump away from him. “Ah, ah, ah. Jump away like that and I’ll have to tie you down.”

“Please your highness, I’m very…sensitive to touch. I can’t handle it.” You begged.

“Oh, I can tell.” Loki traced his fingers down your neck, eliciting a moan this time. “I wonder if I can find all your sensitive areas. Get in, darling. Show me how you play with yourself.” This was only fair. After all, you had been taking your pleasure as you watched him for many nights now.

You looked at him hesitantly. His eyes sparkled and his smile was predatory. He was handsome and intoxicating. The definition of deadly charm, all wrapped up in muscle and sinew. You slowly laid yourself down on his spacious tub. The warm, soapy water felt amazing against your skin.

Loki couldn’t help but think how brave you were. You had gotten caught and instead of making up excuses and sniveling about it. You took on your punishment, as a good girl should. “Open your legs darling.” You followed his directions. Bending your knees, your feet on opposite sides of the tub. “Go on.” He said. “Pretend as if I’m not in the bath and no one can see you.”

You took a deep breath and closed your eyes. You wanted to please him. You wanted to make this right. You didn’t want to be cast out of the palace. You love your employment here.

You closed your eyes as your hand delicately trailed down your neck. You caressed your breast and pinched your taut nipples, eliciting a deep moan from your lips.

You imagined that your hands were his, roving your body. Trapped in between his strapping muscles. His heady moans echo in your ears. You rubbed yourself, bringing you to the edge. Sticking two of your fingers inside as Loki watched licking his lips.

He dropped his towel on the floor and exposed his hardening cock. Your eyes widened at how well-endowed he was. You had never seen him out of the water. He got inside the tub, kneeling on the opposite end.

“Are you thinking about me?” Loki asked in a deep, but subdued voice.

“Mmm, yes.” You whimpered, close to your release.

“Good girl.” He praised. “I wonder what happens when I touch you here?” he began to trace his fingers up your calves to the back of your knees. You began to giggle and move your legs away from him.

“Oh, no, no, no. Remember what I said about moving away, pet? Now I’m going to have to tie you down.” He said with faux remorse. Invisible cuffs held your hands up and tied to the faucet behind you.

Your heart beat faster. You were helpless against him. He leaned closer to your body as he stroked your arm. “Where else are you sensitive, my dear?” his fingers got dangerously close to your axilla, lingering above it. You shook your head, smiling. You were ticklish, yes. But not in the usual places.

Loki had figured this out when you giggled as he touched your ear. His hands found your sides and he ran his fingers up and down, earning a sharp laugh from your lips, making you splash water around you.

The sound of your honeyed laugh immediately excited him. He loved the sound- any sound -you made. He was so glad that he could make you laugh.

“M-mercy, your ha, ha, ha-highness, please.” You begged.

“Oh, but I love the sound of your laughter.” He trailed his fingers down your body. Caressing every inch. He lingered by the apex of your thighs. Your warm cunt tempting him. “Soon.” He said more to himself. “But first, I need to hear more of your sweet, sweet laughter.” He continued his touch down, behind your knees. The contact made you close your legs and kick up and down. Splashing water over the tub.

Loki laughed as well enjoying your reactions to his teasing. “Oh, you are perfect, my dear.” He continued to tickle you behind your knees. Your laughter rang through his ears like a siren’s song. He couldn’t get enough.

He brought up your leg from under the water and began kissing your thighs. Then your calves. Granting you a momentary reprieve. He bent your knees towards your head as he brought your feet closer to him.

“No! Please, please! Your Highness. No! I-I beg of you.” You tried to pull your feet away, but Prince Loki was a lot stronger. His thumbs pressed deep into the balls of your feet, making you smile and bite down on your lip. He massaged you gently and he felt you relax at his ministrations. He gently kissed your foot and then nipped your heel making you snort ungracefully.

“What a delightful creature you are,” he said smirking. He bit your heel again, making you laugh vehemently, and he continued to kiss his way up your leg.

When his lips found the bend of your knee, he snaked his tongue out and licked you, causing you to laugh again. “Hahaha…Your high…your highness. P-plea-se hahaha.”

His fingers continued massaging their way up your thighs, leaving marks. “Just so I know all the right places where I can touch you to get your angelic laugh.”

He reached your glistening folds, and he rubbed your sensitive pearl with his thumb. A different sound came out of your lips then. “I don’t think I’ll ever get enough of that sound. I want all of it.”

He proceeded to insert two of his fingers inside you, holding your thighs apart. You had gotten so close earlier that it didn’t take long for you to reach your pleasure now. “Y-Your highness…L-Lokiii.”

When you moaned his name, he went feral! He took you in his mouth. His fingers rimmed inside you as his thumb rubbed your delicate nub. He would not let off till your screams echoed in his en suite. Something Loki has dreamt of often.

He felt you tighten around his fingers as the tingling sensation traveled throughout your body, making you cry out his name. You panted and came down from your high, after several moments. Loki continued to kiss you. His lips felt soft and confident.

“You beautiful siren,” he said kissing the side of your lips and all along your cheek. “What other beautiful noise can I draw out from you?” He tugged your ear with his lips and you started to laugh.

He smiled and said, “I’m going to spend the rest of the night finding out.”

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[those-late-night-feels]

Stargazing

Summary: You and Loki have been nothing more than friends in order to protect your heart. But when Thor makes an announcement, you realize your heart will break anyways.

A/N: Clearly I enjoy writing these angst filled drabbles. Please let me know what you think and if I should continue this one. I need the feedback!

The grass tickled the back of your knees while gazing up into the night sky. Any common onlooker would have assumed you were stargazing, and perhaps you were, but you were also wondering if he was anywhere in that great expanse above. 

"Loki, where are you?" you whispered to yourself, a habit started a month ago when he hadn't returned. It had been three months since he had stopped by to inform you that he and Thor were to leave on a mission to another galaxy, assuring you that he would be back before you knew it, but after the first month came and went, you started to wonder if he was ok. Would you have heard if he was injured? If he was dead? You assumed someone would tell you, but just in case, you tended to lurk around during meetings and debriefings. 

Eyes watering, you wiped away the side of your face. You most definitely were not crying over him, you told yourself. Loki had become a very close friend, but never your lover. On nights when you were working late, he would make sure to escort you back to your apartment safely, kissing your hand before you went inside, but was never invited inside. Not because you didn't want to, but because you didn't want to open your heart that much to him, only to know how it would end. He was a god and you were a mortal. When Natasha would raise her eyebrows at you and him together, you rolled your eyes back and swatted her. He was a perpetual flirt, but that was the end of it. 

Looking up into the night sky reminded you of the time he had brought you out to the balcony of Stark Tower, a plethora of blankets and cushions propped up to lounge on, and two cups of tea steaming on a side table. Curled up in your own personal blanket, he pointed out constellations and stories from his life out there in other worlds. He felt so much bigger than you, and in that moment, you felt so insignificant and small next to this fascinating god. Staring more at him than the stars, wide-eyed and jaw-dropped, he told tales of him and Thor in battles with other worlds. 

"Wow, Loki, I think the most fascinating story I could tell you is my trip abroad during college."

He laughed gently at your embarrassment and reached over to tuck a wisp of hair behind your ear. "You are more fascinating than you give yourself credit for, y/n."

Knowing he was just being kind, you tried not to roll your eyes at him. "Right, I'm sure they will be writing history books for centuries to come about Pepper Pott's assistant from small-town middle America."

"Maybe not history books, but there could be volumes of poetry written about the beautiful mortal that bewitched a god."

A cool breeze blew through and you hesitated at his words, pulling the blanket closer around. Oh, he had a silver tongue indeed. But then, the reality of the situation hit and you cocked your head to the side with an incredulous look on your face. 

"I think you're confusing me with one of your chambermaids, Loki," you said, and pushed him to the side to get more comfortable, snuggling him in the process. He hummed in response as he wrapped his arm around you, and you asked him to tell you more about the stars.

Often you would think back to that night, how much of what he had said was truth versus an awful attempt at wooing you to his bed. Truth or not however, he was out there and you were stuck on earth. 

It was six more days before news had spread of a rainbow bridge spotting, and social media clips confirmed it. He and Thor didn't stop by the Avengers compound immediately, and you didn't see Loki for another few days. You tried to distract yourself with extra work; your apartment was as spotless as it had ever been and Pepper was nearly running out of tasks for you. 

When you finally heard Thor's booming laugh through the halls, you were coming back from a coffee run and found the two gods in a briefing room talking with half the Avengers team. Leaning against the doorway, you caught Loki’s eye before anyone else had noticed. "I know you're both gods and all, but three months isn't exactly 'be right back' time for humans."

His eyes were warm and a hint of a smile formed on his lips for a moment, but as Thor wrapped his arm around his adopted brother, he cringed again.

"Yes, well," Thor said with a slight laugh. "We came to be quite busier than expected. Some of us more than others."

Loki blinked hard in annoyance. "I don't believe they all want to hear you drone on about the boring details, Thor. Perhaps you should go up to meet with the rest of the team."

"Alright, alright, and tonight we celebrate!"

Sam scoffed. "Not that I don't enjoy a good party, but I don't think we need to celebrate every time you guys return to Earth."

"Well, that, and Loki's betrothal," Thor explained.

The room erupted in shock and celebration. But the noise was silenced by the ringing in your ears. He cringed as his gaze met yours, a concerned look on his face as others rushed past you to give their congratulations and you tried to comprehend the words you had just heard. Like an idiot you stood there, trying to play it off cool. Here he was, the person you couldn't stop thinking about for the last three months, even if you wouldn't admit it to yourself, and the moment he came back into your life, you were hit like a ton of bricks. Faking a smile, you slipped out of the room, hoping your exit was unnoticed and started walking. Past offices, past the main lobby, past the entrance. If anyone had called out to you when you left, you didn't hear. Leaning over to grab onto your knees on the busy sidewalk, you took in a deep breath, choking down a sob to hold it together. 

The rest of the afternoon was spent in a park downtown. On a bench in the shade, you questioned why this hurt so much. From the beginning, you would not allow yourself to give into his flirtatious advances. And he certainly had made it difficult. His close interactions, his little gestures, the slight touches here and there. How he’d look after you during Tony’s numerous parties when you’d drink a little too much and become clumsy. It was the only time you would allow yourself to let your guard down with him, a little liquid courage. Brazenly flirting with him, he would smile and his eyes would go dark, knowing there was more truth to your words than you were letting on, but shockingly he would not allow your advances to go any further than those words. He’d watch you all night, making sure you were taken care of, that you drank enough water, that you weren’t taken advantage of, but at the end of the night, when you asked him with a pout why you had to go home with Natasha instead of him, he’d put your jacket on you and whisper in your ear, “Because my dear mortal, if I am to take you home, I want you to be fully conscious and of a sound mind for the things I would do to you.” 

Like a deer in headlights, you’d look at him, swallowing hard, and he’d kiss your cheek, whispering goodnight. In the light of the morning sun, you would kick yourself for how you acted, and your guard would be up again.

You shook the self-pitying feeling from your body, decided you were better than this. If this was what had been written in the stars, then so be it. You poured a large glass of wine that night and took a long bath, melting any cares away. The wine glass was half finished and the tub drained when he knocked on your door. Tightening the bathrobe wrapped around your body, those lustrous blue-green eyes met yours.

"Shouldn't you be out celebrating?"

He followed in behind you, shutting the door while a kettle was put on the stove. "And why exactly would I do that?"

The lack of response was deafening, choosing not to risk saying the words and breaking down. You would not cry over him.

"You disappeared after Thor's ill-conceived announcement."

Tea and hot water were poured into cups, adding a splash of milk to yours. "I wasn't in a celebrating mood."

He ignored the cup of tea offered to him on the table, staring only at you. "And what kind of mood are you in?"

A knot formed in your stomach and your eyelashes fluttered. He wasn't doing this now. Not when you were this vulnerable. When your emotions were running wild. "I don't think that's of any importance, Loki."

Your voice wasn't as strong as you had hoped and it was the sign he needed to take a step closer. The tea leaves floating in the cup swirled in a circle. "My darling, it is more important than you realize."

Frustrated, you breathed heavily, staring down at the carpet, too much of a coward to look him in the eye. "This isn't fair, Loki. You… you're… I'm not some prize to be won for a night before you are married!"

Irritation and grief pulsed through your veins. His fingers brushed under your chin, tilting your head to meet his eyes. His brow was furrowed. "Do you think that is what you mean to me? A prize to be won?" You didn't respond. "I have told you before, y/n…. I am enamored by you."

His thumb brushed up your jawline and your eyes closed for a moment, enjoying the feeling of his touch. You felt him lean in closer. 

"And yet, you are betrothed."

He let your chin go in frustration. "This betrothal is a political contract between worlds, for alliance purposes only. I don't even know who she is. This isn't love, it's words. I am a god and I have a duty… " He paused and looked at you. "But it's not love."

Your gut turned, a pain in your chest from his words. Your brain swirled, not sure how to process, what to do. But what matter was it to you? He said it himself, he was a god….

“I think you need to leave, Loki,” you whispered. Turning toward the front door, you placed your hand on the knob. He paused, but followed behind you, hovering.

You could feel him there, his proximity making your breath catch in your throat. As you turned to him, your lips collided with his, and an aching moan left your throat. It wasn’t an accident, whether it was him leaning in, or you faltering forward, both of your bodies had been drawn to each other. Lips stayed still as he inhaled deeply. Hands were frozen, afraid to take things further or break apart. Trembling, you felt his mouth open slightly, on the precipice of losing control and allowing him to ruin you.

When you finally pulled away, lips pink and swollen, he looked down with such desire and wanting. You felt your robe start to give way and you grasped onto his hand violently. His eyes roamed from where you clasped his hand up to your face. “Tell me to stop.”

But you couldn’t say another word to him, afraid that if you opened your mouth, it would turn into a “yes,” a “please,” a “don’t stop.” So, you opened the door and let go of his hand. 

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[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Hear me out! King Lloyd but arranged marriage. He doesn’t want her, not initially, not until his loyal commander started to get close to her.

Ignores her for the first few months of their marriage, essentially spending nights with his mistresses coz the new wife is too timid for him. But then he hears her talking to his chief or commander whatever (Andy? Loki? LEE?) and his wife is witty af and sexy and sweet and bitch wtf.

That’s when his territorial instinct kicks in and he starts to play husband. Christening every room in the castle with their delayed honeymoon, taking her where he is sure the other guy can hear him pounding into her saying the nastiest things, talking about giving the kingdom an heir, and oh - no chambermaid for them anymore coz his wife can fulfill that duty for him 🫠

Ugh. This is my kryptonite tho. The "they were right there the entire time" thing always gets to me. Ughhhh.

[ijuststareatstuffhereok89]

Nights at the Circus: Part XXIV

Convincing Thor to join in your plan is more difficult than you think, but putting your plan into action will be the hardest part of all. Will the first step in your quest go off without a hitch? Or was trusting the Maximoff twins a bad idea?

SERIES MASTERLIST

Content Warning: action Word Count: 3.7k

The next morning, while you slept in late, Loki made his way to his brother’s apartments, which were on the first floor of the residence area, next to the kitchens. You and the Maximoffs decided that Loki knew more about Thor than anyone else, and therefore, would be best able to find a part of him to exploit in order to gain his trust and his aid in your covert mission. 

“Thor?” he asked, banging on the door. “Are you in?”

“Yes,” came a voice…from behind him. 

Loki spun around to see Thor standing before him, looking a little perplexed. “Are you calling on me? How often has that happened since you began seeing the Firebird?”

The God of Mischief sighed and shrugged, acting as if he felt regret choosing nights rolling around naked with you over nights watching silly television shows with Thor. “Are you already suspicious of me, brother? When I have yet to tell you the occasion for my visit?”

Thor grunted and nodded. “I’m a little tired just now.”

“It’s ten-fifteen in the morning.”

Loki nodded, presenting the offerings of mead and pop-tarts in his arms. “You’re planning to bribe me?” Thor looked moderately interested in the gifts. 

“No, I’m planning to calmly explain to you why you should consider my proposal…the mead and the pastry slabs are just perks.”

Thor sighed. “Alright,” he said, clearly in a grumpy mood. “Come on in.”

After he was granted entry into Thor’s living room, which was in disarray, to say the least, Loki scrunched his nose. Clothes, papers, even old food containers, littered the floor and sofa. Loki grimaced at the sight. Thor had never been the tidiest of people (he always had chambermaids to clean up after him on Asgard), and one could always tell when a space had been lived in by the God of Thunder. 

“You want something,” Thor accused almost immediately. 

“Yes,” Loki said simply as he placed the presents on a nearby table. “We need you to help us achieve something a bit outside of the parameters of my probation.”

Thor looked at his little brother with disbelief. “You have to be joking. We’ve talked about your magic before!”

Loki shook his head. “You’re one of the few Avengers who can come and go as he chooses. And this isn’t really for me, so much as it is for Y/N.” 

The blonde god sighed and let gravity throw him down onto the sofa, shaking his head as if it was already a lost cause. “Freyja’s poisoned you for certain.”

“All the more reason to aid us,” Loki replied. “I know that girl you fell for sent you a dismissal letter. What was her name? June?”

“JANE,” hissed Thor. “And I’ll thank you not to bring her up. EVER.”

Loki bit his lip. Tread lightly, this is for Y/N.

“I apologize,” he said instead. 

Thor looked up incredulously. “You apologize? Ha, maybe the Firebird has had more influence on you than even you are aware of!” 

Looking down at his feet, Loki thought of you, and it occurred to him in that moment that he wasn’t usually the one to apologize. Maybe he was softening? Maybe that wasn’t such a bad thing. 

“So, what is this great task you wish me to aid you with?” asked Thor. “I need to know what it is before I tell you why you are insane and why I won’t be a part of it.” 

Loki thought for a moment, hoping that he’d find the right words to sway Thor. “She’s never known much about her powers or her past. Wanda Maximoff thinks there’s a clue somewhere in the mountains north of here. We would only be gone a day or two--”

“--you wish for me to come with you?”

“I wish for you to cover our escape,” Loki answered.

Thor started laughing. “Oh no! No, no, no! You have made some jokes in your time, Loki, but this one, I swear--”

“--I’m not in jest, brother,” Loki growled. “I will make a projection to pace around my room to throw off the scent, and all we really need is someone to wear Wanda’s monitor and make it look like she is walking around her room every so often,” he continued to explain. 

“And the security cameras in every corner of this place?” Thor suggested.

“Once Wanda is untethered, she can project images of empty hallways into the minds of the guards,” Loki said. “Pietro can move quickly enough to scout our path of escape, and Y/N and I will follow them until we are out of Midtown.”

“You have thought this out thoroughly,” Thor remarked. “But I stand by my answer.”

Loki bit his lip. “Why, brother, would you deny my lover this one chance to learn who she is?”

Thor scowled. “You know why. I watched as you let go of my hand and fell off the Rainbow Bridge. I watched you die, Loki. I won’t watch it happen again, especially if there were a way I could stop it.”

“But this isn’t about my life,” Loki pleaded. “It’s about her future.”

Thor looked at Loki, as if studying him for a moment. “You’d lay down your life for her to learn information about herself that her family could provide her with?” Loki nodded firmly. 

“Her family is ashamed of her,” he answered. “They made her hide most of what she could do, which is why we found her with a traveling circus. They believed she could hide her real fire amongst the illusions of the rest of the magicians that performed there.” 

Thor looked away. “Guilt won’t work. I’ve seen you die, and I’d rather not be made to see it again.”

“And yet you condemn me by refusing to help us,” the younger brother answered. “Because I will be doing this for her whether or not you aid…but aiding us will better protect me.”

“And have you considered her consequences? The Maximoffs? Where THEY will go if you fail?”

Loki nodded. “We’ve talked it through--”

“--truly, you get the easy punishment,” Thor interrupted. “Your Firebird, as well as the Twins, would spend the rest of their natural lives in prison!” 

Loki sneered. “And as I’ve said once already: that is much less likely to occur if you would HELP US!”

Thor stood and walked to Loki so that there was barely any air between their bodies. “Leave me, Loki. I don't want to hear any more of this. Go now, or I will go to Fury myself.”

Loki, for once, had no more to say. His brother was dismissing him and threatening to tattle on him! Perhaps there truly was no convincing him otherwise; even the power of love couldn’t sway him now. 

“My, I’m far from the only one who has changed after living on Midgard,” he mused. “As I recall, the triggering event that led to my fall from the Rainbow Bridge in the first place was YOU insisting we ride into battle without thinking of consequences! I now see there is no convincing you, but we are doing this, whether or not we have your support” he mumbled sadly, going for the door with his proverbial tail between his legs. Just before he closed it behind him, Loki stopped for one more quip. 

“I’ll be sure to thank you in my acceptance speech from the executioner’s block.”

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You shook your head. “We aren’t going to do it, then,” you insisted, pouring a cup of coffee for Pietro, who was already showing a dependency on caffeine (it was the closest he could come to feeling his naturally-lightning metabolism again, though it was still a dull comparison). The four of you had reconvened after Loki failed to recruit his brother to the cause, and the mood in the room was much less optimistic than before. 

“Yes we are,” Loki replied. “More than ever, I wish to do this for you.”

“Well, then you’re going to do it without me,” you decided. 

Wanda laughed. “Then what is the point of going at all?”

“You don't die or rot in jail,” you answered. 

“If I have to steal the documents and bring them home like a delivery boy--”

“--Loki, stop. It was fun to indulge in this fantasy for a moment, but now that the stakes are even higher, and now that we know we are on our own, I can’t let you--”

A loud, boisterous knock on the door interrupted you. Pietro went to get it. Thor stood in the doorway, looking like he’d just spent a year straight in battle. “Thunder Man,” Pietro announced. 

“May I come in?” he asked. Loki looked at you, and you nodded with permission. 

“Have you reconsidered?” he asked, hopefully. 

Thor pursed his lips with skepticism. “Not yet, I want to hear what Y/N has to say first.”

Christ, no pressure whatsoever, you thought, taking a deep breath. 

“Would you like some coffee? Tea? Cocoa?” you offered. Thor shook his head. 

“My belly is full of mead already,” he refused, giving Loki an accusatory look. “My brother came to me earlier with a rather wild proposal.”

“Yes,” you affirmed. “I know he did.”

“And does this really mean so much to you?” Thor followed up. “That you’d sacrifice the lives of others for the answers to your past?”

“THOR!” Loki barked defensively. “DO NOT ACCUSE HER--”

“--I was the one who came forward first,” Wanda confessed, raising a shy hand. “Firebird has been the one insisting we think this through before doing anything.”

You held up a palm, insisting you speak on your own behalf. “Thor, my family never told me a word about where this fire came from, if they even ever knew anything themselves. They are the most boring group of people, and they like it that way. I fit in back before I was sixteen, and everything was fine by me. Ever since my powers appeared, my family has treated them like a virus or a disfigurement to hide. Like I was the monster that more civilized people told their children about at night.”

Loki looked at you, biting his lip to keep from saying anything. 

“At first, I never really thought about it. I always thought I agreed with them: that hiding would be for the best,” you went on. “But for the first time in my life, people believe in what I can do. Now that it’s become possible to get some answers…I want them. I want to know why they were afraid of me, so that maybe I can be better. Stronger, even.”

You felt a cool, soft hand slip into yours, and sure enough, Loki was beside you. 

“Please, Thor? We aren’t asking you to come with us. Only to help protect us,” you asked. 

Wanda and Pietro smiled and added to the pressure being heaped on the God of Thunder, who was shooting a very resentful look at his little brother. 

“You know how I feel about this,” Thor said. “I don’t want you to be arrested, Loki. You know where it leads.”

“Thor, I have been trapped here for a year,” Loki sighed. “When Y/N came here, I became a little less trapped. But I am still in a cage here, under constant threat of death if I ever dare be who I am at my core.”

Wanda stood. “As am I.”

“And me, I feel so sick all of the time,” Pietro added. 

“We all would rather put it on the line to help one of our own than to remain in our gilded cage, safe and sound,” Loki explained, gesturing to the Maximoffs. “What does that say to you?”

Thor grunted. “That you’re in love, my brother. And that you’ve forced my choice.”

“So, you’ll cover us?” you asked, hopefully. 

He looked at you, partially with disappointment, partially with fear. “Yes, Firebird. I will aid you. What exactly is it that you need of me?”

Wanda smiled. Pietro pumped his fist. Loki kissed your cheek, but you let go of his hand and went to put a delicate kiss on Thor’s hairy cheek. “Thank you, friend.”

Thor sighed. “This is for you, my sister.” He glared at his brother a moment, almost resentfully. “And don't let Loki ever think otherwise.”

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The night came. You were ready to leave the Tower and NYC for the quiet, chilly north country. Everyone was at the ready, positions taken, ready to leave the building one at a time for the lowest odds of being caught as a group and implicating all five Avengers involved in the scheme. 

Wanda’s suppressor had been easily slipped off of her thin ankles. Attaching it to Thor had been the difficult part, as it needed to be able to read heartbeats and steps. Thor’s ankle was decidedly larger, but eventually. with some trickery of your own (and about five or six rubber bands), Thor was shackled. He would move about slowly, and only in and around Wanda’s apartment for the day or so everyone would be missing. 

Now, she had made her way down to the security station on the fifth floor, where monitors from every camera in the building fed out into a large wall of screens. She would signal once the guards were under her spells of illusion and unconsciousness by sending red fog through the camera placed above the door to your gym, telling everyone it was time to move, while they all had the chance.

Pietro would go first. He didn’t even need to dodge the cameras. For the past three nights, he’d slipped his depressant pills under his tongue, so by this evening, his speed had returned to him in full. He only had to keep away from the others at dinner so no one would suspect. 

You would come out next, reliant on Wanda’s work to slip away. Loki, having more diverse magic, would bring up the rear, and pull Wanda away with him. They knew to meet yourself and Pietro at the Winter Garden Theater (where you’d had your first date with your god, no less), where you all would then be at the mercy of the dreaded New York City public transportation system. 

“There’s a train, an Amtrak, that goes as far north as Albany,” you explained while planning the escape route. “If we all can make the break by 11:30pm, it leaves at midnight from Penn.”

“And if one of us is caught or held up?” you asked. Loki decided that as long as you were out in the world, the mission would continue, and whoever had made the rendezvous spot by no later than 11:40pm would move forward. 

Thus, your ticking clock was set. 

Most of the Avengers team were either asleep, or at the very least retired to their rooms. It was usually a very safe hour to move about for anyone with a personal interest in remaining stealthy. 

You were standing in the doorway of the gym, looking up at the camera, waiting for it to turn completely red. Pietro was probably already en route to the Winter Garden. 

Loki’s gentle hand was running up and down your arm. “You’re trembling, love.”

“Shh!” you whispered reflexively. 

“Oh my dear, there is no one around to hear either of us if we screamed,” Loki replied. “It’s certainly your nerves.”

You sighed. “Not all of us are so apt in the ways of tricksters as you are. Some of us actually fear getting busted, you know.”

You felt his warm lips at the nape of your neck as Loki wrapped his arms around your torso from behind. “I will never let you fester in prison.”

“You can’t promise that,” you answered, your gut feeling heavy and solid. You were internally hoping that you wouldn’t blow chunks right there before anything exciting even transpired! 

Loki playfully nipped your earlobe, one of your favorite moves. “I can promise it, and I will promise it.”

The security camera above your heads began glowing faintly, a crimson halo encasing the device. “There it is,” you said fearfully, the worry clearly shaking your vocal chords. 

“Listen to me,” Loki said, turning you around and laying a kiss on your brow. “You are strong. You are fast. You can do this easily.”

“If I fail, it’s you that really pays the price,” you added, tears welling in your eyes. Loki cupped your face in a hand, wiping the tear away with his thumb. 

“You won’t. I’m putting my life in your hands, but don't let that pressure you. I don’t trust anyone with my life in the same way I do with you,” he admitted. “That’s how certain I am that everything will be fine, and in a few short days, we’ll return without being missed, with you holding ten times the knowledge you did before. You’ll use it to become the greatest of us all.”

You leaned in and kissed Loki with the force and passion of a final kiss…just in case. 

“Make it last until eleven-forty,” you said, smiling softly for his benefit. 

“Now, go, I need to find Wanda,” he instructed. 

You began to walk towards the stairwell, before turning back one last time. “Loki?” you called. 

“Yes, pet?”

“I love you,” you replied. 

He smiled. “I know. I love you too.”

“And when we get back,” you added, “After I’m done with you, you won’t be able to walk straight for a week.”

Loki’s best grin rolled across his face, and it was this that finally gave you the last bit of confidence you needed to stop shivering. “I would expect nothing less from you. Now, quick! Go fly, Firebird!” 

He took off like a shot down the other way. You quickly dashed down the stairwell. You couldn’t risk the elevator, as all it would take is the doors opening to one unexpected person staying late, or Steve coming back from retrieving a midnight snack to completely bust you. At least the stairwell was dark at night, and unless one was only going up/down a floor or two, no one would be using it after business hours. 

Seeing as the living spaces for the Avengers was on the top few floors of the Tower, it took you what felt like hours traversing down more than 120 floors of stairs and landings. There were no stirrings from around you on the floors, no suggestions that someone had found Wanda or Pietro or Loki sneaking around, like snakes in the water trying not to be spotted by predators. 

39…38…37…

“What’s that on the monitors??”

A loud male voice hollered from two floors below you all of the sudden. 

“What’s with the red stuff?” chimed a different, also male, voice. “Get to the security desk!”

Shit shit shit shit shit, you thought, freezing in place like a deer on a highway. 

There was no way to warn the others. All you could do was to wait until it sounded safe then make a mad dash for the door. If the video room was their destination, they’d be going down, not up. As long as you concealed yourself along the wall, amongst the shadows, you wouldn’t be spotted. Of course, that didn't stop the nerves from consuming you further. 

You smelled something burning. Gasping, you looked around, immediately dousing any flame that was popping up involuntarily on your body. 

But there was no glow around you, however, indicating any fire. Instead, you quickly realized you were doing something you’d never done before. You were smoking. 

Even weirder, looking down at your hands, you saw your hands slowly become the smoke you were emitting, disappearing from your sight but staying where they were, as if you were turning yourself into the plume slowly forming around you. 

The fuck is this?! you screamed internally. Am I breaking???

The harsh internal monologue seemed to reboot you, your hands quickly reforming and the smoke around you disappearing. 

Okay, whatever the hell that was, ignore it for now, you told yourself. Just. Go. 

The next several minutes were a complete blur as you did nothing but sprint and hide, sprint and hide, sprint and hide as you made your way down the stairs and out of the building. 

Just before you slunk out the designated side door, the red mist around the camera suddenly ceased, and alarm bells shrieked. 

Oh my god, Loki! He’s been caught! 

“Keep going,” was the voice that chimed in your head next, and it was his. You obeyed. What else was there you could do? Maybe he and Wanda could use their combined magic to escape yet?

Dashing down the street and as far away from the Tower as you could, you made your way the several blocks to the Winter Garden Theater. At least Pietro had made the rendezvous on time, as promised. He was casually leaning up against a wall, his foot bouncing nervously up and down so quickly you almost couldn’t tell. 

“You’re late!” he said quietly as you finally approached the checkpoint. 

“They caught us,” you cried. “Or, rather, them,” you added. Pietro, naturally a very pale man, somehow went even whiter in that moment. 

He asked, “Are you certain of this?”

You nodded, trying to hold back tears. “The cameras lost their red energy, alarms went off,  and men started yelling about the camera room.”

“Shit,” mumbled Pietro, looking at you desperately. “Well, remember what Loki said? We move forward no matter who we…who we lose.” You knew that when he paused, it was Wanda who came to his mind. 

You bit your lip in sadness. “What time is it?”

Pietro shrugged. “11:29?”

“We can wait until 11:40,” you suggested, desperately hoping they were only just a few steps behind you somehow. 

“Of course,” Pietro said. “But after that, we must--”

“--move on,” you finished. 

You both leaned your backs against the sides of the theater, looking at the Tower looming over the other buildings around you as lights quickly flicked on and the odds of Loki and Wanda making it out seemed less and less likely. For your part, all you and Pietro could do was keep vigil for as long as you could, hoping that your loved ones would soon rejoin you. 

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A Lot of Boning [Asgard!Loki Oneshot]

A Link to My Masterlist is HERE Summary: Asgard!Loki loses bet and must wear a corset on a night out. Loki is very pleased about this. (w/c 2.5k) Warnings: 18+ Minors DNI. Loki/corsets. Smuttish. Language. Heavy petting. Spoiled, flirty prince behaviour. Stupid stuff. Ridiculous HC lore. Asgardian crones. A/N: That tik tok wouldn't leave my brain. Sorry folks.

“A-HA, brother...you have been bested most thoroughly!” Thor’s voice boomed around the pillars, spilling over the balcony. Loki raised an eyebrow, stiffening and clenching his fists while a smile threatened to betray him.

“Indeed, brother” he purred bitterly, making sure he sounded surprised. "How awful."

In the training courtyard below, Sif held Volstagg pinned to the ground, her sword inescapably pointed to his throat. “It seems I underestimated her.” “And what of the bet, then?” Fandral coo-d, his face emerging between the brothers shoulders. Loki shot a questioning glance at the thin fingers now curled around his triceps, before looking to their owner. “I shall adhere to the stakes agreed. Obviously.”

Thor clapped Fandral on the back, chuckling loudly and shaking his head.

“Brother no one expects you to parade the Asgardian night taverns wearing a corset. Norns, Fandral was only joking. Weren’t you, Fandral?” Fandral smirked, reaching for his goblet. He tipped it briefly towards them both, before sipping.

Loki studied the man’s face, watching a tinge of pink creeping up his neck. He tilted his head.

“I very much think he was not joking, brother” Loki said calmly, seeing Thor’s jaw drop out the corner of his eye. “But never let it be said that a son of Odin reneges on his wagers.” “Loki you can’t be ser-” Loki held up a hand, eyes closed towards his brother’s protestations. “But your reputation...the scrolls of gossip which will circulate. Father." Thor's eyes widened. "Brother I implore yo-” “Enough,” Loki murmured malevolently, shooting Thor a silencing stare. The blonde’s lips hardened in a thin line, as the god of mischief shook dark hair back from his shoulders.

“The usual place?” he drawled, pushing himself away from the balustrade. Thor nodded reluctantly.

“Very well,” said Loki, with a feigned sigh of lament.

When he arrived to his chambers, the staff were dismissed with a wave of his hand.

All save one.

“Wait here,” he soothed as he passed her, trailing a knuckle down her bare bicep. Every goosebump he left in his wake was a promise. “I will have need of you.”

He smirked as she smoothed the front of her silken apron. Loki licked his lips at the memory of the taste of what lay beneath those skirts, already soaking for him he’d wager. That is a bet I wouldn’t intentionally lose, he mused as he threw open the ornate doors to his garment-room. Arms spread wide, he basked in the pungent smell of leather which overcame him. It was warm, and rich. Decadent, just like that chambermaid’s sweet little quim.

He clasped his hands ceremonially behind his back, pacing slowly forward. Loki enjoyed every faint rustle of his leather trousers, each measure thump of his boot on polished marble. The sound of his velvet-gloved fingers brushing together was like the flurry of a lovers skin. All these things and more, he always noticed in the moments before he disrobed. He could feel himself hardening already at the prospect of what was to come. The god smoothed his hair behind his ears and stretched in front of him, lacing his fingers. His knuckles cracked. He stretched his neck to one side, then the other; and with a parting of his digits – a secret compartment blossomed into view.

This was his very favourite selection of garments, each handmade by only the finest knobbled fingers among the Asgardian Crones.

Although responsible for all the royal families more intricate ceremonial costumery....these...they made only for him. For his cabinet of debauchery. And they were well rewarded.

He trailed the pads of his fingertips across displayed fabrics as he moved. Robes of chiffon and silk and leather which cut and hung to his body like honey, so much so that the very sight of his immortal frame wrapped in their embrace had been known to make his lover climax. Into every sinful negligee, every blindfold, every erotic ensemble, every fluttering tail in a well-worn crop; the Asgardian Crones had worked their spells.

‘Are you certain, my Prince,’ one had crooned doubtfully, craning closer to his sketch. Her fingers shook as she did so, tracing the lines of his elaborate request.

“Quite,” Loki had replied with the air of one who did not expect to be asked twice. She observed him craftily, creased skin trembling as one decrepit eyebrow rose. She’d always been a flirt.

“I’m not sure there’s time – tis a lot of boning, Prince Loki-” she hummed, coy undertones fresh even in the creak of her voice. He waved his hand dismissively with a sultry chuckle.

“The tales you could tell about boning, eyh Lagartha?” he purred wickedly. “I’ve heard the songs.” Lagertha’s wrinkled skin had flushed a pale pink as he’d leant across the large cutting table, ensuring to spread his fingers against the wood, making the veins she enjoyed in his hands flex.

She would be able to see down the loose tie of his tunic neckline, to the shifting ropes of muscle beneath. To his naval, most likely. The scent of him, the warmth, the pure essence of masculine, sexual power that flowed from his skin to her nostrils. He watched her cloudy pupils dilate.

A wolfish grin had spread his lips. “Or if you prefer...I could tell you some of mine” he’d winked.

The crone cleared her throat suddenly, hacking. “Are you alright, darling?” the Prince said with excruciating sensuality.

Lagertha hacked louder.

Two new crones had rounded the corner at an alarmingly slow pace. Loki rolled his eyes as they shuffled towards their ailing sister. Loki returned to a standing position. “I shall return next solstice to collect it,” Loki had said pointedly to Lagertha, making a show of stretching out each leather glove before pulling it on. He arched a brow.

Lagertha, close to expiration in her chair, nodded.

The other weavers shot him dirty looks as they began a lacklustre, synchronised fan of her face.

Loki had almost skipped back to his chambers that day. And now, as he rested his thumb beneath his chin in wonder at the finished article, he felt the same elation. He had waited for the perfect debut for this most treasured piece. Oh, how he had waited.

And finally, here it was.

Fandral thought to cast tarnish on his masculinity? On his virility? On his very power and reputation in this realm? Well, Loki thought with a smile as his eyes tracked every immaculate detail of the corset; he thinks wrong. His brother might be excused for being blinded to Loki’s ability to outplay any trickster-like attempts, but Fandral? Loki had given him far too much credit in the past, clearly.

To save time, Loki peeled the clothes from his body with magic. New garments unfurled around his limbs, having been drawn from the everyday closets outside. Tight dark chinos, and a thick cotton shirt; such a depth of green it was almost obsidian.

The thrill of unfamiliar Midgardian clothes on his body sent a shiver of anticipation up Loki’s spine. They were so light. Almost like being naked. If not for the tightness. His cock ached, heavy desire throbbing with renewed vigour. The demon thickened against his leg, each wince from the cotton pants making him hiss as he screwed his eyes shut in pleasure.

Migardians and their fascination with tightness, he mulled as he spun towards the flickering doorway.

“Girl?” he called expectantly. There was a pause, before the chambermaid’s brisk footsteps sounded, stopping abruptly in front of the door to the concealed portion of Loki’s closet. Her eyes were wide in wonder, gazing around until they stopped at his feet. She worked her way up his statuesque body, legs wide and triangular; arms crossed and straining against the shirt. “My P-prince,” she stammered, covering her eyes. Loki chuckled. “Come now, you don’t look this bashful when I come to you with sword in hand,” he teased as he straightened his back. She lowered her hands, revealing only her eyes. They shone. I really should move these ‘suits’ to the cabinet of debauchery, he pondered; watching the chambermaid squirm.

He suddenly wondered how she would fare on her knees, fumbling with the other-wordly zipper, biting her lip as she salivated impatiently for his cock. No time, he chided as he raised a hand, beckoning.

“I require your assistance with this,” he gestured to the side.

He didn’t. Not truly. But Loki Odinson knew how to wring every last screeching sliver of drama from a production. And after the time he had waited for this debut, he would make it drip until its last drop.

Her eyes grew wider. “Loki...” she murmured in awe, protocols forgotten.

The corset handcrafted by his loyal crones hung perfectly lit, showcased on the wall. Exquisite boning curved the sides, cutting inward at the perfect dimensions to cinch the sluttish nips of his taut waist.

The bodice was boned to perfection, thick strips of Nilfheimian narwal tusk holding shape. Golden flashes glinted at the shoulders, down the deep V of the neckline. His richest shade of royal green adorned the bodice, silken threads stitched so close it slid beneath the fingertips like polished glass.

“For what do you require my assistance, my Lord?” she murmured, letting her eyes fall wantonly to his curled lips. Loki slipped the corset from its display, swirling it elegantly over his arms and slotting it in place, much like a reverse waistcoat. “For this,” he said, spinning slowly on his heels. He raised his arms, raking his hair into a messy bun; fingers fastened to his scalp, exposing his neck.

The back of the corset splayed open. A long thread of ebony silk unfurled in Loki’s hand. One end of the ribbon poised upward from his palm like a snake, head pointed to the maid. It lunged towards her before stopping abruptly.

“Take it,” Loki smouldered, “it won’t bite.” The chambermaid’s trembling hands diligently wove the silk through the intricate holes of the corset, each pull of the length together making her groan gently against his back in spite of herself. She was taking her time, wondering at the creases of shirt beneath the boning. Wondering at him.

Loki’s eyes closed, the press of her fingertips between his shoulder-blades making fucking her over the nearest chaise greatly tempting. She pulled the binds tighter, looping strands with a final flourish. Loki hummed quietly, clenching. “I hope this is acceptable, my Prince” she murmured, trailing her fingers wilfully down the criss-cross of ribbon. Her breasts pushed flush to his spine, her words low and sultry. “I have not laced a corset since my lady Frigga’s.” “Do not speak of my mother,” Loki moaned quietly as he guided her hand to the crook of his thigh. His cock met her palm, the resulting squeeze rewarded with a buck of his hips. He spun towards her and guided her to the wall.

Her lungs emptied as he pressed to her, feeling her digits tugging gently at her handiwork. Loki could feel the boning press against her curves, the tight outline of his glamorous armour making her struggle for breath. His lips traced hers with the lightest of touches, her hot breath filling his throat. She thrust against the thigh pressed between her legs, gasping like a virgin as he nudged upwards to her sex.

“Pretty thing,” he whispered warm and wet into her ear. She whined, bucking against him. Loki released a dark chuckle. “Be here to undress me on my return.”

In Asgard’s busiest tavern, the evening’s festivities were in full swing. Thor stared into his tankard, watching thick bubbles pop lazily on the surface.

“Oh Fandral, what have we done?” he lamented, sliding a meaty palm further up his cheek. “He will be here at any moment. Reputation? Ruined.” Fandral scoffed, glancing at the door for the third time in as many minutes. “Do you think he’ll wear a garter?” announced Sif, swinging a leg over the bench with two large tankards in each fist. Volstagg spat ale in a cloud of laughter. "I bet he wears a garter," Sif continued seriously. "I hereby claim first attempt to rip it off with my teeth." "No fair," Fandral whined. “-Tis no matter of mirth,” Thor snapped loudly. Plates on the table rattled. Fandral patted his hand with a sigh. “Your brother knows us well enough. He is Asgard’s biggest tease. He will not wear ladies underthings - not in public anyway..." he paused, momentarily taken away. " I am most sure of it," he continued breezily. "Fragile masculinity, most likely.” But as he spoke, his face simmered with excitement.

Sif narrowed her eyes at him warily, realising in tandem with the others that the raucous tavern had grown quiet. The four of them spun to face the door, where a hundred other patrons also stared, transfixed.

“Brother?” Thor murmured disbelieving. But there, in all his splendour, was Loki.

The figure cut against the star-littered sky, the outline of his body as crisp and clear as carved marble. Thick curls spilled over his shoulders, fluttering in the nights chill. Long limbs strode rakishly over the paved floor, the click of his heels making onlookers jump as their arousal fizzed like malevolent static.

His cheekbones slashed, the determined set of his smoulder making him look like a king. A demon of the night.

Simply the sight of him moving across the floor made the captive audience hold its breath. The tight grip of the unfamiliar style of shirt to his muscles, the mercilessly cinched nip of his waist which exploded the breadth of his shoulders. A golden brooch in the crest of a snake was pinned to the centre of his chest, complimenting the lavish glint of the corset piping. The god of mischief's ordained colours were saturated by the auburn glow of candlelight. Loki smiled wickedly, winking at an unsuspecting woman grasping feverishly at her friend’s shoulder. He stood at the end of the table, spreading his arms wide before clasping them behind his back. “Well?” he asked smugly, giving them a slow spin. There were a series of thumps as members of the Asgardian public hit the floor. “You know midgardian garments are frowned upon,” Thor grumbled, casting glances over his shoulder. Loki rolled his eyes. “It’s about the ensemble, brother” he snipped. “Although I wouldn’t expect you to understand that.”

Fandral cleared his throat, standing and raising his cup towards the ceiling. “Prince Loki you look-”

“-Ravishing,” Loki drawled. “I know.” He cast a scathing glance down Fandral’s body, making his way leisurely back to his face. “Smarts, doesn’t it? To see me the victorious antithesis of your childish plot to humiliate me.” Sif snorted. “He just wanted to see you in a corset” she remarked, pushing her tankard from one hand to the other. Loki’s lips pursed, folding his arms as he spoke. “The evident stirring in his breeches betrays that much.” Fandral sat down immediately to the sound of raucous laughter round the table.

A crowd had begun to gather at a respectful distance around the dark prince, dozens of eyes combing over every deliciously wrapped inch of him. The air was bubbling with sexual energy. Hair on Loki’s arms bristled. He was just about to bestow greetings upon his inflamed public when Thor tugged his shirt sleeve.

“Brother, the gossip-scrolls will still remark on this…”

Loki scoffed, rolling his eyes. “What care have I? I look incredible brother, as you well know. Desist with your petulant jealousy.” He straightened, enjoying the wistful longing in Thor’s gaze as it swung from Loki’s cinched trunk trussed in boning to the feral, shifting stares of his lustful devotees. And tonight, that was everyone it seemed.

Loki paced around the table, settling his hands on his wary brother's shoulders. “It was supposed to be funny” Thor grumbled, shaking his head while Fandral squirmed beside him. Loki’s mouth twitched in a knowing smile as he watched the man run his palms down his thighs repeatedly. Trying to distract himself. He lowered himself, hovering between Thor and his misguided best friend.

“The wager did not include that we were to wear lace and brassiere and frill and garter. Although I do have those effects in my personal collection, too.”

He winked at Fandral, who flushed crimson.

The god of thunder folded his arms. “It’s just very...you” he whined. The envy, Loki mused, is palpable. His fingers curled around Fandral’s bicep, giving him a knowing squeeze. “Exactly, brother” Loki whispered with finality in his siblings ear. The triumphant god straightened before raising his arms. Dying embers nestling in the tavern fireplaces roared to life at the command. Tonight, he was a king. And the squeals of the crowd grew to a roar.

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In my Solitude

Thor x Reader x Loki - Asgard AU

18+ | contains smutty themes + adult themes etc. angst

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“And you’re sure?” You questioned cautiously, looking up at the nurse.

“Positive my lady” she nodded.

“No one can know, you mustn’t tell a soul” you threatened.

“Of course my lady” she nodded again as you began to stand, feeling a little lightheaded.

“Tell me about Midgard” you requested, your head against Loki’s arm as you looked up at the stars from your perch on one of the balconies. Taking the almost empty bottle of mead from your hand, Loki took a swig before he spoke.

“Well, I suppose it’s like here but with fewer stars” he answered.

“Really?” You asked, awestruck.

“Well there’s a few differences like they don’t have any magic there they have something else called technology and the music y/n, the music is dulcet. The harmonious melodies they have there are the real magic.”

“Really?” You gasped.

“Really” he smiled, glancing down at you before looking at the sky again “and they’ve got different countries with different rules and different rulers” he continued.

“I bet you would be the best ruler, you could rule them all” you giggled.

“I agree,” he nodded, “although I don’t think they’ll take kindly to that.”

“You’re wasted here” you murmured, looking up at him.

“How so?” Loki questioned, looking down at you.

“Here you’re cast to the shadows, always following in his footsteps but elsewhere you’d be able to shine, you’d be a king Loki” you grinned.

Loki let the words linger for a moment before he spoke.

“A king needs a queen,” he stated.

“We get along, I could be your queen” you suggested playfully.

“Yeah?” Loki smiled.

“Yes” you nodded, your gaze dipping to Loki’s lips as his lowered to yours. The tense seconds that passed between you both felt like hours as you ripped your stares apart, Loki clearing his throat.

“But alas, you’re promised to someone else” he continued the conversation.

“Well I’ll run away if you will,” you laughed.

“Yeah, we’ll meet at the palace gates and run off into the sunset together” Loki chuckled.

“Stranger things have happened my friend, stranger things” you smiled before a comfortable silence settled between you both.

“Will you take me one day, Loki, to Midgard?” You requested.

“I’d do anything you ask” he answered quickly, too quickly.

Eventually, the two of you decided to head back to your chambers, Loki helping you to yours as you stumbled over your own feet, giggling with each step. Allowing you to lean on him, Loki guided you towards your bed before you inelegantly threw yourself into it, rushing underneath the duvet. You looked up at him as he looked down at you, knowing you wanted to say something.

“Yes?” He prompted.

“I want to hear more about Midgard,” you asked.

“Of course you do,” he smiled, noticing your shiver before he clicked his fingers, igniting the fireplace as you moved across the bed to the other side, gesturing for him to lay down. Without pulling the duvet back, Loki laid down and began to speak as your eyes fell closed.

“And that’s not even the half of it” he finished, placing a kiss against your cheek as he heard your breathing even out. Standing to his feet, he looked at you for a moment, the rise and fall of your chest before he silently bid you goodnight and left your chambers.

Waking up the following morning, you cursed Thor’s mead as your head throbbed. Like most mornings, your chambermaids bathed you, clothed you and fed you before reading your daily schedule. Today you had meetings with your ladies in waiting, meetings that mostly consisted of you sitting bored as you sipped tea. As you left your chambesr to attend the first meeting of the day, you spotted Loki heading towards one of the training rooms. Dismissing your escort, you followed Loki, slipping in behind him before the door closed. You watched him, intrigued as he began laying out various weapons from the weapons vault, his back to you as you slowly stepped towards him.

“You know it isn’t polite to stare”

You gasped, your breath escaping you as Loki spoke in your ear. Spinning around, you were met by Loki who was smiling coyly at you. Glancing over your shoulder, you saw the other Loki practically disappear.

“A clone” you figured.

“You shouldn’t be in here” he smirked “this is my domain”

“Is that a threat?” You stood your ground as Loki began to circle you.

“Merely a statement, a fact if you will,” he shrugged.

“There isn’t anywhere in the palace I don’t have access to, this room, your domain included” you smiled smugly.

“I don’t doubt that,” he agreed. “However there are certain places that have certain rules, rules that must be abided by, even by you” he spoke.

“Such as?” You ventured.

“No one enters this room and leaves without a fight” he informed you.

“Am I supposed to be scared?” You smiled.

“Very” he answered in a tone that could have been mistaken for sultrily, a tone that made you falter for a moment before composing yourself again. “I promise, I’ll go easy on you” he assured.

“Oh Loki, the last thing I want is for you to go easy on me” you dared.

“So you want it hard then?” He smirked.

“I was trained as a Valkyrie Loki, do you want it hard?” You rebutted.

“Very well” he began, taking a dagger from his ankle holster and handing it to you “are you sure you’re dressed appropriately?” He asked, eyeing the dress draped over your body, touching the floor. Using the dagger, you tore the bottom of the dress off to allow your feet to move more freely before nodding.

“Give me your best shot” you spoke before you and Loki began to fight. Your blades clashed against one another as you dodged eachothers attacks. You couldn’t help the wide smile that spread across your face at the feeling of a sharp dagger in your hand again, the feeling of fighting again; you couldn’t remember the last time you felt this alive. You could tell Loki was holding back. He was one of the most skilled fighters in the nine realms and yet you had managed to nick at his skin a couple of times.

“Stop holding back” you shouted over the clanging of metal and your heavy breathing paired with his.

“I’m not, maybe you’re just that good,” Loki answered.

“Nonsense” you huffed, holding the dagger against his throat.

“Fine” he caved in, wrapping his arm around your back as he pulled you against him “if you step backward, this dagger plunges into your back.”

“And if you step forward, this dagger slices your throat” you shot back, your eyes boring into one another’s.

“So, we find ourselves in quite the predicament” he voiced.

“Although I’m at an advantage” you spoke, causing Loki’s smile to fall as you stepped back a little, freeing yourself from his grip as his dagger pierced through your dress, penetrating your skin a little.

“Y/n!” Loki gasped, dropping his dagger as he spun you around.

“It’s fine, just a little scratch, these dresses have such thick corsets attached” you dismissed.

“I could have seriously hurt you” Loki reprimanded you, untying the strings of your corset “let me heal you” he offered, removing your corset and placing his hand over the graze. The area felt cool for a moment before Loki let go. Unlike the last time in your chambers, you were wearing undergarments so your body wasn’t completely unclad, not that you would have minded with the way Loki was looking at you, forcing himself to focus on your eyes, hungry as you turned to face him.

“So, I win?”

“Get out y/n” Loki spoke, causing you to furrow your eyebrows in confusion.

“Sorry I—” you began.

“Go, now!” He raised his voice a little, catching you off guard as you quickly spun around and headed for the door.

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Love Burns- Part 3 of the Love Series (Loki x Female Reader)

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Days turned into weeks and every single morning when he opened his eyes, Loki was disappointed to find that the ground had in fact not opened up and swallowed him like he had hoped overnight, no matter how much he pleaded to the gods to end his misery.

Over the first few days, he had to endure family meals and it was usually the only time he saw you each day. Even though you never once acknowledged his presence, he was still pleased to be able to be given the chance to look upon your face. If Odin had any indication of the awkward tension that surrounded each meal, he never led onto it. Frigga on the other hand continuously darted her eyes between all three of her children as she studied the changes between the relationships. You never spoke to Loki anymore. He never stopped staring at you. You and Thor would be affectionate one moment and distant with each other the next.

The newlyweds had been home for just over a week when Odin called Loki into the throne room one afternoon and announced that he would be taking Thor’s place on the diplomatic missions over the coming weeks to allow him and his bride time together to “establish their marriage dynamics.” It was difficult for him to keep his composure at the thought of what all that could entail and could only picture his brother’s hands all over you. The way the two of you whispered to each other during meals or private walks in the garden nearly made him violent.

After arriving back in Asgard late the previous night after a rather lengthy trip to a neighboring realm, it felt like the rising sun came much too soon as Loki forced himself to slip from his bed. With a heavy heart and a nervous stomach, he made his way down to the private dining hall for the royal family for breakfast. When he noticed that you and Thor had not yet made it down yet, he wasn’t sure whether to be relieved or saddened that you weren’t there. Once he sat down, he was shocked when Odin began to partake without the rest of the family.

“Are the happy couple not joining us as well, father?”

Odin didn’t seem phased by Loki’s question and his mother chimed in instead.

“Our dear princess hasn’t been feeling well over the last few days and they have chosen to take their meals in private for now.”

The look of confusion on his face turned to one of hurt as he took in the suspicious smirk on the queen’s face. Surely, it couldn’t mean what her expression was implying. While he knew you had a duty to fulfill, he refused to believe it would happen this soon. As soon as he was finished eating, he rose from the table and quickly made his exit whether it was proper or not.

“Are you sure it was her?”

“Of course, it was! I know what our princess looks like, Ingrid!”

Upon hearing the title, Loki froze in place around the corner from the gossiping servants and listening intently to their conversation.

“What makes you think that was the reason for her visit to the healers though?”

“Why else would he bring her in after being violently ill for days now? Her chambermaid said she hasn’t kept any of her meals down all week and barely leaves the bed. Besides, why else would the two of them visit the infirmary under the cover of darkness and have need of the imaging machines if other than a secret ultrasound that you don’t want anyone to know about?”

“Well, I certainly am not surprised that she could be carrying this soon after the wedding. I mean, if I was married to someone as handsome as Thor, I wouldn’t leave the royal chambers until I had an entire litter of the prince’s babies!”

After hearing enough, he stepped around the corner and made his presence known. The sound of him clearing his throat behind the girls startled them enough to both let out a small shriek before dropping into a formal bow. Loki towered over them with his hands tucked behind his back as he glared at them both. The longer he stood in silence, the more their legs shook in fright with their heads bowed to the floor.

“It’s a shame you care more about discussing matters that do not concern you than the tasks you have been assigned to. I’m sure you can easily be sent to work the fields and more suitable replacements for your positions could be found by sundown. Is that something you would like?”

When both girls stayed silent, he lowered his voice and no longer hid his anger.

“You will speak when your prince has addressed you! Now I won’t repeat myself again... Is that something you would like?”

“N-n-no, Your Highness.”

“Good. Now if you are both done giving your energy to rumors that involve the privacy of your princess, I strongly suggest you return to your duties and make sure to give the royal family the respect they have earned. Is that understood?”

The girls could only nod in response.

“Get out of my sight!”

He didn’t think he had ever seen a member of the help run away from him that fast before. Loki had a reputation for being a snake and it wasn’t for the typical reasons of backstabbing and dishonesty. The Dark Prince had prided himself on his tactics of stealth when it benefited himself and those he loved, and it often gave him an advantage when he needed it. It wasn’t the first time he had snuck up on the hired help and it certainly wasn’t the first time they had felt his strike in anger and the venom in his words.

Once they were gone around the end of the hall and he was alone once again, he thought back over their words. Had you truly been that ill in his absence? Was there any chance that they were correct in their assumptions? Before he gave it a second thought, he found himself heading straight for the east wing of the palace and took the stairs two at a time to the private chambers of his brother and his new wife. Knocking on the door to the main sitting area, he fully expected a servant to open the door, but was surprised when Thor personally greeted him.

“Brother? You shouldn’t be here…”

Loki glanced over his shoulder into the room to try to catch a glimpse of you.

“Mother said Y/N was sick. Is she alright?”

Even though he nodded, he saw right through his brother’s lie. The exhaustion on his face told a different story and he found himself slipping under his arm to enter the room. If only he could see you and make sure you were truly fine, he might have a chance at calming his fears.

“Loki, wait. She doesn’t want to see anybody right now. You need to leave.”

Crossing the sitting room, he glanced into the open master bedroom door and noticed the blankets on the bed disturbed, but there was no sign of you in them. The thought of the acts that took place between those silk sheets created an inferno in his chest. Whipping around to face Thor once more, he went straight to the point of his visit.

“Is it true, brother? The palace is ablaze with hushed whispers that your new wife is already with child.”

The second his expression shifted and his eyes widened, he knew his answer.

“So, it’s not just a cruel rumor then? The golden boy is at it again! I bet you couldn’t wait to get your hands on her, could you? It wasn’t enough that you got the throne and the title and the princess. You had to ensure that Odin got his heir as soon as possible! No wonder the two of you never step foot out of these chambers!”

As Loki stopped and took a deep breath to fill his lungs for another verbal assault, Thor put his hands up in defense and spoke to his brother in a low but firm voice.

“Loki, you need to stop this at once. You know not what you speak of, brother.”

That only seemed to fuel the flames.

“Know not what I speak of? Do you take me for a fool, Thor? Is she or is she not with child? Hmm?”

He watched him stumble over his words before trying to piece together a response.

“Well, yes… but it isn’t what you think.”

His frustration boiled over and he threw his hands up in the air as he paced the floor in front of the nervous god in front of him. If he hadn’t been so angry, he would have noticed the way Thor tried to keep him calm and continued to shoot glances towards the closed bathroom door on the far side of the master suite where his true focus was set at the moment.

“So it’s true then… Well, I hope you aren’t expecting me to shower you in adoration at the news that you are to be a father! She’ll never love you, you know? You are simply fulfilling a deed she was bred to complete in the name of Asgard! Mother and Father will be so very proud of you, Brother!”

“LOKI, THAT’S ENOUGH! The marriage was never consummated!”

His mind filled with confusion until he saw the pained expression on his brother’s face and felt his hand rest on his shoulder.

“I’m not the one becoming a father, Loki…”

At the same second that understanding washed over him like a frigid plunge into a raging river, he watched Thor’s focus drift to something over his shoulder and he felt your gaze on him. Slowly turning around with a panicked expression painted on his face, he locked eyes with you from across the room as you stood in the now opened doorway to the master bath.

Still in your dressing gown from the previous night’s rest, your hair was disheveled and appeared to have not been tended to in days. He immediately noticed that your eyes were swollen and red from crying and you had never been so pale before. You truly were ill, and he now knew that it was from you experiencing morning sickness… with his child.

“… get out.”

The words were so soft that he wasn’t sure if he had imagined them or not. He had just processed the movement of your lips when the words came out louder this time.

“Get. Out.”

Your body began to tremble, and your blank expression fell, leaving one of heartbreak and rage. All he wanted to do in that moment was run to you and hold you in his arms. As he took a single step in your direction, it was enough to cause the dam to break and you gripped the doorway to hold yourself up. With all of your might, you repeated the two words one last time, your voice cracking with emotion as it came out as a broken shriek.

“GET OUT!”

Loki began to cry as well, and he had forgotten his brother was even still in the room until he used brute force to spin him around and push him towards the door. He stumbled and barely caught himself before colliding with the opposite side of the hall.

When he turned around to face him, he expected to be met with anger. The emotions on Thor’s face was the last thing he thought he would see.

Sadness.

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Loki and I are brought out of the palace dungeon to the Throne Room surrounded by guards. Odin’s booming voice fills the room as we enter, “Persephone Friggadaughter and Loki Laufeyson have been accused of treason against Asgard and found guilty.” I look towards Loki with confusion and concern. The look he gives me says it all, he knows just as much as I do… absolutly nothing. “What is to be our punishment for a crime we didn’t commit, Father?” I barely hear the words out of Loki’s mouth as the blood rushes in my ears. “You will be sentenced to Midgard.”

Loki and I are escorted out of the palace and across the Rainbow Bridge to the Bifrost. Thor is there to let us out as he waves grimly knowing we didn’t do a thing. The colorful lights consume us as we are transported to Midgard or as the Midgardians (humans) call it, Earth. I immediately feel the shift of the air, in Asgard it's much calmer, here it’s tense. I’m not a big fan of our new situation. Loki and I turn to each other and say in sync as if we can read each other's minds, “ We need to get off this planet.”

We were both thinking about getting back to Asgard when Loki excitedly said, “I know where Jane lives, she might be able to help us Persephone!”. “ That would be a good idea, but we need to find out who accused us of the so-called “crime” against Asgard.” While we’re walking to Jane’s, Loki’s jaw works tensely. I know he's considering our many enemies and is trying to sort through and find out which one would go this far to get us away from Asgard. Perhaps to gain an advantage on Odin or Thor maybe the whole Palace in general.

We arrive at Jane’s and Loki suggests that we break in due to his mischievous nature but instead I just knock on the door to save ourselves the humility. Jane welcomes us by immediately asking about Thor, and we grimly explain our situation to her. She suggests that she can try and call down the Biforst since she has access and we will sneak in. Loki gives me a look awaiting confirmation that I'm in and I give him a nod. I’ve been ready to get home, away from this god's-awful place, since we first landed. 

Jane calls down the Bifrost and we successfully make it through. We sneak back up to the palace and hide in Loki’s room. The door knob rattles and we make our way into the closet. Two maids enter and we “overhear” quite an interesting conversation, “Did you hear that the plan worked?” “No, what happened?” “That disgrace of a prince and his disgusting wife were sent to Midgard!” “Wow, what if Odin finds out?” As soon as the last word leaves the maid’s mouth Odin’s voice fills the room, “I already have.” We emerge from the closet and Odin gives us a nod. 

Everyone makes their way to the Throne Room and mine and Loki’s charges are removed. Come to find out the real traitor was a chambermaid who hated Loki because of his Jotun heritage and only didn’t like me because I was close to Loki. The maid was sentenced to Midgard to navigate on her own and we were forgiven. 

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