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[stuckybarton]

Diamond Eyes

SUMMARY: Loki loved gifting you jewelry so much that you had to put your foot down and stop him. But on your anniversary, you just couldn't stop yourself from repaying your boyfriend for such a beautiful yet so ridiculously expensive necklace money could buy. CHARACTERS: Loki Laufeyson x Female!Reader (Established Relationship); Darcy Lewis; Thor Odinson. WARNINGS: Alcohol Consumption; Cigarette Consumption; Explicit Sexual Content; Unprotected P in V; Anal. Use of Anal Plug; Masturbation; Dirty talks; Praising; Creampie; Missionary; Cowgirl Position. WORDS: 4,580

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Diamond Eyes

"Should I even ask why he's in a bad mood?" Darcy had inquired one morning while you prepare her and your moody boyfriend's coffee order.

"He's always been like that." You brushed off, not wanting to be reminded of yet another small argument you had with your boyfriend of a couple of years now. It was one thing to give you gifts on special occasions it was another to have him give you on his whim--which was almost a frequent occurrence.

"Nah, he's extra cross with everyone this morning." Darcy pointed out with a knowing look on her eyes, you on your end tried your best to avoid. "So either of you gonna make up before your anniversary?"

"What?"

"Oh, now I get why."

"Anniversary?" You made your way to the calendar to check the date and Darcy was right. Tomorrow was your anniversary. The day you had relented in dating the moody Billionaire-slash-Mobster Leader. A few bumps in the relationship, but you've both moved on from after several lengthy conversations.

"Shit."

"You still have time to plan something, Babe." Darcy assured. "He's got a packed schedule for the entire day, so he might not be able to visit you on your breaktime, try to make the most out of it."

You smiled, relieved to know. After placing Darcy's order as well as Loki's own coffee on the to-go cups, you added a few pastries for Darcy to snack on for her help.

"Just let me know if you need me for anything, I'll try to help as much as I could." Darcy assured before leaving with her order.

You didn't have enough time to think of what to give your far too moody boyfriend as your entire morning had you on your feet taking orders and restocking. It was when your Uncle arrived that you finally had the chance to think.

"Can I have the rest of the day off?" You had asked as soon as your Uncle had placed the apron on.

"Hello to you too, My favorite niece. Yes, my morning was good, me and my handsome husband gone out on walks with the dog." Your uncle responded making your groan.

"I promise to do extra hours on Monday." You tried to convince but the smile on his face made you want to roll your eyes right now.

"You roll out the fresh batches on Tuesday and I'll even give you Monday off as well." Your Uncle wink and you were wondering if he knows something that you don't.

With your Uncle's approval, you made sure all the logs in the office were handle before you found yourself heading back to your shared apartment with your boyfriend, to plan exactly what you could give the man that has everything he could ever want at his disposal. ~ "You seem to be in a foul mood, brother?" Trust Thor to ruin his already calming mood.

Loki was not in the best of mood, and for good reason. His morning was filled with you two arguing over his gifts. A Serpanti Viper necklace he had been eyeing for months now. He wanted wait until a special occasion to give you the gift, but somehow you found it laying around in the bedroom and assume it was another gift of indulgence he had a habit of giving.

He had laid low with the extravagant gifts, unless it was for special occasions but somehow things circulated and for once he wanted nothing more than for you to shut up and let him explain without ruining the surprise. What's even worse was the fact that you preferred to spend the rest of the Friday in the club he owns, with Darcy and Jane. Loki has yet to see you all day and it was getting to him.

The loud bass of the club only fouled his mood even more. Thor's arrival only meant that the girls were here but his girlfriend was still nowhere to be seen--were you avoiding him?

"I don't believe I am." Loki brushed off, cradling the glass of whiskey in his hand.

"Well, you will be once you find out a couple of men already has their eyes on your old lady." Thor smirked patting his brother on the shoulder before leaving him in the privacy of the VIP lounge, a story higher from where the dance floor was, a floor higher from where you were.

Like the possessive bastard that he was, he found himself swallowing the remaining alcohol before taking a quick look from the confinement of the ledge. Like a hawk, his blue eyes were quickly trained towards you, eyes heating at the sight of you in the far too dangerously short black dress with just the support of the thin straps holding onto the swells of your breast--keeping you decent.

As if feeling his eyes, your eyes found him and with just a come hither, he found himself making his descent from his self-imposed throne and towards you. The dancefloor was packed to the brim. The smell of sex almost far to intoxicating but nothing could intoxicate him more than you. When he grew closer to you, everyone dispersed like the red sea. Everyone knew who he was, but no one was familiar with the woman that he would burn the world for.

"Good of you to leave your throne, your Highness." You purred.

He felt more recharged at the sight of you, only now coming to realize the familiar jewelry you had on. A perfect accessory to the column of your neck. If it wasn't his hand, he wanted nothing more than to have the most expensive necklace to take its place for him. His lips grew dry, palm sweaty, and he wanted nothing more than to ravage you from where you stood.

"Dance with me." You requested, fingers hooking onto his belt loop. A smile growing on your lips, a dangerous glint in your eyes that was all too familiar to him.

In the pound bass of the music, your body was all to glue to his own, swaying against his ever growing erection. It was dangerous. Control he never seems to have when it comes to you. His hands finally found their way to your hips, hoping to control your rhythm but found them pulling you more into him, digging his erection more into you.

"What are you doing to me, My Love?"

"Thought I'd give you a preview before I give you my own gift." You purred, directing his hands down to your ass, a foreign bump had him jerking and the glint on your eyes became all more evident what you had planned. "You're buying me too many expensive jewelry thought I'd repay you."

"How will you repay me?"

"You can do whatever you want with me."

"Anything?" He smirked, in the years that the two of you had been together, there was some boundaries neither of you had ever tested but there were things Loki had never thought you would ever be ready for.

"Anything." You winked.

And that was how you found yourself, barely able to say goodbye to Jane, Darcy, and Thor before you were practically manhandled back into Loki's waiting car. A promise of what was to come was in the air. ~ Nothing kills you more than the fact that the thirty minute car ride from Loki's club to your apartment was filled with silence. No kisses. No touches. Loki was torturing you the best way he did--with nothing.

You were squirming, in paper it was a good idea to finally indulge in a secret fantasy your boyfriend had. It started with one finger or two, creeping it's way to the ring of ass. You had never done anal and the idea wasn't something you truly indulged in, more so with a small jeweled plug lodged inside of an unfamiliar territory inside of you.

It took a lot of tequila, lube, and courage for you to do this half-assed plan if you were being honest. But as the night settled, the alcohol warmed inside of you, behind all the fear you had for this backfiring, the anticipation won you over. Anything meant free reign, Loki to torture you for acting like a brat for the gift that now constricted your neck, or Loki to incapacitate you for the next few days. Either possibilities somehow made your insides warm and far too ready for him.

As the car had finally halted, you turned to your boyfriend, seeing him staring right at you, leering eyes ready to prowl at his prey.

"I'm giving you ten minutes to head upstairs and prepare. When I come up, I want you naked in bed in nothing but the necklace around your neck and the plug inside of your ass." He instructed, hand cupping your cheeks and you took a whiff of his sent and how easy he could bring you into a puddle beneath him. "Are we clear, My Love?"

You nodded, taking measured breaths as the Driver had opened your side of the door. Without even skipping a beat, you had hopped down and made a dash up to your apartment--ignoring the killer heels you had on. It didn't take long for you to arrive in your apartment, but the anticipation was what made things more complicated for you.

The wetness that was slowly painting your inner thighs further added to the filth you were certain you would take part of once he gets inside. With no sign of security inside, you slipped off your heels and undid the up-do you had on as you finally made your way to your shared bedroom. Setting the door slightly ajar wanting him to have a sneak peak of what was to come.

Taking a measured breath, you slipped off the black dress Darcy had brought for you (under Loki's tab she might add) and allowed it to pool beneath your feet. Only now did the fullness of the plug nestled inside of you become evident. The anticipation of what could possibly replace it in a few minutes. Sliding into the bed, you laid against the headboard, legs spread wide, showcasing the wetness and the fact that your boyfriend had not noticed you weren't wearing any panties at the club.

At the sound of the door closed, your heart rate quickened, your eyes lingered at the door, watching from the open space if he had made his way. At the shadow of his figure finally making his way, you held your breath until he finally slipped inside and locked the door behind him. His eyes was dead-set on your eyes, never once did his eyes falter to your naked state and that brought a new kind of torture you didn't know he could dish out on you.

You watched him slowly, but efficiently slip off his tie before letting it fall to the pool where your black dress resides. Next was his shirt, how slow he was in unbuttoning, and the way his eyes darken and refused to break any contact with your own. At the sight of his naked skin, you were craving him. His chest and torso painted in scars from attempted assassinations, fights, and from the messy childhood he and the rest of his family were placed in, it made him so beautiful still. Your very own canvas to paint as much as your was his to decorate.

"Come here." He orders and you found yourself following. Eyes focused on his broad shoulders, how you ached to have your legs resting on them in this moment.

You crawled towards him on all four. The tactic had him swallowing and his Adam's apple to bob. On all fours so close to him, you craned your head right up to meet his eyes.

"Unzip me." He ordered and you were far too quick to obliged, on your knees, you did your best to unbuckle his belt and unzip his fly in one fluid motion. Before you could take hold of his glorious cock, his hand was quick to halt you from your action. The sound of his tongue clicking sounded and you wondered if you made the mistake. "Hands and knees, and face the headboard." He instructed, pulling out his cigarette and his lighter and cigarette from his pocket.

You gulped but nodded, turning to face away from him. The clicking sound of his lighter echoed before the scent of tobacco lingered in the air. You badly wanted to turn to look at him, of what he planned to do with you now.

"You did all of this for me, My Love?" He inquired, the creak of leather made you realize he had now sat on the sofa that was positioned right in front of the bed. "You look glistening from here, Y/N." He continued.

You whimpered, your insides tightening at his words, the familiar ache and the sensation of the plug inside you all was a heady combination.

"That plug looks like it's a big one," He continued on and without even looking at him you know the sinister look that came with the notice. "You must have spent the entire day prepping yourself with it."

You whimpered but said nothing. Fearing if you do anything more, he might continue on with this torture. You could only nod, eyes focused on the hardwood headboard of your bed. The dents from your nails digging from the numerous of instances where your boyfriend brought you into immeasurable pleasure.

"Use your words, My Love. We have all night." He warned.

"Yes." You moaned, feeling yourself tighten even more against the plug.

"Did you play with yourself too while you were at it?" He inquired.

You did--you tried too. But no matter what you do, you just couldn't get even a semblance of an orgasm without Loki. It simply had you far too strung up and ready to snap at any given moment.

"Your words." He warned. "Don't make me say it for the third time, Y/N."

"Yes. I played with my self but I couldn't get off." You confessed, finally feeling the warmth wash over your face.

"Why is that?"

"It's not you." You continued.

"Turn around and up on your knees." He instructed and you found yourself doing just that.

You blinked at the sight that fall before you. Looking on the sofa, powerful legs spread apart, but the thing that had your mouth watering was the sight of him smoking using one hand, and jerking himself with the other. The precum glistening clearly from where you knelt.

"What a beautiful mess you turned into from just the sight of me, My Love." He craned his neck to the side, looking at you. Exposing your to the cold air, your nipples perking up and felt far too exposed to his hungry eyes now. "Show me what you did while I wasn't here."

You blinked watching him continue on his ministration of slowly rubbing himself and your hands had a mind of their own as you did just as he said. One hand spread the lips of your pussy and the other rubbing slow circle against your overly sensitive nub.

"What do you want me to do with you, My Love?" He inquired taking one last breath from his cigarette before putting it off in the ashtray besides him. "What do you want me to do to you tonight?"

"Anything." You found yourself answering immediately. Fingers continued all on their own assault of your body.

"Dangerous words, My Love." He warned. "Choose something more specific for tonight."

"Anything. You. Want." You spoke again, eyes staring right through him. You were stubborn and you will not be scared off by Loki's warnings anytime soon. You've both been through hell and back and nothing could possibly scare your from him at this point.

"Do you want me to tell you what I want to do to you tonight?" He inquired.

You nodded, anticipating it for tonight.

"I want to fuck you in every hole in your orifice. Even when you tell me to stop, I won't. I will fuck you until I am fucking satisfied. I will take a good few hours on your ass. I will mark your entire body and maybe even fuck a baby into you while I'm at it. You will not be able to walk for days, that as a promise, but I will make an extra effort in making sure that every single time you sit down, you will be reminded of how much I fucked you."

"Then what's stopping you?" You titled your head to the side.

"I will break you, My Love." He warned.

"And I will love it, Loki." You assured him. "I trust you with my body. If I didn't, I would have ran to the hills a long time ago."

He stood now, measured steps inching him closer to you until he finally halted right in front of you and you were stopping yourself from finally taking hold of him now.

"Give me a safe word."

"Pumpkin." You answered immediately and gasping as his hand had now replaced your own and you were finally growing closer to your much needed release. ~ You were a mess, Loki had realized as he continued to pound himself into you. His thrust a dangerously hard pace that you couldn't keep up with. But never once did he hear the safe word from your lips. You, who was painted with spit, sweat, and tears, was begging him for more and he continued on even as he demanded you to say your safe word, you still refused.

His eyes fell towards the bedside table, to where the anal plug rested. How he had discarded it hours ago by now, but had not yet gone through with his words of fucking you there. It scared him that it might just be the tipping point and you get hurt in the process too. So he tried to distract you as much as possible and you looked satisfied now, the dazed look in your eyes that still focused on him.

"Please Loki, fuck me in the ass already." It scared him sometimes how you could easily read his mind and his inner monologue when he wasn't paying attention.

In his life, he had perfected the mask that had brought fear and the constant uneasiness to the men that was under him and towards his own family, but you--you continued to crumble the walls he had made for himself. His perfectness in this cruel and messed up world. But he loved to destroy you, to turn you into this perfect mess for him to clean up, to care for, to live the rest of his messed up and far too dangerous life with.

He watched you shove him onto the bed, until he laid in his back. His eyes watched with what little strength you still had turned until you sat on his lap. His weeping cock gliding against the lips of your pussy from your movement. Your perky breast, glistening with sweat, the darkening marks from his lips and teeth slowly growing evident in the lights of the bedroom. His hands, roughly planted on one of his favorite part of your body, your waist.

"Please Loki." You whimpered, hands now playing with your nipples in front of him. A beautiful sight for him. "I want you in me." You continued, circling your waist and rubbing against him further.

He could come in that very instance, at your words. The effect it still had on him even as the years of knowing you. His kryptonite in this crazy world.

He watched you lean against him, one hand resting on his beating chest and the other holding onto his member. Lifting your waist up with his guidance and gently letting him through the sphincter until he was fully impaled inside of you. It felt different, no matter how much the lube and his finger had tried to loosen you up all night, there was a tightness that just felt so different. His eyes had been far too busy with the sight of fucking you this way that it didn't occur to him the discomfort in your eyes until after he looked up at you.

"Breath for me, My Love." He instructed, letting go of your waist and holding onto both of your hands now to give you as much support as you would need. "We have all night. Take it slow."

His grip on your hands ensured that your attention was on him. His mind was filled with nothing but the filthy thoughts of having your first in every sense of the word since he had first met you. He was your first everything; your first fuck, your first true love, the first guy you truly opened up to after all that had happened to your parents, and now this new first. He was the happiest man and the most selfish man to have ever lived in this world, lucky to have someone like you in his forsaken life.

"You look so good, My Love." He praised you. "You feels so good inside me." He continued, groaning at how quick you tighten around him just from his words.

You craned your neck back, showcasing your delicate neck, painted in his marks and the far too expensive necklace he had bought for your anniversary. A smile so proudly resting on his lips knowing it will be on full display for anyone to see in the café when you head back to work. How that would be his own little way to mark you as his own among other things.

"Move." You whimpered, shaky as you had gripped his hands. "Please move."

He tested with a quick thrust earning a whimpered from your lips. No longer did he see the pain on your face from the initial time. How you clenched on him like a vice and how your breath hitched for every miniscule movement he made. You were ready. Sitting up and taking you by surprise, he maneuvered you until your arms were now wrapped around his neck and his hands grasped onto your ass and fucking you in the same dangerous pace as before.

You bit your lips, the wetness painted his stomach as he continued on with his assault. You begged him over and over to fuck you harder and he could only comply to your wishes. It sent a shiver through his spine, how breathless you had been, words no longer coherent and your nails digging further onto his shoulder to the point of drawing blood. The sting was simply ignored as he was driving you to your god know what number of orgasm at this point.

"You're gonna cum for me?" He inquired, one hand now focusing on your neglected pussy. Rubbing you in time with his thrust. "Fucking look at me, Y/N." He demanded and as your dazed eyes meet his own everything else was just in full throttle, his hand having a life of his own and his hips were pistoling inside of you. Rearranging your guts at this point now. "Let go, My Love." He groaned slowly building up to his own release at this point.

You sobbed now, hands cupping his face and pulling him into a kiss as you finally let yourself go. Convulsing as Loki continued on with fucking until he found his own release. The lack of air and everything else in between finally allowed him to let go. Cum painting your insides, filling you right through the brim now. Pulling away from your grasp, he took a good look at you. How your face, caked in makeup was now a patchy mess, and he was guessing painted his own skin at this point but you still looked gorgeous. Anything you do and look you still did.

"That wasn't so bad…" You spoke, voice hoarse now shaky hands combing through his hear. "I need a shower but I don't think I can even stand after that." You groaned, legs wrapped around him.

"I'll take care of you." He promised, gently taking the necklace that was still miraculously intact after everything that happened tonight. "What do you want?" He inquired, smoothening out the wisp of hair on your face.

"A warm bath and some Pizza would be great right now." You requested and squealed when Loki stood up with you still inside of him.

"Your wish is my command." ~ With your head resting on your boyfriend's lap, the both of you had enjoyed the rest of the night eating greasy pizzas and watching a random chic flic on TV.

"There is also another gift I have for our anniversary." He points out out of the blue making your turn your head at him with brows raised. Here you thought the necklace was too much.

"Loki what did I say about gifts." You started but halted when he simply kissed your forehead and handed you his phone that showed a pdf file of something. "You're buying me a house and land?" You teased realizing it was a title of land.

"Something like that." He shrugged. "Remember that you and your Uncle are still making ends mean with rent for the past few months and refuse to make me help out."

Slowly things were making sense when you read pass through the rest of the documents in front of you. You sat up, ignoring the ache of your lower half as you met your boyfriend's eyes. The location was the exact same as the one where the café stood, and another plot of land where you and your Uncle had been talking about hopefully renting when you've both saved up to have a bakery. In all of the documents, it was named after you and after your Uncle. Nothing was named after Loki at all, no trace to connect him from you.

"What did you do, Loki?" You questioned finally turning to look at him and handing him back his phone.

"I want you and your Uncle to continue on with your dreams. This was both of your life's work and I want to help you out in whatever you need to make that happen. Whether you like it or not." He spoke. "Happy Anniversary, My Love."

Your bottom lips quivered before you tackled the man for a hug, peppering his cheeks with kissed before ending it was a kiss to his lips. It made you wonder still how lucky your stars had been in that moment when he had made his way to your café all those years ago. Who would have ever thought that a grumpy bastard like him would become this sweet and caring man that fucks you real good and does everything in his power to make you the happiest woman in the world.

"I fucking love you, Laufeyson." You muttered.

"You better, this are all expensive." He teased before pulling your right back into a kiss before both of your attention returned to the movie.

"If my lower half wasn't numb after you jackhammered me onto the bed, I'd fuck you again for this." You spoke all of a sudden.

"Don't start, Y/N." He warned and you could feel his growing erection.

You giggled nuzzling yourself further into his chest. This was, by far, the best Anniversary you ever had.

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[hawkofkrypton]

Im REALLY loving how they made Odin a “manipulative mob boss” type, someone who rules with psychological presence, charisma rather than raw power and might.

A breath of fresh air compared to like… 99% “big fellas” in the series (2/3 of this group included) plus perfect sense Atreus would “vibe more” with him, since he’s never really been one for muscle talk.

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[acciotherapists]

Little Sparrow Masterlist

Loki x Reader Mafia AU

When Tony Stark's little sister wakes up deep in enemy territory she assumes her life is over. She'll be killed or worse: used as a bargaining chip against her estranged brother. What happens when the mafia leader, Loki Laufeyson, offers her a deal she can't refuse? No sentiment. Only revenge. What happens when the truth is revealed? Will she betray her only family or betray the man she loves to hate? Little Sparrow is an enemies to lover's fic riddled with betrayal and spice!

Links Below the Cut

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

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[clandestineloki]

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[mochie85]

Dear, congrats again on this milestone! I’m sooo happy for you and hope to keep enjoying your amazing writing and talent in this place 💜

I want to make a request with a song, just if it inspires you, so no pressure (;

Brut Gold - Chapter 1 Loki & Lia

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Summary: Loki sees you dancing in his club and is immediately infatuated with you. Pairing: Mob!Loki x Female Reader/OFC Word Count: Over 3K Warnings: No Smut, angst, killing, language A/N: Part of my 1K follower celebration. I want to thank @coldnique for this request and for introducing me to this song. I love this song! It is now on heavy rotation in my playlist. And the following scenario is what I pictured when I first heard it. So I hope you like it.

The haze of the club seeped through the walls and into the lungs of every guest attending that night. The air was heavy with deep breaths and sighs. The music was so loud and deep you only had yourself for company; because no one else could hear anything you could or would be saying.

The large hall was dark, with vintage speakeasy furnishings and two bars that boasted to have every drink imaginable. There were private booths in the back that were separated by curtains of red and chrome. Curls of smoke could be seen wafting out when the curtains were pushed back to reveal secrets and obscurities.

Beyond that were the private rooms of the owners where they conducted their daily business.

The Odinsons. They were brothers from an old family, with ties to the royal households of Norway dating back a long time. With money stretching even further back.

Back here, the curls of smoke were thicker with lace and the music was replaced by the screams of people whom the brothers had deemed worthy of their attention. Good…and bad.

Loki had just collected his dagger from the body slumped on the floor. His second-in-command, Fandral, quickly approached him and handed him a handkerchief to wipe his blade. “Thank you, kommandør. Be a dear and dispose of the trash, will you?” Fandral nodded silently to Loki as Hogun leaped up to help him.

“Brother, if you keep killing them, we’ll never find anyone to distribute our product,” Thor said, with an amused grin. He sat with his legs crossed on the back couch, looking like a Pharoah presiding over his kingdom. His crisp white suit hung delicately along his muscular frame. Quite the opposite of Loki’s leaner figure clad in an all-black ensemble.

“Well, if we started recruiting more loyal soldater, I wouldn’t feel the need to kill them.” Loki retorted.

Just then, Lady Sif walks through the door with a tiresome expression on her face. “Another one, Loki? I just saw Fandral and Hogun carrying a black duffel bag to the back.” Loki could only shrug as he wiped his blade clean.

“There she is!” Thor yelled. “My wife. My heart.” He held out his arms for her to join him. Sif pulls out her dagger and places it against Thor’s throat.

“Did you have something to do with this?”

“Ooh. I love it when you’re feisty.” He says pushing the blade away from himself slowly. She swings it back his way, expecting an answer. “No, I did not.” He sighs.

Satisfied by his response, she stows her blade and sits on his lap. Loki watches as Thor nuzzles up to his advisor-turned-wife, rolling his eyes at the blatant expression of love between them.

Deep down he knew he was jealous. Not of Thor, but of the connection he has with the person he found to love. But Lady Sif had always been by their side. She grew up in this life. She knows the harsh truths about sacrifice and gains. She was their rådgiver, their adviser.

Loki wanted someone outside of the chaos. Someone who doesn’t know who he is and doesn’t expect anything out of him but love and affection. That was hard to find in the line of work he was in.

He finished cleaning his daggers when Fandral opens the door and whispers to Loki, “It’s done. Volstagg is driving it to the junkyard as we speak. The front of the house needs your presence though.”

“Thank the gods. If I must stand here another minute, I might witness the creation of my future niece or nephew.” Loki whispered back, making Fandral look at what was happening on the couch. He just rolled his eyes and followed Loki out of the room, leaving the two lovers alone.

Closer and closer, Loki struts to the front of the house. The music got louder. The air got thinner. And his heart raced faster in time with the beat of the music.

Loki stopped at the threshold of the large hallway, flanked by Fandral and Hogun on either side. Those closest to them stopped and stared. The three were a sight for sure. All three were dressed impeccably in black slacks and dark shirts. Loki looked the most devastating of all with his shirt sleeves still rolled up and his top buttons still loose from the ‘sentencing’ he carried out moments before.

He looked around the club and saw a large sea of people swaying and gyrating to the music. It was busier tonight than usual. The locals mixed in with the tourist crowd for the summer.

A twinkling flash of gold caught his attention in the middle of the room, and he spotted you dancing on the floor.

Everyone else stared at them. Knew of them. But you- you remained unaffected and joyous as you continued swaying your body to the deep bass of the music. Loki was mesmerized. He’d never seen you in his club before. The sway of your hips made the gold sequence of your skirt catch his eye and he couldn’t look away.

As soon as they sat down, they were bombarded with attention. Some were from lower soldaters, soldiers who wanted to be in the inner circle and paid their respects. While others were of a more sexual nature. Loki ignored them all and just watched you.

He watched as your hands ran through your hair, your body moving to the beat. Your head thrown back lost in the music. He wondered if that’s how you would look, lost in passion, in between him and his bed.

You came in with a bachelorette party. The women you were with all clamoring for attention from the other clubgoers, getting drinks and compliments. You shone brightly behind them, keeping a low profile, just dancing and being protective of your friends who would otherwise end the night with some predator. Loki saw that as a positive quality of yours. Protective, loyal, caring, and gorgeous. He could see all the stares of appreciation you got every time you passed by someone.

He scoffed at the laughable attempts that were directed your way. All of which you turned down. He continued to watch you dance with your friends from one of the private booths in the back. He instructed his bartender to give you and your friends top-shelf drinks and made sure that no one else bothered you for the rest of the night.

Never, had anyone affected him this way before. Just one look at you and he was stunned. He never put much stock in fate or destiny. He always relied on his judgment and instincts. So, this fleeting moment of obsession alarmed him. “Find out all you can about her, Fandral. And don’t alert my brother of your research.” Loki asked his kommandør. Fandral and Hogun looked at each other quickly and let a sly smile pass between them.

Loki would’ve caught their little interaction, had it not been for some ingrate that tried to get handsy with you. Loki growled his displeasure from his seat.  But you quickly slapped the cretin’s hands away and pushed him off. When the lowlife tried a second time, Hogun got up to take care of the situation. He’d seen the way Loki was all night. Loki hadn’t paid a single attention to what was happening in front of him. He was too preoccupied with you. Hogun knew that if things didn’t deescalate quickly, he’d have a whole other mess to clean up.

Loki placed his hand on Hogun’s shoulder, stopping the deadly assassin from continuing. Instead, Loki made his way to you as Hogun followed behind closely. “Thor won’t like this if you make a scene, Loki,” he whispered in his ear.

“Who said I was gonna make a scene?” Loki paused with a solemn face. Hogun huffed in response. “Take that scum to the back. Make sure he doesn’t have use of those hands for the foreseeable future.” Hogun knew better than to roll his eyes at him. He simply nodded and grabbed the offending fool off by his collar.

Everyone gave Loki a wide berth as he walked right up behind you. Up till now, he’d only been watching you. But there was something about that handsy boor that stroked his possessiveness towards you.

He started to sway in time with your body. His arms snaked around your hips, as his lips came dangerously close to your ear. You were about to turn and slap whoever decided to get frisky with you until you heard Loki’s velvet voice caressing your ear, “Dance with me.”

There was a deep command laced in his tone. You had never heard a voice sound so sensual. So confident. His touch was firm but reverent. As if he were the lead dancer instructing your body on how to move. Your body relaxed into his. A sly smile formed on your face as you felt his hands trace your curves.

Loki twirled you to face him. You first noticed his eyes. They were cunning and sharp. They were also the brightest green you had ever seen. His smile was what you liked the most. His thin lips gave way to a wide smirk that promised fun and excitement. You could feel his strong arms holding you close to his body as you both swayed slowly to the fast-paced music.

“I’ve been wondering when you would make your move,” you said to him.

“So, you’ve been watching me, have you? I’m flattered.” Loki purred with a guarded smile.

“It’s hard to miss someone whose got the attention of everyone in the room.” You continued as you swayed your hips.

“Likewise, my dear. I haven’t been able to take my eyes off of you.” He whispered in your ear. A blush formed on your cheek from his charm. “Have a drink with me.” His tone left no room for refusal. Loki kissed your hand as he leads you back to his private booth. Everyone you passed just stared at you with judgment or awe.

He signaled to his barkeep for a drink while he held the curtains open for you to slide in. Soon after, a scantily clad woman, wearing the tightest mini skirt you had ever seen, walks up with a tray. She holds out the bottle for Loki to approve and he nods his head without taking his eyes off you. The pop of the bottle startled you and made you jump closer to his embrace. She eyed you suspiciously as she poured a gold bottle of brut with a spade on the front label. His eyes viciously glinted as he felt your body press up against his.

He snaked his arm tighter around your shoulders, pulling you closer to him. “Have you ever had Armand de Brignac before?” he whispered in your ear.

“No. I can’t say I have,” you smiled as he reached for his glass, dismissing the bottle girl. Loki held it up to his lips and took a sip. His eyes noted how you looked down at his throat, watching him swallow the expensive champagne.

With closed lips, he leaned in close to you. He pressed his mouth to yours and puckered slightly opening your lips to the cool champagne in his mouth. You sucked on his kiss as the taste of the champagne coated it. It was tart with hints of fruits. The bubbles were still evident as they tickled in between your joined lips. You drank the rest of the champagne from his mouth. His hands held the back of your head steady, helping you drink from him. When you had finished, a trickle fell down your chin to your throat. He was quick to wipe it away with a hooked finger and brought it over to your mouth to lick off.

You played along with his game and wrapped your lips along the length of his finger, licking the drop of bubbly from the bend.

“Delicious, is it not?” his voice hitched.

“Yes,” you said breathlessly. “Very much so.” Your mind tried to catch up. Your body was thrumming with adrenaline and hot need. Your bodies were turned towards each other in the private booth as his hand continues to caress the hairs on the back of your head.

“Would you like another taste?” he offered, looking down at your lips. He grabbed the flute without waiting for your answer. As if he knew you would say yes. Hoped that you would say yes.

“Yes, please.” You whispered, making him smile. He brought his lips towards yours again and you happily drank his sweet champagne kisses. Your hands roamed his shirt, pulling on his shirt collar to move closer to you. When you had drank every last drop, you snaked your tongue in between his lips and tickled the roof of his mouth.

When you finished, you looked down at his throat again and your fingers traced the outlines of a snake tattoo on his neck. Loki rumbled at the feel of your fingers on him. “You dangerous creature. I don’t even know your name.” His breath smelled like the champagne, crisp apples, and fruit.

“My closest friends call me Lia,” you whispered as your fingers followed the tattoo down to his collarbone.

“My friends, if I had any, call me…” Loki started but he was soon interrupted by someone calling out your name.

“Lia!” Your cousin slid the curtains open, much to the protest of Hogun standing guard. She had on a tiara with a veil and a sash that said wifey around her shoulder. “Lia! There you are!” Rosaline glared at Loki and grabbed your hand. “We have to go. Other clubs to visit.” Rosaline gave Loki a tight smile as she pulled you out of the booth. She looks vaguely familiar, Loki thought, but couldn’t put his mind as to where he’s seen her before. The bachelorette get-up surely didn’t help his memory either.

“Ok. Ok. Hold on a second.” You told her as you scooted out of the booth. Loki held on to your other hand, not wanting to let go.

“Lia.” He called out. “Will I ever see you again?” he smiled as you got up from the booth.

“I…”

“My cousins just visiting for the wedding,” Roseline answered. You gave her an angry look for talking on your behalf. “Come on. Let’s go.” Rosaline dragged you quickly away from the private booths and back to the safety of the group of girls you came with.

“What’s the deal, Rose? I thought you wanted me to find someone tonight?”

“Yes! Someone. Just not that one.” She said as she grabbed her purse and coat. Everyone in your group was doing the same, getting ready to go to the next club.

“What do you mean?”

“Girl, do you know who that is? No, of course you don’t. Ugh. Sometimes, I hate daddy for sending you away. All these years without my bestie…”

“Rose! Who is he?” you interrupted her, as she wrapped you in your coat.

“That is none other than Loki Odinson. Part owner of this club. Along with his brother, Thor Odinson.”

“Odinson?”

“Yes! That Odinson! The same Odinson that’s rivals with the Barnes family. You know…my fiancé!” The realization made you look back to the booth you had just shared. Except this time, Loki wasn’t alone. He was accompanied by another man. Striking blue eyes and an imposing figure, clad in all white. Thor Odinson.

“Brother, I leave you alone for a couple of minutes and you cause all kinds of mischief,” Thor laughed as he sat down in the booth. Thor watched you walk away, being towed by none other than Rosaline Strange. “If I ask you to stay away from her, would you listen?”

Loki ignored his question and watched as your cousin, undoubtedly, informed you of who he was. “I saw what Fandral was researching for you. Would you like to know who she is?” Thor dangled the information in front of Loki, baiting for any response.

“Her name is Juliette ‘Lia’ Banner. Daughter of Bruce and Donna Banner. Donna, her mother, is Strange’s younger sister. Her parents both died a long time ago in an accident. They weren’t ‘in the life’ and wanted to keep their daughter out of it as well. When they passed, Strange honored their wishes and sent Juliette away to boarding school and Uni abroad to keep her safe. Apparently, she just graduated and is in town for the nuptials of her cousin Rosaline and James Barnes.”

“Barnes?” Loki said alarmed.

“Of all the juicy details I said. That’s the one you pick up on?” Thor chuckled. “She’s got too many ties for us to unravel Loki. Leave her be.” Thor warned resolutely.

“I don’t know if I can, Thor.”

“What do you mean you don’t know if you can? You have to. Or else…”

“Or else, what? Thor? Cut me off like you did Hela?”

“DAMMIT LOKI! You knew that was her decision.” Thor slammed his fist on the table making everyone in the vicinity jump. “I can’t protect you if you go after this girl. It would be a war for sure with Barnes and we don’t need that right now.”

Loki sat there quietly; watching as your group prepares to leave. “I’ve never lied to you brother…” Loki started. Thor just raised his eyebrows in disbelief. “…Regarding matters of the business and family. I’m telling you right now, that I want her.”

“How do you even know she wants you back? You can have any goddam cunt in here tonight. Hel, this whole club wants to sleep with you. Take your pick. But not her Loki!”

“If she turns to look back…”

You walked towards the front entrance, the chill from the summer night was flowing through the doors making you hold on tighter to your coat. Your cousin and her friends all laugh and beckon you outside to join them. Each step you took forward felt heavy. You couldn’t help it. One last look.

Both men stared at you as you made your exit. Shivers ran down your spine as you replayed his last words to you, ‘Will I ever see you again?’

God, I sure hope so, you thought.

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🖤 Love in the dark 🖤

Mafia! Loki x Fem! Reader

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Summary : After Loki was banished from Asgard he landed at some place in midgard. Now that he didn't have his powers and magic he was just like another mortal. After a few years of struggle and rejection he became a mafia boss. A billionaire. Yes, he was a trader ...but of lives. His heart didn't feel much emotions now.Can a girl whom he met accidentally be his remedy ? Will she be able to break the wall he had built around his heart? Will she be able to bring light in his dark world?...

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[lunarbuck]

Dance With the Devil - Masterlist

Beauty and The Beast retelling | Mafia AU

Pairing: mafia!Loki x f!reader (any race)

Status: complete / also posted to my ao3

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Summary: Once upon a time, a young woman made a deal with a monstrous man to save her father. The man, a vicious and deadly leader of his family’s mafia, agrees to take her as his prisoner to pay off her father’s debt to him. What she doesn’t know is that Loki, head of the Laufeyson Mafia, has more to him than meets the eye. A secret agreement with his late father that he get married, have a family. Fall in love. But as the years pass, he's fallen into despair and lost all hope, for who could ever learn to love a beast?

Warnings: dark fic/dark themes, descriptions of violence, blood, injuries, swearing, mentions of chronic illness (Multiple Sclerosis), violence, organized crime, masturbation, smut (p in v), angst, fluff

DISCLAIMER: There are portions of dialogue in here that are straight from the Beauty and the Beast (1991) movie. I will put something in the chapter’s a/n so that there isn’t any confusion, but yeah!! This is the version of the script that I used.

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[holylulusworld]

Human Purse (3)

Summary: You meet a stranger, and he won’t let you go...

Pairing: Mobster!Loki Laufeyson x fem!Reader

Rating: Mature

Warnings: language, kissing, possessive Loki, stalking vibes, mafia au

Created for @puretombingo​ / Square Filled: Square 11: Morality crisis

Wordcount: 980

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<< Part (2)

You shopped like there is no tomorrow and bought everything you ever wanted to buy at the boutique.Now you are sitting in a limousine, next to a man who claims to be the man of your life.

“What is it, flower?” Loki slings one arm around your shoulders to bring you closer to him. “You don’t look like a woman who just went on a shopping spree.”

“This is…too much. I should bring everything back. I,” you lick your lips. “I don’t even know you and just spend so much of your money. It’s wrong.”

“Are we having a morality crisis,” Loki purrs in your ear. “If you want to pay me back, have dinner with me tonight. My treat.”

You sigh deeply. “Listen. Even you have to admit that this is crazy. You can’t just walk into a store, tell me you lay claim on me, kiss me, and buy me all the shiny things.”

“Why not?” he nips at your earlobe. “I want what I want. And I want you, Y/N. If you want to give the clothes away, so be it. But you should think about my offer first.”

“What offer?” you dip your head to look at Loki. “You never told me about an offer, Loki. I don’t like men playing games with me.”

“I want you to have dinner with me. After that, you can go home and forget about me if you don’t like me. Or you can agree to join me at my brother’s party and let me show you a whole new world.”

“No catch?”

“No catch, darling. You can keep all the clothes and I’ll never bug you again. I promise to stay away from you.”

Loki’s offer sounds tempting. You chew on your lower lip, debating whether to take his offer and keep all the clothes and accessories or go home and forget about the man you just met.

“If I agree to have dinner with you,” you clear your throat to sort your thoughts, “I want you to be honest and tell me how you knew my name.”

“You’ve got yourself a deal,” Loki kisses your cheek softly. “I promise to answer all of your questions.”

“Then I’ll go out with you tonight. I want you to drive me home now and pick me up at eight. And remember, you will answer all of my questions.”

“You look fabulous, darling,” Loki praises as he guides you inside your favorite restaurant. He holds the door open for you, and immediately takes your hand to walk hand in hand toward the table he reserved.

“Thanks. You paid for the dress, remember?”

“It was worth every dollar, Y/N,” he whispers in your ear and kisses your cheek. You smile to yourself when Loki pulls a chair for you. “I’d love to see you wearing all the clothes you bought.”

“First I want you to answer my questions,” you quirk a brow at Loki as he sits down opposite you. He looks stunning in his black suit and matching tie. His hair is perfectly styled, and you wonder if he’s hiding a hairdresser in his limousine.

“Of course, darling. A promise is a promise,” he smirks. “And you’ll see that I always keep my promises, Y/N.” He takes the menu to decide on what to eat. “Ask, and I’ll answer.”

“How did you know my name at the boutique?” you ask. “You said my full name, Loki.”

“Today, wasn’t the first time I saw you,” he begins. “Around one year ago you attended a party. Someone said that you are a friend of one of my confident’s girlfriends. You caught my eye.”

“I told you to not lie to me, Loki. But here you are, lying straight to my face”, you huff, frustrated. “I thought you could be more than a cocky sugar daddy throwing money at women.”

“Darling, I…wait,” Loki gasps when you get up to leave the table. “Please wait. I’m sorry. I believed it’s better to not tell you the truth.”

“What truth?” you throw your hands up. “I don’t know you, but you know my name and my address. I didn’t have to tell you where to drive me to.”

“Y/N…”

“I want to know the truth!”

“Your father did business with my father some years ago. After he got out of business, he asked my father to keep an eye on his family and protect them. When my father retired, I took over this task.”

You gape at Loki. “For how long did you follow me?” you question. “How long?”

“I didn’t follow you per se,” Loki gently cups your cheek. “I kept tabs on you and your family. I made sure that you are safe. You and your family.”

“You were following me…” you place your hand on your heart, gasping. “How can you ask me out if you were stalking me all this time!”

“Darling, I didn’t stalk you,” he tries to calm you. The other guests stare at you and Loki making a scene in the middle of the restaurant. “I made sure that you are safe. I wasn’t lurking in the dark to pounce on you like some creep.”

“What about the boutique? You were there because of me, weren’t you?” you snap at him and jab your index finger into his chest.

“I swear, this was a coincidence. One of my men was keeping an eye on you. I didn’t follow you that day. I wanted to buy something for Sharon.”

“I shall believe this. Huh? You are a fucking creep! Why do you follow me? You could’ve just asked me if I’m okay.”

“I fell in love with you over the time. I couldn’t stay away,” he raises his voice and grips your arms. “I tried so hard to stay away, but just couldn’t. I want to give you the world and more…”

>> Part 4

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[divine-knight-hand]

Safely Endangered

Chapter 1: Times are Changing

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Notes: It's here! It's finally here! I hope you enjoy what I managed to come up with.

We haven't exactly reached the vibe I want to get to just yet, but have faith in the process! This is just the introduction, after all~ (And prepare for lots of introduction...)

Also, there is a bit of Norwegian in this chapter. Since I'm not a native speaker, please feel free to correct any mistakes I may have made. (I would greatly appreciate it if you did!)

Content Warnings: A touch of angst in the beginning there, a pinch of religious imagery (just one sentence, but still wanted to warn ya!), established relationship, Sub!Loki (but he's a switch in the series itself), Dom!Reader, bath sex, unprotected sex, and a lil face grab

Word Count: 4,383

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The death of the Allfather shattered the morale of all of Asgard, but no mourning was greater than that of the Sons of Odin. No, that title wasn’t limited to the children he had with his wife and the one he adopted from the eternal blizzard storms of Jotunheim. It also encompassed the ones who showed him unwavering loyalty throughout his lifetime. They formed one of the most dangerous mafia syndicates on Earth.

I even dared to say we were one of the most dangerous in the universe.

Odin’s death had been expected. He lived a long life of over 5,000 years, which was typical of an Asgardian demigod. Now it was time to lay him to rest, and the entire syndicate made the trip to Asgard in their finest funeral clothes for the ceremony that would send him off to Valhalla in a traditional boat funeral. Odin was so well-known in Asgard, seeing his funeral would’ve made an outsider think that he was its king. The people just loved him that much. He may not have been righteous in the typical sense, but most people didn’t know that. The Sons of Odin were the only ones who did, and he was already the best thing that ever happened to most of its members… Most of them.

Loki gave my hand a squeeze, which I quickly returned as I rested my head on his shoulder. He claimed he was never that close to his father, but just because someone treats you poorly doesn’t mean you stop loving them. I could see it in the way his eyes glistened with unshed tears as he received the news of Odin’s death over the phone. He still had love to spare for the man who treated him horribly as a child. He couldn’t help that. You don’t choose who you love. I was confident that he wouldn’t have chosen to love the father who constantly looked down on him–that was, when he looked at him at all–if he could.

His brother, Thor, always got the better end of the stick. He was the golden boy. The first to get an affirmative pat on the shoulder from his father when he did something he approved of. The perfect child. I assumed that was why he seemed to be taking Odin’s death the hardest. His mortal lover, Jane, rested a gentle hand on his shoulder as he hid his misty eyes behind his own. 

Then, there was Odin’s oldest child, Hela. Those who thought Loki was the most intimidating of the Odinchildren had clearly never met her. I constituted that to the sheer power of female rage. Odin never liked her cutthroat tactics. To Hela, every wrongdoing was atoned for with blood, no matter how miniscule. Outwardly, he resented her, but inwardly, I had a strong feeling he feared her. Now, there she stood, her eyes unmoving from the distant boat, and her emotionless expression unchanging. I felt a shiver travel down my spine, but decided to give her the benefit of the doubt. Maybe not showing any emotion was her way of coping with her father’s death. Maybe…

Though I knew most of the mourning would obviously be done by Odin’s actual children, I couldn’t help but also feel bad for the rest of the syndicate. They always fought tooth and nail for Odin’s approval because he proved himself to be a boss worthy of that. They felt as if they owed him for saving them from their own lives. Odin ran the Sons of Odin efficiently and discreetly. He managed to earn the respect of everyone associated with him. The best of the syndicate dared to consider him like a father to them. He was their sage. Their strength. I had to admit that he was definitely a better mob boss than a father. How would our way of life change now that he was gone?

As the ceremonial boat continued on toward the ocean’s horizon, I wondered if anything was going to be the same again. I should have known better than to entertain that stupid idea.

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Two weeks after Odin’s funeral, a small group of us gathered in the Bifrost as Heimdall read from his last will and testament. Hela, Thor, Jane, Loki, and I stood in a half-circle as we listened intently to Heimdall list off who was left each of Odin’s possessions. As the list went on, we all grew restless. There was one thing we were all waiting for, and we were all eager to know who Odin left it to, even though we had a strong feeling we already knew who it was going to be.

“The last item in the will, of course, is the Sons of Odin.” Heimdall cleared his throat before continuing to read from the papers in his hands. “‘I, Odin Bohrson, leave the Sons of Odin in the jurisdiction of…’” We all held our breaths and leaned in as he took a momentary pause. “Hela Odindottir.”

A collective gasp resounded throughout the room. Hela? How could Odin have left the syndicate to her ? We were all so sure it was going to go to Thor. Hell, Odin practically despised Hela! Something’s wrong here…

“‘Furthermore’,” Heimdall continued reading. “‘Thor will act as the new underboss, retaining his position as boss of the Thunder District, and Loki will move up to the boss of the Death District, while Hela reserves the right to select and appoint her own consigliere.’”

“There has to be some sort of mistake!” Thor insisted. He was clearly taken aback, just like the rest of us.

“I can assure you, I’ve only read what was written.” Heimdall held the will out to him. “Feel free to read it for yourself, if you still don’t believe me.”

Thor snatched the paper and skimmed it, a look of absolute dread crossing his face as Jane peered over his shoulder, reaching out to grab his arm in a silent act of consolation. “Dear gods…”

Hela smirked and tossed her hair. “So it goes.” She clapped Thor on the shoulder that Jane wasn’t occupying. “It seems being a daddy’s boy all your life amounted to nothing, after all, brother.”

My stomach churned. Anyone with half a brain knew that there was always reason to be afraid when the goddess of death was satisfied. It was as jarring as a devout Christian seeing the smiling face of Satan himself.

It was only after the interaction between Thor and Hela that I noticed Loki was silently staring at his shoes the whole time. He didn’t express shock like the rest of us, nor did he even bother to speak up. A wave of sadness and concern crashed into me. Silence was extremely uncharacteristic of him. What’s going through your head? Why are you so quiet?

I awaited his mental reply, only to be met with silence. Damnit, Loki! Please don’t stonewall on me now…

“I suppose I’m not too late to give my condolences?” I practically whipped my head around to see Brunnhilde enter the Bifrost.

Everyone took a knee, lowering our gazes to the floor at the sight of her, except for Hela, who seemed as if she couldn’t care less about the entrance of Asgardian royalty. Brunnhilde’s presence always commanded power. Despite her short stature, she seemed to tower over everyone who spoke with her. I figured that was simply because anyone who spoke to her did so while bowing to her. She served time as a warrior in the army of Valkyries that served Asgard in times of war and struggle, so her place as king was well deserved, in my opinion and that of the majority of Asgard.

“Your majesty,” Heimdall greeted her. “I’ve just finished reading Odin’s last will and testament. The Odinchildren and their guests will be away soon.”

“Please. They’re hardly children anymore.” Her footsteps nearly sounded thunderous in the heavy silence that followed as she approached Thor. “I assume your father’s legacy lives on in you.”

“You assume incorrectly.” Thor spat, his brow furrowing as his eyes trained on the ground in front of her feet.

“His legacy lives in me.” Hela darkly chimed in, still standing. What a bitch! A scary bitch, but still a bitch…

I couldn’t see Brunnhilde’s face, but I could almost feel the mix of fear and disgust that radiated from its expression. I listened to her footsteps as they clicked against the floor once again, but they grew louder this time, only stopping when a pair of white boots entered my vision. My stomach did a somersault as I processed the fact that the king of Asgard stood merely inches from me.

“Look at me.” She softly commanded. 

The gold shine of the Bifrost seemed to dance in the edges of her dark brown hair, giving her figure a golden aura. Her face conveyed no emotion, and she looked down at me as if I was the interesting subject of a passionate scientist. Everything about her was elegance and strength, and it never failed to make me feel just a little bit small. My throat quickly went dry.

“Lady Y/N,” She broke me from my thoughts. “You are Midgardian, correct?”

The weight on my chest made it hard to breathe, let alone speak, but I somehow managed the words. “Yes, your majesty.”

Suddenly, she cupped the side of my face in her hand. “Måtte gudene hjelpe folket i ditt rike.” A soft look crept into her eyes as her voice lowered to match its tenderness. “You and Jane must stay strong for the sake of your realm. Promise me that.” She turned to look at Jane. “Both of you.”

“I promise, your majesty!” Jane was quick to eagerly speak up.

I was just left in a silent stupor as Brunnhilde looked back down at me. “Well?”

My mouth seemed to move on its own, and a little bit of Norwegian I picked up from my time with Loki sprang to the tip of my tongue. “Jeg lover, min konge.”

Brunnhilde smiled warmly, and I was filled with the joy of a daughter who just made her mother proud. “I have faith in you.”

I couldn’t stop the wide grin from spreading across my face as the king turned and walked out of the Bifrost. Even as I saw Hela fold her arms out of the corner of my eye, the shiver down my spine barely registered as the hazy midday sunlight swallowed Brunnhilde’s silhouette.

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“I simply don’t understand it.” Loki sat at the kitchen table with his head in his hands, fuming. We’d returned to our penthouse in Midgard that night, and he was silent for the whole trip. I offered him my hand to hold as we soared through the magic tunnel Heimdall casted for us. He’d held it tightly without a word. This was the first time I heard his voice since the will reading on Asgard.

“Loki, dear,” My heels clicked against the tile as I strolled over to massage his shoulders. “You’ve been quiet for a while now. It was starting to worry me. Tell me what’s bothering you. Please?”

“It’s…” He let out a deep sigh. “It hasn’t exactly been a secret that my father never considered leaving the Sons of Odin to me. No matter what I did, it was just never enough for him. I was never enough for him. Today was no different. He’s taunting me from the gates of Valhalla, and there’s nothing worth saying or doing about it.”

“Then, to Hel with him!” I frowned. “You’re more than capable of leading the Sons of Odin. Part of him must’ve thought so if he left the Death District to you, right? That’s still a big deal! Maybe you just need to slowly work your way up.”

“That would merely be wishful thinking.” Loki’s shoulders sank under my touch.

I wrapped my arms around him, hugging him from behind, and kissed his cheek once he lifted his head. “You will rule our underground kingdom someday. I can almost taste it. Please, just hold out a little longer, my love. If I can see it, it’s only a matter of time before everyone else will.”

A devilish grin instantly broke across his face. “You never fail to flatter me, darling.”

“Oh, please,” I teased, “I can do more than that~”

Loki let out a soft sigh as I trailed my kisses down to his collar. “Oh, love…” His breathing grew labored as my hands trailed down the front of his suit jacket, slowly unbuttoning it. “My biggest temptress and my sweetest indulgence.” He shivered. “I could never resist you.”

“Then don’t.” I purred as I slid his jacket off his shoulders. “You have some stress keeping you all wound up. Let me help you ease it.” Holding his jacket in my hands, I began heading towards our shared bedroom to hang it up. “And allow me to run a bath for you, so I can rest your weary muscles.”

The last thing I heard before getting to the bedroom was Loki breathily moan, “Do hurry. I fear I don’t have much patience tonight…”

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The bath was ready. I was practically sweating by the time I’d finished the preparations. I’d dimmed the lights, lit some candles, and even thrown some rose petals in the water. Against Loki’s wishes, I’d taken my time. He needed this, and I wanted it to be perfect, which meant I couldn’t afford to rush. I dipped my hand in the water one last time, checking that the temperature was just right before opening the bathroom door.

“Loki, love,” I called out, “I’m ready for you- Ah!”

He practically pounced on me from just outside the door, wrapping me in his arms and pulling me into a deep kiss as he kicked the door shut behind him. He moaned as I let his tongue into my mouth, his hands sliding down my back until they caressed my ass, giving it a possessive squeeze. I tangled my hands in his hair, pulling him closer to me.

“That was too long.” He growled as we broke for air.

“I’m sorry, my love.” I cupped his face in my hands. “I wanted to make sure everything was perfect.”

“Darling, you spoil me.” He leaned forward until our foreheads were touching, our breaths intermingling between our mouths as he softly continued. “I meant to mention how impressed I was by your knowledge of Norwegian tongue earlier.”

“I learned from the best.” I softly giggled. “And that’s not all I’ve learned, either.”

“Oh, really?” Loki hummed. “Do enlighten me on how far your current knowledge extends.”

“Okay, hold on…” I thought for a moment before responding. “Jeg elsker deg.”

A proud grin spread across Loki’s face as he responded. “Jeg elsker deg også, kjære.”

I gave him a quick peck on the lips before beginning to undo his tie. “Let’s not let your bath get cold, now.”

I couldn’t tell whether Loki’s eyes were blown wide from lust or the low lighting as I began to undo his belt. “You do realize I could easily remove my clothing with my seidr, right?”

I playfully smirked up at him. “But that wouldn’t be as fun, would it?”

“Little minx.” He teased as I dropped his pants, revealing his half-hard cock. “I do hope that means you’ll be joining me tonight.” The idea of bathing with him had my inner walls clenching on air.

“How could I not?” Fighting the temptation to begin stroking him right there, I helped him out of his shirt and gathered his clothes in my arms. “I’ll make sure these are put away neatly. You get in and I can help you wash up when I’m done.”

“Must you make me wait again?” His eyes shone with a familiar softness that nearly made me weak in the knees.

“Patience is a virtue, my love.” I dusted off part of the fabric to keep myself from melting in his gaze. “I promise I’ll be quick this time.”

“Hurry back.” His request bordered on a plea as I slipped out of the bathroom.

I entered the bedroom and neatly put each article of clothing away so they wouldn’t wrinkle. I then stripped and did the same with my own clothes before slipping into a comfortable bathrobe and heading back to the bathroom.

I paused at the doorway to see Loki laying back in the soapy rosewater, his eyes shut as if he was asleep. He was an image of pure relaxation, yet the scene in front of me was reminiscent of my wildest dreams. The candlelight gave his porcelain skin a soft warm glow, making the shadows under his already sharp cheekbones more prominent. The ropes of his muscles pulled taught near his neck and shoulders. The dark tendrils of hair on his head were wetly slicked away from his face, spilling over the side of the tub in inky curls. He was beautiful, and the arousal pooling between my thighs clued me in to the fact that my body agreed.

“I know you’re there.” His voice rang out in a soft sing-songy tone. “I do hope you don’t intend to watch me all night.”

“Of course not.” I fully entered the room, only dropping my robe once Loki opened his eyes.

A small noise escaped the back of his throat. “Oh, darling. You look absolutely stunning.” His breathing grew heavier, but he still made no move to grab me or command me to get in. He was waiting for me to decide when I wanted to.

I slowly lowered myself into the water, and he allowed me to straddle his legs. “Does this mean you’re willing to give yourself to me tonight?”

 “I wish to give myself to you, body and soul.” He caressed the side of my face. “Whatever you desire, you’ll have it.”

Loki was secure enough in our relationship to allow himself to submit to me at times. My heart swelled as I realized that this was one of those times. He wanted me in control, and was relying on me to grant him pleasure. That was why he tolerated my commands today. He didn’t want to think too much, or be in any form of control. He just wanted to feel.

“You’re too sweet, my love.” I leaned forward and pecked Loki on the lips again. Before I could pull away, he wrapped his arms around my hips and bucked up into mine, causing a sharp wave in the water. I let out a surprised yelp as he attempted to deepen our kiss.

My hand came up quickly, seizing his chin. My fingers curled up along his sharp jaw as I found my grip.

Pulling away from the kiss and catching my breath, I started in a cautionary tone. “Oh, pet. I didn’t give permission for that, now did I? It seems like we’re getting a little too eager...”

“I’m sorry, mistress.” He shuddered under my touch, his hands quickly leaving my hips. “I didn’t mean to be presumptuous.”

I released his face, instead moving my hand to tangle in his hair. “You’re lucky I’m in a good mood.” I began trailing kisses along his jaw. “And you’ve been so good up until now. I think I’m willing to overlook this little incident.”

Loki softly moaned as I continued my trail of kisses down his neck, his cock brushing my lower stomach as it twitched up. “Th- Thank you, mistress.”

“You’re very welcome, pet.” I purred. “Just lay back and let me ease your tension, okay? That’s all I need you to do tonight. Nothing difficult.”

“May I touch you?” When I didn’t immediately respond, he added. “Please, mistress? I wish to be able to feel you while you please me. I crave it.”

“How sweet.” I trailed my hands down his chest. “Even when I treat you, you still want to make sure I feel good. Is that right?” Loki nodded, and I raised an eyebrow. “Use your words.”

“Yes, mistress.” He breathed. “I crave your pleasure as well as mine.”

“You’re a dream come alive, my love.” I softly chuckled as I leaned in to peck the tip of his nose. “I will allow you to touch me, but only when directed. Fair?”

“Yes, mistress.” Loki sighed right before I pulled him into another kiss.

My hands continued to trail lower until they played at the base of his cock. His moans curled into needy whines as I dragged a finger along its length, teasing at the tip while it grew fully erect. My free hand slid back up his chest, tracing each dip, curve, and muscle in his marble-like skin. I looked back up to see sweat breaking across his brow. His gaze was unwavering from my hand, almost as if he was silently begging me to grant him release.

“My darling pet~” I cooed. “What did I ever do to deserve you?”

“Mistress…” Loki whimpered in response. “Please…”

I felt another clench between my thighs at the neediness in his tone. It was a neediness that only I ever got to see.

Loki often made sure to keep his guard up in the presence of anyone and everyone. Strangers, acquaintances, family… but not with me. Never with me. He felt safe enough to lower his shield after the battles of each day and allow himself to be vulnerable with me. This didn’t always come in the form of being submissive. It sometimes didn’t even involve sex at all. It was beautiful. It was intimate. It was authentic, and I craved to wrap the wounds of my beloved warrior each day, no matter what they were, because he felt in his heart of hearts that I could bring him comfort. I welcomed that level of trust with open arms.

“You’ve been so patient for me today.” I slowly wrapped my hand around the base of his cock. “I think I’ve kept you waiting long enough.” I began slowly stroking as I lined myself up over him. “What do we say?”

“Thank you, mistress.” Loki breathed before I slowly lowered myself down onto his cock, one hand guiding him inside as the other grabbed his shoulder for support. His eyes closed and his head dropped back against the edge of the tub. He let out a low drawn-out moan until I bottomed out.

“There we are…” I sighed. “How does that feel, my love?”

“S- so good…” Loki seemed to be slowly slipping into his own ecstasy. “May I have more, mistress? Please?”

“So polite, and you know I love it when you beg~” I cupped his face in my hands. “Since you asked so nicely, I believe you do deserve a little more. Just lay back and relax. I’ll take good care of you. I promise.”

I sat upright and began moving my hips, setting a slow and even pace as I began to ride him.

“Mmh- Mistress…” Loki moaned. “F- faen … So good… Oh, how I- Ah- I’ve needed this…” Every sound coming from him was like music to my ears. His moans alone could bring me to my peak in a matter of minutes.

“That’s it, pet.” I reached for his hand to interlock our fingers. “Just relax and let yourself feel.” Keeping my pace steady, and directing him into all the best spots, I softly praised him between moans. “Oh, yes… You feel so good inside me… That’s it… My beautiful pet…”

“M- Mmh… Mistress…” Loki’s eyes refocused on mine.

“Yes, my love?” I breathed.

“May I- Ah- touch you, now?” He pleaded.

“Yes, you may.” At my direction, he used his free hand–the other still being held in mine–to grab my breast.

As I shivered under the touch of him tweaking my nipple, he sat up, shifting my position the littlest bit, and buried his face in my neck, leaving kisses as he panted and moaned against my skin.

I reached my hand up to weave into his hair as he pulled the most lewd of sounds from my lips. “Wh- What do we say, pet?”

“Thank you, mistress…” Loki softly moaned against my neck, causing me to clench around him, which earned another cry from the god.

The subsequent twitching of his cock and desperate whines escaping his throat clued me in to the fact that he was nearing his peak before he could even form the words. “I’m getting close…”

“I know, my love.” My own panting was ragged as I chased my own climax. “Hold on just a little longer. We’ll cum together, okay?”

“Yes, mistress…” Loki’s grip on my breast tightened as he struggled to hold back his release.

“Ready?” I gave the hand I was holding an affectionate squeeze. “3… 2… 1!”

I clenched around his cock as it began to spill its seed inside of me. I squeezed my eyes shut and saw a flash of white as our cries reverberated off of the bathroom walls. I kept my hips moving the whole time, determined to help us both ride out our highs.

Once we both came down from our peaks, it registered to me how full I really felt. It was filthy in all the best ways. I almost didn’t want Loki to pull out. I wanted this feeling for as long as I could possibly have it. 

“Darling,” I was still blissed-out when Loki moved his head from my shoulder. “You never fail to sate my cravings. Thank you.”

I quickly pecked him on the lips before responding. “There’s almost nothing I wouldn’t do for you, my love.”

“My loyal lover,” He lowly chuckled. “I suppose we should actually get cleaned up now.”

“Yeah, let’s do that.” I smiled warmly. “Come here. Let me help you wash up.”

After cleansing Loki with the finest soaps and lathers in our collection, which were imported directly from Asgard, he returned the favor, and we both went straight to bed after drying off. Resting my head on his chest, the last thing I remembered was Loki’s breath evening out before I began to fall asleep. He usually slept so peacefully when I was in his arms.

Måtte gudene hjelpe folket i ditt rike - May the gods help the people of your kingdom

Jeg lover, min konge - I promise, my king

Jeg elsker deg - I love you

Jeg elsker deg også, kjære - I love you, too, darling*

Faen - Fuck

*(“kjære” is a general Norwegian term of endearment, so it could also mean “dear” or “sweetheart”)

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[stuckybarton]

Company Party

SUMMARY: Now secretly married in the eyes of the law and of the state, but only engaged in the eyes of the public, it was during one of his company's many parties that he has finally introduced you to the much safer and more legal part of his business. But it didn't mean there weren't a few pest along the way. CHARACTERS: Loki Laufeyson x Female!Reader (Established Relationship); Darcy Lewis; Sylvie Laufeydottir; Thor Odinson. WARNINGS: Alcohol Consumption; Explicit Sexual Content; Public Sex; Bathroom Sex; Oral Sex (F! Receiving) Unprotected P in V; Dirty talks; Creampie; Bitchy Workers. WORDS: 5,735

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"You look beautiful, Wife." Loki purred against your ears as you continued to get ready for the party the company had set up to celebrate a great quarter.

It was also, the very first time you would actually be officially introduced as Loki's fiancé--instead of the café owner that would frequent the boss' office as random times of the day. You had always heard several rumors about you, more often than not there were never true but it always did give you a good laugh whenever you would see the gossipers making their way to the café and even more surprising was the fact their boss was also in the café acting like a complete goof for you.

But now things were different, you were now a Laufeyson, at least by the government standards you were. The big ass engagement ring and the slightly more discreet wedding ring made it evident. You were just hoping it wouldn't be something you had to be dealing in anything more than for social gatherings. You had made it perfectly clear with your husband that you did not want to change anything about your work now that you were married to him, things would remain the same and he was fine with it for as long as you would allow the watchful eyes of your guards be in the confinements of the café when he wasn't there with you. You agreed knowing your husband has his fair share of enemies.

"And you don't look too bad yourself, Laufeyson." You smiled turning to face your husband, eyes lingering at his darkening looks resting towards you. "How do I look?" You wondered shyly.

He never said a word, but instead allowed his hands to do all of the talking. Cupping your ass and pulling you closer to him, the steely erection digging through his pants was enough of an indicator of how much your husband loved the sight of you in green. His hand rose, the prickle on your skin grew evident as his hands now rested on the exposed part of your back. You had been cheeky this time around with your choice of dress, something that covered your neck to your chest, but exposed far too much of your back. It was enough to drive men crazy, but it was all of the sake of the man in front of you.

"Good enough to eat, My Love." He growled, leaning in closer to you. his breath fanning against your cheeks.

"Behave." You playfully pushed him away, knowing where his train of thoughts was heading and it was not the route you wanted to deal with after all the preparation you had to make to look even decently presentable for what was to come for tonight.

"You can't just leave me hanging like this." He spoke playfully, hands still very much resting on your exposed back.

"If you're a good boy, you'll get your reward." You incentivize seeing the sparkle in his blue eyes. "Deal?"

"I have you for two days and neither of us are leaving the confinements of the bed?"

"Maybe." You spoke coyly, finally giving in to your uncle's request of taking the month off to enjoy being newly weds for once with your husband. But that will be something you'll tell him after dealing with the party.

"Deal." He sealed the agreement with a kiss that had taken your breath away, like always when it comes to the man.

Eventually the two of you had made your way to the car that would drive you to the hotel where the party was to be held in. It had started hours ago, but being the Chairman and CEO, Loki loved to be fashionably late to said parties. All throughout the ride, your husband has been nothing but touched starved for you and for good reason. Having to be in the café and bakery for longer hours in preparation for your month off, it was only during this party that you and your husband would be together in a much more extended time than usual. You continually kept him in check when his hand slid far too high on your thighs, and every little filth that would come out of his mouth was momentarily ignored knowing what was to come tonight.

Eventually halting by the valet, your husband had slipped out first and opened your side of the car door to help you out. A smile on your face seeing how far he had come along since you had first met him. You didn't believe his family when they said it was your doing seeing the changes in him, if he truly wanted to change he will with or without you in the equation.

At the first sight of the flashing lights had you in a whirlwind as you were quickly guided by your husband inside, ignoring the numerous reporters that were hellbent in finding out who you were and what was the big ass ring around your fingers. This number of reporters took you by surprise, you know your husband was knowing throughout his business, but never to this extent knowing what he does behind the scenes.

"Should I even ask what that was about?" You playfully inquired your husband as soon as you were both in the safety of the reception. A few wandering eyes had been on the both of you.

"The Curse of the Odinson-Laufeyson name." He muttered. "It's become tamer over the years, that much I can assure you." He smiled before his face fell into a far too familiar cold mask that you had learned early on he uses to continue this façade in front of his employees and would-be enemies that would do anything and everything to see his downfall.

"Good thing I can share your burden with a glorious purpose." You smiled allowing the usher to finally escort you the banquet hall for the party.

Darcy was the first to greet the both of you, finally pulling away from your husband's grasp since your arrival, you had hugged your friend and complimented her for the black number she had on. Quick to inquire about how things had been going between her and your sister-in-law, Sylvie. A smile growing bigger on your face as she tried her best to ignore your question and instead focus her attention of Loki that was slightly amused by your line of question, probably doing the same to his younger sister when he comes to visit her.

"You're speech will be in a few hours, still can't convince you about the script we have written?" Darcy inquired.

"It's not needed." Loki brushed off before his attention return right back to you. "Drinks?"

"Champagne if they have it." You smiled and watched as your husband kissed you square on the lips for everyone in the party to see before leaving you with Darcy to continue with your conversation. "Well?"

"We're taking things slow." Darcy muttered. "I'm still preparing for the shit people around could throw at me for dating the boss' sister who was also to some degree is also my boss." She muttered.

You felt for Darcy, even without having worked in company yourself. You had always and constantly been called names after constantly being seen in the office without the boss truly confirming or denying your relationship with each other until now. Their words could be vicious, you don't doubt that Darcy would feel much worse being in the office in a much more extended time on a day to day basis.

"Me and Jane are always here if you need anyone to talk to. If you want why don't we schedule a mini-vacation for all three of us." You suggested, it would need a lot of convincing on Loki's part, but if it means reassuring your friend, you would do any means necessary to make it happen.

"Depends on your hubby's mood after the party." Darcy pointed out winking and you could only roll your eyes at the fact that her and your husband had once conspired to a surprise wedding for you a few weeks back. Now married without anyone knowing and planning for an actual wedding by next year, you were sure to make thing less complicated for anyone involved, expensive, but less complicated for everyone involved. "Come on you're still mad at me? Boss promised me I'd be your maid-of-honor if it was a success and I've got a killer dress just for the wedding too."

"Did you know that Loki also promised Sylvie that she will be the maid-of-honor while they were shopping for rings?" You pointed out making her mouth gape wide open earning a giggle out of you.

"That son of a bitch." She muttered and halted whatever else she was about to say when Loki returned with flute of champagne for you and for Darcy.

"Not drinking?" You had inquired seeing he was empty handed.

"I'll drink after the bloody speech is over." He muttered arm quick to wrap around your waist before turning his attention back to Darcy. "Keep me posted when it's time." He reminded.

"Yes, Boss." Darcy mock saluted before making her way rounds to socialize.

"Not in the mood to socialize yourself?" You teased your husband, taking measured sips not knowing who you would be encountering in the party and it was better to be as sober as you could with a little ounce of liquid courage to keep a straight face when needed.

"I much prefer to keep you away from the wandering eyes of the pigs in my company." he muttered and the giggle escaped your lips before you could even stop it. Him and his jealousy--possessiveness knows no bounds.

"Stop being a spoil-sport, Laufeyson." You teased, cupping his cheeks. "Here I thought you'd show me around and make me feel special." You teased knowing this had been the exact words he had initially stated when he told you he wanted you to be his plus one to the party.

He couldn't give his own quip at the booming voice of Thor and Sylvie took everyone's attention.

"You're fashionable late as always, Loki." Sylvie pointed out, pushing her brother away and wrapping you into a far too tight hug that took your breath away before you were pulled into another hug by Thor which was cut short by Loki that was quick to pull you right back into his arms. Again, possessive and jealous was the man's mood in this moment.

"Where is Jane?" You had found yourself asking, seeing no sign of your friend.

"Home, she is not feeling well." Thor looked far too happy to not have his wife with him. "Oh it's nothing bad, just some good news we hope to talk about tomorrow during lunch with Mother." he was quick to explain as you glared at him.

"Then a celebration is in order?" Loki quipped and your overprotectiveness over your friend had only made you realize exactly why the sudden absence. Loki quick to cover your mouth before you burst out the realization about Jane's pregnancy to the world. "I think it's best to keep it a secret from the people not part of the family." He points out playfully before finally pulling his hand away from your mouth.

"You two should start to socialize, I'm sure me and Y/N could have some time for ourselves for now." Sylvie smiled and before Loki could protest, you were pulled away by your sister-in-law and Thor was quick to drag him along with whoever would be keen on having a conversation with him.

Eventually losing sight of your husband, Sylvie was all smile as she continued to inquire about the wedding plans, at least the second wedding. It took a while for everyone to get around to the fact that you and Loki got married in your shared apartment without any of them present. But it was for the both of you at the time, you loved each other well enough to care less about the silly planning and elaborate designs that came with it. The second wedding would come eventually and you wanted your uncle to walk you down and your brothers to also be present for the wedding.

"Got plans for who will be your maid-of-honor?" Sylvie inquired.

You smiled and realize what this was about.

"If it's fine with you, I want you and Darcy to both be my maid-of-honor." You answered far to easily, amused with the blush that plastered her cheeks and it was better to compromised with the both of them. "Unless you don't want to help me and Darcy out."

"I'd love to!" She protest far too excitedly before slamming her hands on top of her mouth. "I mean, it's fine if Darcy is game with the arrangement." She backtracked to which you smirked about and a plan already forming in the back of your head for them.

"I've got a dress so most of the hard parts of the wedding is out of the way, why don't you and Darcy plan the Bachelorette party." You suggested. "Just not with the strippers like Jane's party, I don't want bloodshed on my party." You added playfully earning a giggle from the younger Laufeyson.

"I think I have something in mind and I'll talk to Ms. Lewis about it when I catch sight of her."

"I'm sure you will." You smirked and your eyes lingered on two women talking amongst themselves, but their eyes had been viciously glaring at your all throughout. It brought a sudden shiver down your spine at the sight of it. It was as if they were stabbing you with just their gazes.

They were typically the pretty types, taller-model like features and more of a display than a productive member of the company. You know their type, watching far too much rom-coms and series, you were wondering more if they actually worked for the company or if they were the plus ones that envied you for catching a bigger fish than they did.

"You okay?" Sylvie inquired following your gaze and the women now looking anywhere else but the both of you. "Ignore those two, they mean trouble, have been to Jane for a while before me and Hela had put a stop to it." She points out.

You blinked and this was even worse than you thought. They were always within your husband's time in the office. What would they do without you to see their antics. You know perfectly well the power and wealth your husband held, but it was nothing to the handsome face he was graced with. Everyone fawned over him and you could understand perfectly why, your jealousy for the women that would practically glue themselves to him made it evident. You trusted your husband that he will not be unfaithful to you, but it didn't stop the underlying possibility they would do any and every tactic to have their claws at him. A part of you has this feeling that they were the ones that had been spreading rumors about you in the office in your rare visits to his office for 'lunch' with him.

Before you know it, Sylvie had dragged you around, introducing you to everyone as Loki's girlfriend and fiancé, and proudly stating she was the favorite sister-in-law between the two sisters which you neither confirmed nor denied without facing the wrath of Hela if you catch sight of her.

It was refreshing to see everyone you've come into conversation with know you as the café and bakery owner and how they had often stopped by to sample your uncle's treats. It was a good conversation starter with a playful promise of discount if they showed their company id to the café. Eventually from the employees, you found yourself meeting some of your husband's higher executives you've also known had been involved with the other business. Conversation with them had been more civil and a little tense to your liking, as they know perfectly well that you know about your husband's other endeavors but were to afraid of scaring you off knowing about your husband's wrath if he catches wind of it.

Eventually when all of the important honchos and employees were done with, Sylvie had made it a point to introduce you last to the two women that had been eyeing you all night.

"Stacy, Lisa. Good to see the both of you in the party--uninvited." Sylvie snide and you tried your best to hide the smile from your lips. Sylvie can be terrible if she wants to be, to anyone that doesn't treat her family right--you were now part of that family it seems. "This is Y/N, Loki's fiancé." She introduced, pulling your hand closer to the two to see the giant rock around your finger.

"It's nice to meet you." The taller one, Stacy had spoke, but it was anything but nice from the fake smile she wore on her lips.

"We never thought you and Mr. Laufeyson would be serious." Lisa, the shorter bob-cut one pointed out.

"Nearly a decade together, I'm sure it was serious." You quipped downing the last of your champagne before returning the glass to the waiter roaming around. "He wouldn't have placed a ring on it, if it wasn't." You added, gaining much more confidence in front of the envious duo.

"But you know, things could change. Until there is a wedding, he can still change his mind." Stacy spoke offhandedly. "You never know, someone better might just pop and throw away the decade for the right reason." She smirked and that was enough to bring all the doubts and fear back in full force.

Loki could have any and every single woman he could have and yet she settled for someone like you. Someone with so much issues that you were yet to truly resolve all on your own, someone prettier, and a much more better background than yourself that would forever be stuck to being the owner of the café and the bakery.

"I think you went too far." It was Sylvie that had snapped at the woman's words. "How dare you say that to Loki's w--" You halted Sylvie's words. You and Loki had agreed to not yet tell the world about your marriage to prevent unnecessary hassle from everyone.

"It's fine. I trust Loki more than anything and he would rather kill himself that ever hurt me." You assured your sister-in-law, constantly hearing those words from your husband and was reassured as much, it was simply your own demons coming to haunt you in this moment and you needed a breather from everything, from the people that could and would possibly come between you and your husband if you weren't too careful.

Before Sylvie could say anything else, you had made you excuse to the bathroom to freshen up--when in reality did not want anyone to see you in the brink of tears in this very moment.

In your journey to the bathroom, what you don't realize was your husband seeing the entire interaction and was quick to follow you in your retreat, ignoring the conversation he was in at the moment. ~ It didn't take long for Loki to find your whereabout. The soft sobs echoing the female restroom was enough indicator to know where you were. Without an ounce of hesitation he had made his way inside and closing the door behind him. Anger coursed through his veins and he was contemplating with shooting the perpetrator's brains out would be a better way to get back or to simply embarrass them before firing them on the spot. But for this moment, his focus was on you, ensuring that you were alright before anything else. A part of him already wanting to ditch the party and just head home for takeout instead.

He pushed each of the cubicle until the last cubicle was locked and that was where you were. He knocked to which you gently pointed out that it was occupied--far too politely even in your tears.

"My Love, who do I need to kill?" He asked knowing it was enough to pull you out of the confinement of the cubicle. You did.

"I'm fine. No one needs to be killed." You pointed out, trying your best to wipe the last of your tears with the toilet paper you still held onto but with the tears still flowing it was hard to believe. It angered Loki more than he already was. He tried his best never to make you cry and someone of no significance to his life or to his company would do this to you. "I'm fine, it's just allergies." You lied.

"You are such a horrible liar, My Love." Loki pointed out with a smile. Hands have now come to cup your cheeks, thumbs slowly wiping away the remnant of your tears with his thumb. "Tell me what is bothering you, My Love."

"It's stupid." You muttered never once meeting his gaze and that alone had worried Loki even more.

"Nothing is stupid when it comes to you and the tears." He continues to urge you. "Do not make me ask my own sister, because you and I both know she will tell me what I need to know when it comes to you and your wellbeing."

"You and your fucking power trips, Laufeyson." You snapped a semblance to the fiery woman he knows and loves. "It's nothing that you need to concern about, just some of the bitches that work for you thinking they have a chance with you."

"And you believe they do?" He snapped, annoyed that they had gotten to you like they did in this moment. "Do I need to remind you whose name you are you now? Or do I need to fuck you senseless all over again for you to understand that there will be no other woman for me but you?"

"I know that. Every single fucking day of my life with you, you remind me of the fact. I married you didn't I?" You snapped now shoving him away from you. "But that doesn't stop the fact that I wonder why you did marry someone like me. I'm a fucking hothead on a good day and a psychopath on the bad days yet you still want me when you can have any prettier models to your disposal that will never contradict you and never get on your nerves but you still chose me, planning a wedding behind my back even."

He sighed, throughout the years this was something Loki had learned was the baggage that came with his wife. You had your own issues, he had learned to live with it. Constantly assure you about his choices, about loving you. He had constantly believed it was the other way around when it comes to you. How it made him wonder why you would choose someone like him, the ghost of his past, the sins he was forever to do because of his line of work, the coldness that will never leave his very being, and darkness that will never see the light of day--all of his issue and yet you still chose him. Even after knowing his secret, you remained even when the opportunity to finally leave was already open for you--you stayed and you loved someone like him.

"My Love, nothing in this world would ever make me choose anyone else but you. After everything we have been through, the ups and downs, and all the trials and tribulation our relationship had been in, I would want no one else but you to be part of my life. I never wanted a wife or a child in my life until I met you. I never thought I would ever deserve the life that I want to have with you until now. You give this stone cold bastard a chance of a life away from what was presented upon me and I owe my life to you because of it. You make me the happiest, and with you I can become more human than the monster everyone paints me to be."

He had made his vows all those weeks ago, forever he will assure you of the love only you were capable of giving someone like him and he was not gonna stop now, more than ever you needed him and he will give you everything you would need to reassure you and to reassure of the relationship the both of you had throughout the years.

"I hate it when you get sappy on me like this." You muttered wiping the tears that started to fall from your eyes all over again. "You make me cry even harder."

He smiled pulling you back into his arms. He cared less at this point if you were ruining his shirt, he could buy a hundreds more, but it was in this rare moments together that he could truly ensure his devotion to you and to only you. ~ "No more, Loki." You whimpered against the cold tiles of the bathroom. Your skirt was practically bunched up around your waist and one of your legs had now rested on your husband's shoulder as he continued to eat you out for the better part of the hour.

But your husband wouldn't let up, kneeling in front of you and his lips and tongue had done anything and everything to bring you into the brink of cumming but never truly giving you your release. He was torturing you until you give in to him. The games that he plays and only he could win as soon as you relent and give in to him.

"Tell me who I belong to, My Love?" He demanded in between every lap his tongue had made.

"To me." You whimpered, muscles tightening as the climb to another unforgiving release you were uncertain if it would be given to you. "You're mine and only mine, Loki." You gave in, chanting the words you husband wanted from you before you know it he had stood back up into his full height, erection out and ready.

"Look at me, Y/N." He demands and you did, even as your legs were growing weak, you listened to him. Your eyes solely focused on the man and that was all you needed in the momentary lapse of doubt that swam in your mind. "Jump." He orders and you did.

Arms wrapped around his neck and your weaken legs wrapped around his waist as he finally impaled you with his cock. The fullness took you a moment to full adjust but as soon as you did, you pulled your husband into the much needed kiss. He rested your back onto the wall as he began to move his hips, hands held onto your waist for support as he fucked you like you were always meant to be fucked.

You could taste yourself against his lips. The taste of mint and Tabaco came after. Your hands dug onto his shoulder as he continued to hammer into your core. Even through the coat and shirt he had one, you were certain that you were breaking skin at how deep your nails were digging. He thrusted harder and you could do nothing at this point but to brace yourself in both the support of your arms around his neck and the cold title on your naked back--only now did you realize the mistake of choosing the backless dress.

"How could I ever want any other woman, when you are all I would want to pound into, My Love?" His filth had began, further bringing you closer to the brink.

"Don't stop." You demanded at this point, no longer caring at the possibility of anyone hearing you. All that mattered at this point was that your husband fucked you like his life depended on it, you can take care of the mess after. He pounded over and over, and your back had slid over and over the tiles without a care to the world. "I'm close." You announced already feeling the familiar coil begin to tighten at this point.

A rush had came as Loki chased his release alongside you own. Cum filling you in multiple spurt triggering your own release. Clamping yourself onto him as he slowed his movement and both of you were left sated. A smile, a genuine smile played on both of your faces. This was the last thing you had hoped to happen in the party, but your husband always has his ways.

"Better?" He asked placing numerous pecked all over your face. At this point you were certain your make up was ruined.

"Yup." You nodded, bracing against your husband's chest as he finally placed you back down, legs still jelly from his ministration of your body. "But I'm fairly certain your employees know we've been fucking in the Women's restroom." You pointed out making your way to the mirror and generally surprised that the only thing out of place was your lips stick.

Pulling out your lipstick from the inner pocket of your husband's coat, you tried your best to salvage it while your husband did his best to tuck himself back and help you out in slipping your panties on. His cum noticeable untouched as they dripped down your legs.

"We should get going, before Darcy starts looking for you." You finally point out slipping your lip stick back into his pocket and helping him in straightening his crocked bowtie. "Why the hell do you still look so taste even after fucking you in the bathroom?" You groaned earning a chuckle from him.

"Touché, My Love, touché."

The momentary silent between the both of you post-coitus was rudely interrupted at the sight of Darcy making her way to inside, panicking.

"There you two are! You're up in five minutes. Stop with the quickie!" Darcy snapped.

You chuckled and caught sight of the same women that had been the reason for the mess in the bathroom to begin with. You turned to your husband, pulling him by his bow tie and pulling him into a far too scandalous kiss for the two snakes to see.

"Knock them dead, Laufeyson." You teased patting him against his chest before following both him and Darcy out of the bathroom.

Only at the sight of numerous women waiting for the bathroom vacancy did it finally dawn to you what you and your husband had done.

"Before I forget." Loki had halted in front of Stacy and Lisa. "I do not want to see you in the company ever again. I will make sure the both of you will be blacklisted from every company in New York from now on." No longer was the humor and warmth in your husband's voice as he spoke directly to the two. It scared even you at this point, what your husband could be if truly provoked. "You would dare disrespect my wife in my own party?!" His voice grew dangerously loud at this point that you had to hold onto him before he does anything too rash.

"Loki, it's okay. I'm okay. We're okay." You reassured him but his focus was still on the two that were begging him not to make true of his words.

"You two are fired, I should have done this years now for what you have done to Ms. Foster and Ms. Lewis." He spat ordering his security to escort the two away as Darcy now had to drag the both of you back to the reception hall where Loki pulled you back into a kiss before making a jog to the stage just in time for his name to be called for the closing speech.

"I swear to God, Loki still has the antics of a teenager." You jumped at the sight of Sylvie now joining you and Darcy as the MC continued on with the introduction.

"You tell me, I had to wait before the coast was clear." Darcy agreed making you simply shrug at this point. No longer capable of defending yourself being caught in the act and having the both of them on your case.

You had to shush the two love birds when your husband was finally given the microphone and wanted so bad to know what his words would be for the success of the company in the quarter.

"The success of not only this quarter but the few years had been nothing short of astounding, not just to me but as well as the investors and each and every single employee. Constantly I was inquired what had changed, but all I could say is I have been thankful and took life in a much different perspective, different from what my father had made for this company, different from what his father before him had done. I am thankful for the employees that do their best for the company. To my family that had been working alongside me into moving the company into a far more different direction that what it was once known for and lastly, to my wife, Y/N Y/L/N, that had been with me all throughout this transition and had been someone I could confine with in nothing but our pajama about the numerous growing pains of the company and she would simply encourage me even in my growing frustration, but constantly made sure that what I did would also benefit the people working for the company. Thank you, My Love."

As he said the last sentence his gaze had been focused on you, and literally everyone else also did.

"Did he just--" Sylvie was left speechless just as much as you were.

Nothing else of his words were getting to you at this point, your idiotic but far too possessive husband had done the very thing that you did not want him to do. You were going to kill him, as soon as he got off the stage, you will kill him for the mess he was about to make out of your life in this moment.

"I'm gonna kick his ass for this." Darcy muttered, panicked for the PR team she would need to assemble because of your husband's words.

"Get in line, I got first dibs." You muttered.

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[late-to-the-party-81]

Diamonds and Ice

AN: This is my entry for The Slumber Party’s week one Writer activity ‘I Spy’. I chose to use ‘Diamond Necklace’. I even managed a drabble!

Beta's by @lunarbuck Dividers by @firefly-graphicsgraphics and moodboard/banners by me. 

Summary: You consider the meaning of the gift you’ve just received.

Relationship: Dark Mob Loki x Reader

WC: Under 500

CW: Angst, Non-con, manipulation.

What is a diamond necklace?

A symbol of eternal and endless love? A way of announcing to the world that ‘I love you above all others’. Tangible proof that you are priceless?

Or are there other meanings? A replacement for a collar and chain? Telling others they can look, but not touch, for this person is my possession? A reminder that you can never escape?

Really it all comes down to the person giving it to you, and what your relationship is like. 

It may be that, in the beginning, such a gift would have meant all those initial things, back when love was new and you saw the world and your lover, through rose-tinted spectacles.

“You are the most precious thing in the world to me, dove. I wake up every day in awe of the fact that you could love someone like me.”

You wound your arms around his neck and pressed a kiss to his lips, enjoying the feel of his hands on your hips.

“You’re so silly, Loki. Of course you are deserving of love.”

But then the tint starts to wear off.

“Where were you, Loki? I was waiting for you.”

He glanced up at you, cleaning his hands with a rag. You tried not to look so hard at what he was cleaning off. Rust red.

“You know I had business, darling. I can’t always be here with you.”

Before disappearing altogether.

“Where do you think you’re going?”

His words come out as a snarl and his long fingers, fingers that used to take you to the heights of pleasure, were wrapped around your wrist in a punishing grip.

“Anywhere away from you. You’re never here anymore, stand me up more often than not. You’re angry all the time. I’m sorry, Loki. You’re not the man I fell in love with anymore.”

But what if your lover tries to apply a new tint?

His grip was tight on your jaw, but the discomfort from that was nothing compared to the pain in your shoulders and wrists, where your arms were bound above you to the headboard.

“You. Will. Love. Me.” Each word was punctuated with a harsh, punishing thrust. “You are mine, dove. And I keep what is mine.”

A tear rolled down your face.

Well, again, that depends on whether you accept the new tint and behave as though outwardly it’s the same as the original.

Your jaw ached, but this time from smiling. You rested your head on Loki’s shoulder, a picture of a woman smitten with her man.

“Isn’t he just the best? I can’t believe he bought this for me.” You almost believe yourself.

Your fingers trailed over the gems adorning your throat, almost as heavy and suffocating as your husband’s fingers.

“Well, you know how much you mean to me, darling.”

His fingers tighten on your waist.

What is a diamond necklace?

Cold.

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[acciotherapists]

Little Sparrow: Chapter Two

Loki x Reader Mafia AU

When Tony Stark's little sister wakes up deep in enemy territory she assumes her life is over. She'll be killed or worse: used as a bargaining chip against her estranged brother. What happens when the mafia leader, Loki Laufeyson, offers her a deal she can't refuse? No sentiment. Only revenge. What happens when the truth is revealed? Will she betray her only family or betray the man she loves to hate? Little Sparrow is an enemies to lover's fic riddled with betrayal and spice!

Loki quickly moved me into our shared room, though he quickly assured me there would be two beds as he saw my eyes widen. “It’s simply for appearances, darling,” he promised. “If I’m to protect you from even my own men, as you claim it was one of them that did this to you… then they all need to believe you’re mine,” he growled. “They wouldn’t dare touch what’s mine.”

He left me alone after that as his phone rang and he took the call outside. I didn’t have anything to unpack so I simply sat on the bed. The only bed. I tried not to worry as he told me there would be a second one brought in but could I truly believe the boss of the Asgardian gang?

I felt my phone buzz and I pulled it out, checking the now cracked screen. It was damaged from the attack but still usable.

Tony: Where the hell are you?

The door opened and I jumped as Loki entered the room, eyeing the phone in my hands.

“Hiding something, little one?”

I knew there was no point in lying; he’d just figure it out anyway.

“Tony texted me. He wants to know where I am.”

“And what did you say?”

“Nothing yet. You walked in before I could.”

His phone rang again and I could see his brow furrow in annoyance as he looked down at the screen.

“Respond. Tell him you’re fine,” he hissed, before answering the phone and turning toward the door. “This better be urgent,” he growled, closing the door behind him.

I quickly began typing.

Y/n: I’m okay. Just laying low for a bit but I’m okay.

He responded instantly.

Tony: I’m glad you’re okay but where the hell are you?

Y/n: I’m just staying with a friend for a bit. I’m ok.

Tony: Alright, kid. Just call me when you can and be safe.

I tried not to scoff at the message. Be safe. Yeah, right. Be safe deep in enemy territory with a man that would easily kill me and with no way out.

****

“This better be urgent,” Loki hissed as he slammed the door to his and now Y/n’s room.

“We found him, boss. He’s got her blood on his knuckles,” the voice on the phone answered.

“Bring him to the pit,” Loki growled, hanging up the phone and leaving Y/n alone.

He made his way to the pit quickly, finding one of his men tied to a chair.

“You’re certain?” Loki asked Syf and she nodded. “He was the last one to leave the base before she was attacked and he returned shortly before you found her with blood on his knuckles.”

“And you’re certain it’s her blood?”

“We didn’t exactly test it,” she chuckled. “But he admitted it as soon as we began our questioning.”

Loki looked at the man sitting in the chair, a strange fury settling in his chest.

“What shall we do with him, boss?”

“Take him for a one-way ride.”

She nodded and signaled for another group of men to escort him away as he struggled. When they were finally gone Syf approached Loki.

“What is it about this one?” she asked him, being careful with her words.

“I don’t know what you mean.”

“You’ve never killed a man for a woman before… especially not for one who’s with the Avengers.”

“My reasons are my own,” Loki hissed. “Question them again at your peril.”

She backed off and Loki left the room, leaving more questions than answers.

****

When Loki reentered our now shared room his face was contorted with anger and I could practically see the gears turning in his mind as he tossed his jacket on a nearby chair.

“What exactly is the play here, Laufeyson?” I hissed, getting straight to the point. He was already angry so I saw no point in beating around the bush.

“What do you mean?”

“You told me to tell my brother I’m fine but said nothing about where I am. What is the point of me being here? On top of the fact that I have no clothes, nothing to sleep in, and a raging headache, you’ve told me nothing about this plan of yours other than you intend to keep me here.”

He chuckled darkly. “You’re free to leave whenever you wish, pet. I will not hold you hostage." I could see him watching me carefully, as if waiting for some sort of reaction but when he found nothing he sighed and tossed his shoes into the closet.

“I’ll have Frigga go with you to get some clothes tomorrow.”

“That’s not what I meant, Loki,” I sighed. “What am I even doing here?”

He smirked, slowly moving closer. He gently moved his finger under my chin. “You’re escaping, pet.” He slowly stood again. “You’re escaping that dull life of heroism,” he chuckled. “And you’re here so I can protect you.” He lifted the covers and I looked at him curiously.

“What are you doing?”

“Tucking you in.”

I rolled my eyes. “Yeah, sure. What are you really doing?”

“Oh, would you just lie down? I’m taking the couch for tonight. My men will have a new bed brought in tomorrow.”

“I don’t want to kick you out of your bed.”

He shook his head. “It’s fine, little one. Just lay down.”

I reluctantly complied and he pulled the blankets up to my chin. As he pulled his hands away from the blankets his finger gently brushed my cheek and there was something familiar in the gesture that I couldn’t quite place. He cleared his throat, blinking rapidly as if trying to clear his mind of something that troubled him and his face softened.

“Do you prefer the lights on or off?” he asked and my heart squeezed at the somehow familiar statement.

“What did you just ask me?”

“Lights on or off?”

“Off is fine,” I replied.

He searched my eyes and there was an uncomfortable tightness in my chest. 

“Why did you ask me that?”

“Old habit, suppose.” He left no time for me to respond before flicking off the lights and retreating to the couch.

****

Loki lay tossing and turning for much of the night, though he found the sound of Y/n’s breathing to be a calming escape from the thoughts in his mind.

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[cherryc1nnam0n]

Stockholm Syndrome | Prologue

Fem!Reader x Mafia Boss!Loki

Summary: You had a shitty life your whole life, being too tired and done with your family you decide you will escape home and find a way to survive, without expecting the opportunity to be served in a golden tray...

Series cw: Mafia AU Loki is the boss, no powers AU just important names, heavy Stockholm syndrome if you squint, reader has shitty parents, mentions of alcohol and drugs, kidnapping, guns, blood and eventual smut

Chapter cw: Shitty parents, domestic abuse, running away from home, getting kidnapped

Prologue...

"I am so done with you look at this shit! This food tastes like crap!" Your dad screamed at your mom, again

"Well it wouldn't taste like it if you actually had a job and would look after your house!" Your mom confronted

A loud crash was heard, you were upstairs packing what you could in a bag, clothes, your charger, phone, tablet, essentials, you were running away from home, never looking back, you had to, your family was crumbling apart each day and you couldn't keep living like this...

"Oh yeah yeah it's all my fault! Why don't you do something useful for once and sell that stupid little shit you call a daughter?!" What? Sell?

"Shut up David! Don't get our daughter into this!" Your mother yelled

"I am fucking done with you woman, I only keep you because you have a great pussy that's all!"

Your mother's sobs were the last thing you heard before you left that house...

........

Now here you were, walking in the middle of the night, looking around for somewhere to sleep in, a park bench? An empty hallway? Anywhere would be better than your house...

What you didn't expect was a van to park next to you and two men grab you inside, throwing your bag into it with you.

"Alright we have one let's go!" One man spoke

Normally, girls would scream their lungs out, crying for help of fighting for their lives

But... You weren't... You were, smiling...?

#loki marvel #loki imagine #loki odison x reader #loki x reader #loki laufeyson #loki odinson #mcu loki #loki series #loki smut #loki x plus size reader #loki friggason #mafia boss #thor mcu

[ltbarnes]

Resurrection Chapter 5

Summary: Bucky Barnes was only nineteen when the lives of his parents and little sister were taken right in front of him by the ruthless members of the Odinson mob. His father’s mistakes have turned Bucky into a vengeful and cold shell of the charming boy he once was, now deeply rooted in the criminal lifestyle of the Stark mafia. Sudden attacks ignite the conflict between the two forces of the city, refueling the rivalry that has been rather tame for years. Nine years since Bucky’s life fell apart, he finds it shattering once more when what was supposed to be long dead returns to the living.

Pairing: brother!mafia!Bucky Barnes x adopted!sister!reader, mafia!Thor Odinson x reader, mafia!Loki Odinson x reader, eventual Steve Rogers x reader

Word count: 4.1k

Warnings: irritated men in traffic, Bucky is absolutely devastated, guns, people being shot, violence

A/N: it’s been a while since I updated this lol

Series Masterlist | Main Masterlist

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"Fuck!"

Sam slams his hand against the horn for the third time since they left the old factory. He knows it's not helping anything, because this traffic jam is not dissolving anytime soon. It's just frustration being let out in a way that doesn't involve hurting people.

Forty minutes—that's how long they've been crawling forward in the midst of hundreds of cars driving. Both his and T'Challa's phones are dead and they are four hours away from where they want to be.

"The clouds are dark. It will be storming soon," T'Challa speaks up, elbow leaning against the window and his chin leaning against his palm.

"No shit, Sherlock. They've been warning about this fucking storm for a week."

"No need for that kind of language, Wilson. We are both frustrated, I am aware," he answers. "I also know that we have to let the others know about what we heard."

"Bucky and Stark are probably on their way to murder all of 'em already. But I can't say I blame them."

"It would be a waste of life. The Odinsons weren't the one to sabotage for us. And if I might say—Thor and Loki are both respectful towards the young girl. Treat her like a sister."

"Yeah, and we didn't blow up a goddamn garage either. Someone is setting both of us up."

Large raindrops begin to splatter down onto the windshield, slowly, until they fall so rapidly nothing can be seen through it. Sam sighs in defeat, slumping in his seat. They're not getting anywhere soon, and bad things are going to happen because of it.

It's crucial that they know about the Odinsons and their innocence, at least in this case. No one is denying that they are morally disturbed people and that they have sabotaged millions of dollars worth of property for the Starks, but this warehouse wasn't blown up by them. And the Starks had nothing to do with their destroyed garage.

Someone is trying to cause conflict between the two clans, start the war that has been brewing for a long time. But quite frankly, Stark has made it perfectly clear that he has no interest in a thing like that. But ultimately, soon it might get to a point where it's inevitable. This information could prevent a hell of a lot of people dying in unnecessary battle.

"Do you think it's those guys—what was their name again? The ones who had Bucky?" Sam asks, resting his hand on the wheel while pressing the back of his head against the seat.

"Hydra? Well, yes, I believe so. It would be the most plausible option," T'Challa answers, eyes set on the never ending queue in front of them.

Unfortunately, they are completely jammed in. Cars surround them from all sides. Sam has a thought or two of ripping someone's car door open and stealing their phone so he can call someone back home. T'Challa would have him face down on the wet asphalt before he could do anything like it, though.

He thinks about Bucky. That goddamn misery on his face, the excruciating realization that someone he thought was dead for a decade has suddenly turned up as if she was never gone. Even through all of the shit they give each other, Bucky is his friend. Shit like this—it's a pain he could never even imagine. If Sam's big sister was shot right in front of him and held captive for this many years, he would burn down the entire world to get her back. He understand that more than anyone.

And god, he barely wants to think about what you could have been put through during all of these years. These big men getting their hands on a little girl associated with the enemy. It's nauseating. But you looked comfortable—joked with these men as if they were your siblings.

Deep down, Sam has a feeling that they actually took care of you, kept you away from harm and shown you the kindness that a young girl deserves. You looked safe from harm and healthy, comfortable enough to talk about personal issues with three grown men. But despite if this is the true version, it could never justify shooting and kidnapping a goddamn child. Their bullets tore through your mother, their hands put your father's body in the river. Their men made you almost bleed out right in front of your brother. That kind of shit isn't just forgiven, even in the world Sam lives in. Especially not in the world Sam lives in.

Yeah, Sam is fucking pissed off on that entire system of assholes both for his own and Bucky's sake. But they sure didn't blow up that Stark warehouse. If he's right, both the Odinsons and the Starks have a much larger enemy to defeat than each other. Hydra is back, and they might be more dangerous than they previously thought.

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It's chaos at the compound.

Bucky and Natasha arrived to the news of Rhodes being shot while out taking a fucking walk. They came with the gift of his little sister being alive and captured by the Odinsons. Daring to say that the two of them didn't really hear anything because Bucky had a panic attack before they found anything out is not in his blood. Instead, the excuse of these news being urgent is explanation enough for Stark. Besides, Sam and T'Challa will be here soon.

These feelings are dangerous, he knows. The ones where he can barely see anything through the blind rage. His limbs are restless, longing for a windpipe to crush underneath the strength of his hand. He always does something reckless to jeapordize the mission whenever he feels like this.

He's still standing in the lobby, watching all the people run back and forth, up and down the stairs. Shoulders bump into his side, sending him stumbling while blinking furiously. What was he supposed to do now again?

The rage quickly manifests into tears. Slipping down slowly on his cheeks, falling to the shiny floor with a quiet drop. Bucky is overwhelmed by it all and doesn't know what to do except stand there surrounded by the people who can take action in a time of distress.

"Hey, come with me," a soft voice whispers with a hand to his shoulder. He doesn't even flinch, bring out the aversion to touch his body so naturally has developed through the years.

Thinking too much about wether or not to follow the orders is beyond him, and he follows along with the gentle guidance of Natasha until the large lobby becomes a smaller kitchen. Away from the bustling and running, the people.

A chair is pulled out, placed underneath Bucky with her hand pushing him down to a seat. It's ridiculously rare that Natasha shows this level of care and attention with him. They have a relationship of pushing each other into walls while walking and shutting the fuck up unless they have something important to say. Part of why he likes her—she doesn't expect anything from him.

"Hey, hey. It's okay, you know? You are allowed to cry. You're allowed to be angry and want to cut them up to fucking pieces for what they have done to you," she says, standing in front of him with a hand on his shoulder, looking up through her lashes. "We will get revenge. But you have to get yourself together first. We'll go tonight so you'll have a few hours to sort through things."

"Y/n is..." Bucky's gaze is unfocused, blue eyes clouded by confusion and unshed tears. "My sister—"

"Y/n is fine right now. We will get her back. I swear to you on Yelena's fucking vest that I will do everything in my power to get that girl back to you safe."

Bucky blinks away the haze until his lips manage to quirk up just slightly. He knows how serious it is when Yelena's vest comes into question. Nat's sister would throw herself into fire if it meant getting her vest back unscathed.

"I just—I think I need to be alone," he whispers, swallowing the onslaught of tears wanting to claw their way out of him.

"Yeah, okay. Of course. I'll talk to the guys and fill them in, get a few of them ready to come with us. Need to track the bastards down too."

Bucky nods, wiping underneath his nose with the sleeve of his jacket. He hasn't even thought of the fact that they don't know where you and the Odinsons are.

Natasha leaves the room after a single pat to his shoulder. One that's rid of sentimentality but shows she cares nonetheless. Bucky is glad that he at least have someone to be rational for him in these moments, because he's entirely and completely lost.

He doesn't really know how to feel. About four hours have passed since he saw your face again. It's a constant battle of anger and resentment against elation, interrupted by these horrible waves of simple sadness. He's just sad.

Bucky missed so many years of your life because of those people. He could have taken care of you—bought the two of you a small house somewhere outside of the city and maybe get a dog for you to play with. Take you to dance recitals and help you with math tests and yell at you for sneaking out to be with your friends. Things a big brother to someone with no parents left should do for his little sister. Instead he has wasted five years being reckless in the military and one year in captivity, just to spend another three years being reckless in a fucking mob. Countless people have died under his hand, triple the amount tortured and threatened. You would be so disappointed to know what he has been up to—your Jamie (he always acted like he hated that nickname) that you looked up to so much has gone ahead and ruined his own fucking life.

And his mom—he prays that there isn't a heaven where she's looking down at him if only it could save her from knowing what he's done. Her little baby girl shot, kidnapped and held captive for almost half of her life. Her only son throwing away all that potential in the aftermaths of his grief. When it comes to what his father thinks of him, he's never cared particularly much. Bucky knew George was a scumbag since he was a little boy and were much happier whenever his dad wasn't around. He made it his mission to protect you and his ma from the unsteady temper of Mr. Barnes already as a twelve-year old.

But would he care? George was never happy about his wife's wish for another child, prolonged for so many years that she grew too old for another one biologically. After a year of persuasion he caved in and let his wife take in a parent-less baby that desperately needed someone to take care of her. It wasn't enough that George didn't want another kid to begin with—he loathed the idea of a daughter.

His aversion towards you was clear from the beginning, but Bucky still wonders if he would have cared that you've been kidnapped for so long by the enemy if he was still alive. Maybe to keep up appearances, he would grieve publicly. But any effort to retrieve you behind the scenes would be half-assed at most. He was a coward, and daring to cross the Odinsons would be too much for him. Bucky doesn't know all this for sure, but it makes him hate his dead father even more. He hopes you didn't feel the absence of his father's love, that the affection he and your mother showed was enough to make up for it.

The kitchen chair he sits on is uncomfortable. Expensive designer furniture or not, Tony has a horrible knack for choosing style over comfort. It makes Bucky mad. And then it reminds him that some people like the uncomfortable. Steve, for example. That punk has been throwing himself at fists and boots to the stomach ever since he was a kid. But Steve is his best friend and god, he should really call him. Steve should know about you. He has been Bucky's rock through all of it—he was there when it happened, for god's sake.

Yes, Steve has a right to know about your being alive and all that. But that does not make Bucky pick up the phone and call the guy. Speaking it out loud like this, to someone on the outside of it all, feels too real. It solidifies the fact that he has failed you spectacularly for nearly a decade and Steve is going to know that. He might not ever say it, but he is going to be disappointed and angry with Bucky for never trying harder to find your body.

So no, today might not be the right time. He is going to get you back tonight, settle himself down into the reality of your return and then he will tell Steve. No excuses.

Almost an hour passes by before someone else enters the kitchen to the sight of him having his head leaning against the palms of his hands, elbows planted on the marble kitchen island, staring into the intricate pattern of the stone counter. The clock strikes 16:55 as Bucky raises his gaze for just a second to check whoever's bothering his peace.

"Hi, uh, hello—Bucky. Mr. Barnes," Peter stutters as he moves slowly towards the refrigerator.

Parker is a relatively new recruit. Mostly assists Stark with a bunch of bullshit tasks, but that's how you prove yourself loyal. And despite the impossibility of it, the boss seems to have a soft spot for this kid. He's what? 20, 21? It's the youngest they have in the immediate circle.

"I heard about your sister. I'm sorry about that. Hope—I really hope you get her back. Safe," he continues, eyes everywhere but on the stone-faced Bucky. "Actually, Mr. Stark said I might get to drive everyone to the restaurant. Be the getaway driver, you know?"

"Restaurant?"

Bucky perks up from his slumped figure, now entirely focused on the flushed kid with his hand around the fridge handle. Might rip it off soon if he doesn't relax—he's much too nervous around everyone to appear tough.

"Uh, yeah—apparently they're going to be at some restaurant at like, seven. Snowflake, or Frosty or something like that. Never heard of it."

The chair scrapes against the floor as Bucky pushes away from the counter. Not a glance, a goodbye, or a thank you even, comes from his mouth before he barges out of the kitchen.

He bumps into Pietro on his way up the stairs, a mumbled 'sorry' from his lips as the silver-haired man follows his hasty figure with a curious stare. The news have spread around the house by now, but Natasha threatened everyone with a good beating if they bothered Bucky. Those instructions did not reach Peter.

The Bifrost. Surely that must've been the restaurant the kid was talking about. A popular one, but if people in this city knew who it actually belonged to their costumers would scatter. Now that he knows where you're going to be he has a hard time restraining himself from jumping into the car and driving away with only a handgun and two knives to accompany him. But he knows Natasha was right.

Voices and laughter sound from the medical room down the hall. Rhodey seems to have drawn half of the people in this house to him, seeing as some even stand in the hallway due to lack of space. Surely he can't already be awake.

It grows quiet as Bucky pushes himself forward, earning an offended scoff from Yelena as she trips over her own feet. Bucky steadies her with his arm without even sparing her a glance.

To his surprise, Rhodes lies awake, though groggy, hooked up to a heart monitor and IV. He looks fucking exhausted, but there's still a smile to his face.

"You doing alright?" Bucky mumbles, casting a stoic glance around the people surrounding him. It's clear he's the elephant in the room, despite the half-dead man at the center of it.

"Never better," Rhodey answers with a thumb's up. Looped up, that's for sure.

Bucky gives a single nod in answer, crossing his arms over his chest. He may act all unbothered, stoic even, but he's glad Rhodes is okay. He's been a good man to him so far, smart, rational. They need him on this team, mostly to keep Tony grounded.

"Good. Good," he whispers before gulping, glancing down to the floor.

He can almost feel the sympathetic looks everyone gives him. Bucky hates it, but somewhere he knows it's because they care.

"Right. We should get back to business," Nat says, nodding towards the door. "Need to know which ones are coming with tonight. Thinking we'll go through it now."

Several people shuffle out of the sterile room into the dark hallway, leaving Tony, Pepper and Happy left with Rhodes. The latter probably won't notice the sudden clearing of space with how much morphine he's on.

Red hair leads the way towards a meeting room on the other side of the upper level. An oversized table stretches out from wall to wall lined with bookshelves of unread books, surrounded by thirty ridiculously expensive oak chairs. Tony made it a point to explain how much he sacrifices for everyone's best, when everyone knows he just likes to splurge.

Bucky nearly, almost, feels emotional when he sees how many sit themselves down to help him rescue his sister. A person they don't even know, simply because of how much you mean to him.

Yelena, Nat, Pietro, Wanda, Coulson, Shuri, Vision, Marc, Maria, Brock. All these people care enough about Bucky to care about you. He knows Sam and T'Challa would be here too if they weren't so goddamn slow. Bird-brain probably stopped for some fucking iced coffee and got stuck in a Target. Apparently haven't answered any of Nat's texts or calls either. Better be goddamn alive.

Okoye and Carol are out trying to figure out who the hell shot one of their own. Bucky feels bad that he's taking away manpower from that, even though he simultaneously wants to gather every damn person in the world willing to fight for his sister. This is the most important thing for Bucky, ever.

"So, Bifrost, huh? Gonna be easy to get in. Never have much security," Shuri says as soon as everyone's seated.

"We don't know that. My source tells me the whole inner circle's going tonight," Nat answers. "We have to gear up either way. Be prepared."

Bucky soon zones out, only listening when any mention of an actual plan comes up. The image of your arms wrapped around yourself, tears wetting your cheeks, displays at the forefront of his mind in a constant loop. That you might've had that expression every day destroys him. This life that he leads—if he knew you were alive he would have kept you as far away from it as possible. It's not something you should grow up with. He and his ma shielded you from a lot when you were a child, to the point where you didn't even have a clue about what your father did.

All of that effort seems pretty pointless now, when you've grown up in an environment even worse. Hell, Bucky can't offer you much better. But at least you will be loved. Protected. God, Bucky would spend the rest of his life by your side if you needed him to. Maybe he could convince Tony to get you into some prestigeful university so you could get a good education and make something of yourself. Take you and Steve to Coney Island on the weekends.

"Yes, yes. Natasha, you have gone over this three times. We understand," Shuri says, interrupting his deep train of thought with her irritated exclamation. She hasn't really inherited the near royal politeness her brother possesses. "Now, where the hell is my brother? Four hours late."

"That голубь probably crashed the car, I swear," Yelena says, an amused grin playing on her lips.

"It's a rainstorm outside and 5 pm traffic. They're probably just stuck. Phone battery dead," Nat says. "They'll be back soon."

"I suppose we are to get ready soon if we are leaving in twenty minutes." Vision leans forward in his seat, searching for Nat's eye contact. She answers with a nod, pushing her chair out from the table.

"Coulson and Hill, you go fetch the kid and make him warm up the cars. Visit the arsenal while you're at it, too."

"Yes, ma'am," Coulson says with that familiar content smile on his lips.

People start to trickle out, cleaning their knives and stretching their limbs in preparation. Things could be easier than expected or end up in straight war, but they throw themselves at the opportunity anyway. This is family, by now.

"I'll go with Hill and Coulson," Brock speaks up for the first time during the meeting with a few fingers raised nonchalantly, as if he's asking a question in the classroom.

Bucky has to resist from rolling his eyes. He's never really gone along well with Rumlow. Sure, everyone in this damn mansion has a predisposition for violence but that man just thrives in it. Always smiles a little too much while plunging a knife into someone's neck. Narcissistic bastard, as well. Of course he wants to handle the weapons. Probably just coming along for the opportunity to shoot an Odinson in the head.

"Why are you telling me?" Nat answers with a glare. "Just go."

When it's just him and her left in the room, a quietness falls over the space that is suffocating him. He's anxious beyond compare. What if they don't succeed? If you're left there while your only potential rescuers get shot to death or captured themselves? Things can't go wrong tonight.

"You gonna be okay?" Nat asks from where she's sitting on the other side of the table. "If you think it's too much, we can do it without y—"

"No. Not a chance in hell," he seethes. "I'm going to get my sister back."

"Well, okay then. Let's go."

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It's 7:30 PM when three sleek, black cars pull up outside of the coveted, Odinson-owned restaurant. The windscreens are dark enough for the security guards standing in the entrance to not see through. When they do see, it's too late to send warnings inside to their bosses.

Bloody knuckles and knocked out men instead lie just outside of the lavish doors, courtesy of one Brock Rumlow with the assistance of Marc Spector. Yelena whines about them not leaving anyone left for her. Natasha scolds her for the lack of patience. Bucky just stares through the darkened glass doors while bringing out his gun.

These are the last moments of his life where he can still wonder about what having you in his life again will be. In an hour he will either be dead or you will sit next to him in a car. You might not recognize him, might be scared, might hate him for leaving you here all these years. But goddamn it, if he isn't going to give it his all to get the both of you out of this restaurant alive.

A firm hand lands on his shoulder, squeezing in silent affirmation. Bucky's act of indifference is fooling no one. Not even the kid who drove the car all the way here.

"It'll be alright," Vision says.

And Bucky nods, because even if his fear tells him otherwise he knows you will no longer be stuck. In his very bones.

Maria pushes forward after Pietro gives her the okay—he's surveyed the perimeters. Everyone is gathered inside. She turns her head over her shoulder, hands grasped around her gun. The sound of weapons being loaded reminds Bucky of a falling domino.

"Alright, guys. Enter in three, two, one..."

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CHAPTER 6

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🖤 Love in the Dark 🖤

•Intro

•Series Masterlist

Mafia! Loki x Fem! Reader

Chapter 1

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The Girl He Saved

As he cut the phone he was in a great hurry and was practically fuming. "What's wrong?" you mused "It's none of your concern" he blankly said and stood up "Your arm- the stitches are not as necessary but you must disinfect it" "It'll be fine" "But-" "I. SAID. It. Will. Be. Fine" he firmly answered and left the room before stopping to say "Issac will show you the room. Eat something."

Once he was off to God knows where the same guy from earlier entered the room. He showed you your room and gave you dinner.

After having dinner you took a shower and changed into what seemed to be Loki's t-shirt, it was already placed on the bed when you entered the room and hell, it was so comfortable.

The sleep you had that night seemed to be the best you had in a month. That was untill you woke up in the middle of the night because of the nightmares. Now, those are the side effects of being kept hostage.

You were panting heavily, a thin layer of sweat covered your body and your throat was drier than the desert. Checking the time, you noticed that it was 3am. You got up from the bed to fetch some water for yourself for which you had to go downstairs....

As you took your glass of water from the kitchen, you heard the main door opening. You grabbed the nearest object for your defence which was a spatula and stood in a defensive stance. As the door opened you were relieved to see that it was Loki.

The sleeves of his black shirt were rolled up, a few top buttons undone. His hair were tied up in a loose man bun , some stary inky black tendrils coming in perfect contrast of the porcelain skin of his face. He looked Godly as the dim light caressed his face.

He walked towards the kitchen as he heard the shuffling noise and found you there instead. He let out a small chuckle "Were you planning to hit me with that spatula?" Your face immediately turned beet red "I uhh... i didn't know it's you.... it's freaking 3 in the morning." "And pray tell what were you doing at 'freaking 3 in the morning' ?"

"I...I came to get water" you felt his eyes run up and down your frame and that was when you realised that you were literally standing there in his t-shirt. Just his t-shirt. Sure it was long enough to cover but still....

"My clothes suit you quite well, darling" he said with a smirk. This caused you to turn even redder...if that was possible. "Did you eat dinner?" you asked changing the topic. There was a flicker of surprise on his face before he masked it "I- no. No, I didn't" he said

"Seriously? Wait, I'll make something for you. What do you want to have?" you asked him. "It's fine, I'm not hungry" he said "No it's not. What was the last meal you had and when?" "Uhh..I had lunch at....1" he answered.

You raised your brows "Do you even realise how wrong it is to go hours without meals? And it's been more than 12 hrs since your last meal.".....no response. "Now you sit here, I'm bringing you something to eat. Yes or yes?" he playfully rolled his eyes and said "Ok, ok, fine" putting his hands up in mock defence.

You made him some grilled cheese with tomato soup and served him on the dining table. "Loki... it's ready" you called him cuz he was not there, he said he was going to take a bath before you started cooking.....so now he must have finished.......

Your thoughts were stopped midway as you saw him coming downstairs without much clothes.....all he was wearing was a pair of sweatpants. His black curls were dripping from the shower as the water droplets grazed his strong, muscular body.

"I'm here, darling" he said in his unfairly arousing, spicy, delicious, sexy, hot, amazing voice.

"Have a seat, your meal's ready." you said with a smile. He graciously sat on one of the chairs of the dining table. "What about you? Are you not joining me, darling?" said he "I already had dinner" you replied "Oh, come on. Join me." he said "Loki-" "No, you're joining me. Now." he said in a tone which didn't leave much to argue.

So, you took a seat beside him. "How's your arm?" "It's fine" "Did you disinfect it?" "Uhh....." "You didn't, did you? Where's the medical kit?" you asked him. "I don't remember exactly...uhh..- no - wait, it's in my bathroom, in the top right shelf"

"You eat your food, I'll bring it"

As he yook the first bite, a moan of satisfaction slipped his lips.

"Mmm, this is scrumptious, Y/N! It's the best I've ever had on midg- Earth. It's wonderful." he heartfelt words made you blush "Thank you so much, Loki. I'm glad you like it" " 'Like' is an understatement, darling. I love it" you thanked him and smiled.

"I'll just go and bring the medical kit" you stood up and went towards his room, upstairs. "There's one in the guest room too" he called after you, so you chose to bring the one from the guest room.

After getting the kit you went back to where Loki was. "You can eat, it's on your left arm so it won't bother if I disinfect it even while you're eating." "Ok" he extended his arm towards you and you started disinfecting it.

Once it was done you dressed the wound. You looked at him after it was all done only to find him looking at you intently "What?" you asked "Nothing" he said averting gis gaze back to his plate. "It's done" you said referring to the now dressed wound. He gave you a little nod "Thanks" he said.

By now it was 5 am and your sleep was long gone. "Are you going to sleep?" you asked as Loki stood up "Yes, I am. Are you?" "Uhh ....no, I'm not sleepy anymore" "What will you do, then?" "I dunno" "You can go to the library or watch some movies if you want. The library is upstairs" "Sure, thanks"

You went to the library after he went to bed.

"Issac will show you the room. Eat something"

Sitting in the car he dialled a number "Handle him. I'll be there in a moment. He better not escape, for if he does, I swear I'll kill you"

In less than ten minutes, he reached the spot and barged inside, banging the doors open. He was fuming. "Master- " one of his men started but he stopped him and strode straight towards the captive .

"You thought you would spy on me and I wouldn't know? How mudane" he chuckled darkly. He took out a dagger and placed it on the boy's throat "Now, you have two options: tell me everything I ask or die" he said pressing the dagger closer .

"I-I w-w-will tell you . Please spare my life. Please. I will tell you whatever you ask" the boy meekly said, trembling with fear. "Wise decision, agent"

"You will tell me everything about you master. Every .Fucking .Thing."

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Loki's POV

(time: when you were dressing his wound)

I knew she is trouble. I knew it when I saw her in nothing but my t-shirt. I knew it when I sensed the care and concern in her voice. I knew it.

Her nimble fingers tended to my wound so gently. She looked so determined, so concentrated. When I first saw her I didn't know why I did what I did. I didn't know why I brought her here. I didn't know why I seemed to.......care...for her .....no, this is not normal. She's just a stranger. I should not let these things cloud my judgement. Not again.

"What?"

(Three days in)

In these three days you got to know a little about Loki. He didn't talk much. Only when necessary. He completely avoided any sort of physical contact and remained either outside the house or in his room. He didn't seem overly friendly but he had a good heart. You knew it deep down.

Today, as you both were on the breakfast table he got a call. He saw the contact name and exited the room while you ate your breakfast.

"Mr. Laufeyson, that girl, Y/N......" the man on the phone said .

"What about her, Barnes?"

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