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Stray: Part 8

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Part 8

Loki's heart felt lead-heavy as he finally forced himself to release you from his embrace. Finally, he sadly accepted that he'd missed his opportunity to kiss you. In return, you gave him a bittersweet smile, baffled that he didn't make his move when it seemed inevitable that he would.

Maybe he intends to just abandon me at some point, like everyone else does. Eventually, I'm always going to be alone. But, for now, there's something beautiful to experience, so I won't take it for granted. I'll hold onto the good parts when the worst happens, I'll treasure them. That's all I can do.

You felt like crying as the two of you continued strolling down the main promenade of the carnival; two heads bowed, two sets of hands buried in pockets, two sets of eyes glittering faintly with unshed tears and unspoken words in the carnival lights. The sun had set in a beautiful amber and rose vista while you had rested against his chest. You watched, considering the poignant fleeting nature of all beautiful things as the sun sank below the hills. A velvety indigo night had descended by the time he finally unraveled from the hug. You had never felt colder than you did in that blanket of darkness and the absence of his touch.

After a few steps, you took a chance that you knew might result in a broken heart and a shattering rejection from this man. You decided to be brave anyway. Reaching, you touched his arm lightly, hesitantly. Henry's bright irises met yours, understanding what you sought. He smiled a tight-lipped affectionate smile that creased the corners of his eyes, and you could swear his face shone brighter than every bulb around you. Loki's heart leaped back up from where it had tumbled to the floor as he rushed to entwine his fingers with yours while strolling; quietly, pensively, each of you floundering in your own ruminations until finally, you asked, “Henry?”

“Yes, darling?” he rushed out, anxious to finally exchange words again.

You faced him, and placed a hand on his sharp cheek, “Would...would you like to come over? We could talk a little while.”

“Yes! Yes, of course. I'd love to. If you don't mind....yes,” he blabbered, and you couldn't help but laugh at his enthusiasm.

Loki fizzled with joy because you wanted more time with him, because perhaps he hadn't ruined things, because perhaps he would have a chance to be closer still, because...

Damn. Loki suddenly thought, realizing that if he was there, her beloved little black cat wouldn't be, and he would have to find some way around that. What were you thinking?, he scolded himself. He knew the answer was that, of course, for once, he wasn't thinking. He wasn't scheming. He wasn't anticipating his next lie or ploy. He was in love and it was making him reckless. Loki was desperate to be near you in this form just a little longer. He would wring every minute, steal every second, if he could just have more of his borrowed time with you.

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As you unlocked the door and ushered him inside, you said, “Welcome to my palace. I'm sorry it's not much. I know it's probably not the kind of thing your used to.”

“Hmm. You'd be surprised,” he said, cryptically, then added under his breath, “I like the new curtains.”

You gave him a puzzled look. You'd just changed those curtains yesterday. He continued, realizing his mistake and rushing to deflect, “Well, I've been all over the world...lots of places. And I think it's very sweet and cozy here. I love it.”

You smiled, thawing under his glow. “Oh! I forgot to ask. Are you alright with cats? I hope you're not allergic.”

“Oh...no, no problem at all. Not at all...but just...” he began to mutter in a panic.

“I just have to feed him and then we can have some coffee, yeah? Loki!” you called as you hung up your coat. “Loki?” you repeated with a bit more worry in your voice. He had always greeted you immediately before. You considered that maybe he had just scurried away into hiding because of the presence of an unfamiliar person.

“Sorry, Henry. Just a moment. Please, make yourself at home,” you said as you continued your search around the tiny apartment.

Henry called after you a moment too late as you were already peeking behind every piece of furniture in the tiny flat. He sighed, exasperated and afraid. It would only take you a few moments to look everywhere and realize inevitably that...

“He's not here,” you said quietly, eyebrows peaked in confusion and concern as you returned to Henry.

Loki tried to think quickly. “Hey...hey! Darling. Look at me. It's alright. I'll...I'll help you look.”

“I...I looked everywhere. I...” you trailed off as you noticed the ratty green collar, abandoned on the counter and a nameless foreboding crept up your spine. “No. No, something is wrong. I need to...”

Henry held you firmly by the shoulders and looked into your eyes, saying your name slowly, then, “I know this sounds insane, but that sweet little black cat is fine. I know that he's fine. I promise.”

Your look of dismay turned to one of sinking suspicion. Suddenly you saw the odd, charming man before you in a new light of doubt. How did he know Loki was a black cat?

You went through all of it in your mind, from the beginning. He swept you off your feet at work after apparently “noticing” you (unbeknownst to you) for some time, only communicated through messages and gifts but never called. He knew what to order for your lunch without asking. You were reminded, with a sinking feeling in your stomach, of his sly expression as he knowingly quipped about his “intuition”. He found out where you lived, knew your curtains were new, knew what your cat looked like. Now...now you had invited him into your apartment.

Idiot, you scolded yourself. He's some kind of stalker lunatic. You were too smitten to see it.

You spoke more loudly, “And how the hell do you know that, Henry? ...if that's even your real name,” you said, walking backwards toward the kitchen and drawing a large knife out of the holder.

Loki said your name gently, eyes going wide, and put his hands up in surrender, “What on earth is this? What's going...”

You stared him down, glaring over the glinting line of the knife. “I...I was so bind...an unbelievably dashing and mysterious foreign man noticing me at work, giving me fancy letters and gifts...never even telling me your last name...sweet-talking Janet into giving you my address. Did you take Loki because you're some kind of obsessive weirdo? Have you been in my apartment? What...what are you...some kind of con artist or...or just a pervert? Well, I obviously don't have much to steal, so why are you doing this? Should I check my underwear drawer for a few missing panties, or what? Just....what the fuck is this?”

The volume of your voice climbed as your words grew more frantic and shrill.

Loki sighed and gathered his thoughts, speaking deliberately as he moved closer, “Please, just listen. You can't hurt me with that. You're more likely to hurt yourself, so please, put it down.”

In a panic, you lunged forward with the knife. In a glow of green light you passed right through Henry and tumbled to the floor, as the blade clattered over the tiles. You winced, feeling a bruise begin to form, then your mouth dropped in shock as you watched Henry evaporate in a glowing green slither of light.

You began to scream, but a cold pale hand covered you mouth to silence you. The man beside you was the man in your dream; coal black hair, alabaster skin, and Henry's face in a different color palette. Your mind went utterly blank aside from a single frenetic thought on loop. I'm dreaming. This isn't real.

Loki felt horrible about causing you pain. He could feel your hot stilted breath pummeling his palm. You trembled like a small terrified animal under his hand. He thought of how you must have bruises blossoming somewhere on your precious skin from your fall.

“As much as I hate to see you in distress, I'm afraid I have to do this,” he said, eyes wide and apologetic, brow creased in concern. He raised his hands summoning a green glow that wrapped around your arms and mouth, stilling and silencing you, then compelled you to sit on the couch. Once you were sitting, he knelt before you in his armor, green cape flaring like a curtain over the floor. In another situation you might have laughed at how much it looked like some Arthurian prince about to rescue a maiden in your shabby apartment.

“Please. Please, listen,” he said very softly. “What I'm going to tell you is going to be hard to believe. You saw me, in your dream, but I'm real. I am Loki Odinson, Prince of Asgard, and I am Henry, and I am...well...I'm also Loki, your cat. Now...if I remove the binding from your mouth, do you promise not to scream?”

You forced your mind to at least try to wrap around this. You had just seen the impossible and you had to admit that you'd be no match for this...person?...Magician?...God?. And as usual, you had to find out what all this meant. Your curiosity trumped your fear. Finally, you nodded.

He smiled and released the binding over your mouth. You took in a heaving breath and blinked a few times, still not entirely sure of what you were witnessing. He averted his gaze and said, “I'm so sorry to hurt you, or confuse you...”

“Or lie to me? Or terrify me?”

He sighed. “Yes, especially that.” He was silent for a moment, tongue poking between his lips in thought. You were surprised by that. It was a cute gesture, reminding you of...of your cat.

“Jesus...this...this is all so weird. I can't...”

“I know,” he said, soothing, “But I also know you're very good and you're very clever and you're very brave. I've seen it within your mind. I've seen it in your actions.”

“You can read my mind? Fuck...that's unsettling.”

“It's...not quite like that. Just...we have a special connection. I don't even entirely understand it. I wasn't anticipating it. We can see into each other a bit more than other people can. Listen, if I touch you. I can show you everything. Can I do that? Please.”

You considered carefully. He was asking, genuinely asking. A psycho killer probably wouldn't ask, right? Fuck...whatever, at this point. I can't go this far without knowing.

“Okay,” you said.

With your permission, Loki slid his hands very gently over your hair until he was cradling your head in his elegant hands. Slowly, he placed his forehead against yours and a green glow spun into a nebula around you.

Time became strange. Your consciousness tumbled through his experiences as he poured his knowledge into your mind. You saw his life in Asgard, his family and friends (if you could really call them that). You saw why he related so much to you in some of the saddest ways. Tumbling further, you saw in more detail; the bet with Thor, the hijinks as D.B. Cooper and every moment and thought and image from his perspective since he landed in that dumpster.

It was an odd thing, a completely foreign experience, to see yourself through Loki's eyes as his perceptions changed. At the start, as a liar, a narcissistic schemer and fugitive, he saw you as nothing but a tool, a servant, and a diversion. It was even stranger once you began to see yourself through the lens of his reluctant but unstoppable feelings of affection, then friendship, then through the floral illuminated frame of utter selfless love. He loved you. This ancient god, a strange and powerful and feared being, loved you. The god of mischief saw you as a goddess; one whom he hoped would choose to be by his side for all time. You saw yourself, in many iterations, through the frame of his eyes, and what he saw was absolute worthiness (a feeling you had never really felt for yourself).

Then the green fog cleared and you heard the echo of his beautiful deep voice calling you back to the present. As you slowly opened your eyes, he leaned back and unraveled the bindings from the rest of your body. You both sat quietly for a moment; you on the couch, and Loki still kneeling beside you. After a moment you chuckled and said with a wry smile, “That was brave of you to do. How do you know I won't still come after you with a kitchen knife?”

He chuckled in relief. “I'll take my chances. And I'm not nearly as brave as you've been, darling.”

“So...now I know everything,” you said softly reaching for his hand. He looked surprised by that, uncertain if he deserved to hold your hand, and it made your heart ache.

“You do, and yet...my kind, brave girl...you still reach for my hand?” he said gazing up, those bright aquamarine eyes wide and solicitous.

You squeezed where your palms pressed together. You nodded and smiled as tears made their way down your face, making it hard to talk with the tightness in your throat. You said, shakily, “But you've only seen into some of my mind...my history. What if you don't like the rest? All the pain, and insecurity, and bad days, and mistakes, and disappointments, and failures and...unworthiness...”

Loki inturruped your downward spiral with a finger against your lips. “Shh shh shh. You are worthy, that doesn't mean perfect. No one is.”

“But you can't know how much worse I might really be. I think I'm a pretty good person...I try to be, but what if I'm not...what if I'm not who you need me to be?”

Loki came up to join you on the couch now, sitting closely and wiping the tears from your eyes. He said your name, reverently, like a prayer. “Who you are is someone who has worked very very hard...someone who's survived so many bad times and bad days and abandonment and a childhood of being dragged to church and shamed. You're someone who set out alone across the country to build a life...someone who loves horror movies because you always try to push yourself towards the things that scare you. You're someone who summons the strength, every day, to face the world as it is and to find beauty in it, because you're so brave and so kind. You're someone who loves to drink coffee in the afternoon, but falls asleep on the couch after awhile anyway. Someone who has read hundreds of books.

Your favorite color is purple, and your favorite band is The Velvet Underground. You're always cold, and you've worn that damned gray sweater for 10 years to try to stay warm but it's never enough. You like tomato soup and grilled cheese on rainy days. You hate those high heels and kick them off in the same spot every single day. You're someone unbelievably generous...generous enough to take in a moody selfish little homicidal creature mewling from a rubbish heap. Who else would do that?”

You chuckled through a sob, answering, “A lot of people, Loki. That's just called owning a cat.”

He laughed with you at that, then stroked a hand through your hair, tilting your chin so you could meet his eyes. “And you're very funny” he added to his long list. “Please, believe me when I tell you this. No one like you has ever been, or ever will be again. You are entirely unique. And in all of the cosmos and the myriad realms, I had the good fortune to find you and now....” he said, moving closer still until his sharp cheek grazed your own soft one, “I don't ever want to let you go.”

Loki kissed you, breathy and hesitant at first as his lips skated across your own. Then your sighs mingled and your mouths opened to invite each other in...to invite each other home...finally home. You lost all sense of time as his arm encircled your waist and your hands wove into his soft inky hair. You never wanted to stop. The two of your were lost in the world of your own senses; a universe of breath, and warmth, and the soft feeling and smell of each others skin (a mingling of mint and lavender), the sound of pattering night rain outside the balcony doors.

You both jumped as the rain turned suddenly into a thunderstorm, interrupting your rapturous moment. The brightest lightning and the loudest thunder you had ever experienced, rioted outside as your balcony doors swung open. You yelped as the largest man you had ever seen in your life materialized in your living room. Loki jumped up and gathered you tightly, protectively, against his own body. The enormous viking man bellowed out, “Brother! I knew you would show yourself once again and we would find you. You can't run forever, you conniving little snake!”

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#loki fanfic #lokitty #pre thor 1 loki #loki fluff #lovely fanfic friends #loki x reader #D.B. Cooper Loki

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THROUGH TIME 

Loki x Female Reader.

Summary: The history of Loki and Y/N through the time since they were 8 years old. 

Warnnings: Canon Divergence; Mean Odin; Friends to lovers; really small enemies to lovers; virgin!Loki, virgin!Reader, first kiss, loss of virginity, marriage, planned pregnancy. 

Word count: 9.455

A/N: I really like to write this one. Loki deserves his happy ending. If I forgot any warnning, please let me know. English is not my first language. You can also find this work on AO3.

Y/N and Loki had been best friends for a couple of years now. They met when her mother, a close friend of Frigga, accepted the invitation to move to Asgard and live with them. Loki and Y/N were 5 at the time ant that was 3 years ago. Now they’re 8 years old. 

Y/N had a nightmare that night and woke up scared, so she decided to go to her best friend’s room, like she usually did when she was scared. She knocked on his door, gently. Loki was laying on his bed, sobbing on his pillow, but when he heard a knock on his door, he sat up and tried to stop crying. Y/N didn’t wait for an answer, she knocked and enter his room and went straight to his bed with him. Loki looks over at her and wipes the last of his tears with the back of his hand “W-what do you want?” 

“What happened?” She asked worried seeing him cry, her nightmare long forgotten. 

“Dad hurt me...” Loki said quietly. 

Her face showed pure shock “...what?” 

Loki nods, looking down “He...he hit me.” 

Y/N hugged the little boy tightly “I’m so sorry, Loki.” He hugged her back, sobbing into her shoulders. “Do you want me to stay with you? Or maybe come to my room?” 

He looks at her, his face wet with the tears “I want to come to your room.” 

She held his hand as they got off his bed and walked to her room, Loki following her and still shaken. They went to her bed as soon as they entered Y/N’s room and Loki curls up next to her. “I’ll protect you.” She says to her friend. 

Loki smiles and closes his eyes, slowly beginning to fall asleep feeling safe with her. Y/N seeing he was peacefully, finally closed her eyes and slept too, with no more nightmares in the night. After that night, they made a habit to sleep together sometimes, but no one really mind since they were only kids. 

4 years later

Loki and Y/N were now 12 and they still sleeping close by with Y/N. They are laying on her bed, when she broke the silence. “How was your day?” Loki mumbles something about Odin being mean to him, again. “You should come train with me and Thor. Maybe that could help you relax." She smiles at him. 

Loki just nods at her. He didn’t like that much of the idea to train with Thor. Everyone thinks so highly of his brother. They talked for a few more minutes before they decided to sleep. Loki tried once to train with her and his brother, but he didn't like. So, he starts to spend more of his time in the library reading. 

3 years later

 They're 15 years old now. Loki had gotten taller than Y/N, which was normal, his voice had changed, and he looked more like a man than a boy. Y/N's body was also changing and they're both filled with hormones. Loki got better with his magic and Y/N got better with the fight skills. They still sleep sometimes together, it was a habit by now. But the hormones were starting to act on them. 

Loki was reading a book but couldn’t stop thinking of Y/N. He had thought of her a lot recently and had even caught himself fantasizing of her a lot. He tried to keep his mind on the book, but it was hard when he had been thinking about her so much. Then a knock came on the door and interrupted his thoughts. 

“Loki?” She called him. 

He put down his book and got up then walked over to the door and opened it, looking at her “Yeah?” 

“Can I come in?” She looked a little sad. 

“Uh, yeah.” he steps aside and opens the door wide enough for her to enter. Y/N follow straight to let her body fall on his bed with a groan. Loki walked and sat next to her with concern on his face “Are you okay?” 

“No.” 

“Why? What’s wrong?” Loki looked at her with genuine curiosity and concern. 

"Sif and your brother keep making fun of me because I never kissed anyone." She rolls her eyes. 

Loki thought about it for a minute before a smirk grew on his face “You haven’t kissed anyone at all?” 

"Oh, come on, not you too." Y/N says frustrated and looks away. 

He chuckles and playfully nudged her shoulder “I’m not making fun of you, I’m just surprised.” 

Y/N sighs, sitting and looking at him “Have you?” 

Loki turned slightly red “Well… no I haven’t kissed anyone…” Y/N smiles sympathetic at him. Loki was still a little red “B-but have you really never kissed anyone?” He still couldn’t believe it. In his mind Y/N had kissed loads of boys because she was so pretty. She just shakes her head at his question. 

He thinks for a second and then speaks “So let me get this right, you have never been kissed and I’ve never been kissed, right?” 

“Yeah...” She nods. 

Loki thinks for another second then looks back over at her “I have an idea…” 

“What is it?” Y/N asks curious at him. 

He takes a deep breath and then leans in towards Y/N “Just close your eyes…” She looks at him for a few seconds and then do as he asks. Loki takes a deep breath and then leans in further, so his lips meet hers. It isn’t a very long kiss and is quite short. When it is over Loki looks at her with a blush on his cheeks “So what do you think…” 

She he opens her eyes and smiles, with a blushing on her cheeks too "That was...uh, nice." 

Loki is still blushing hard and can’t pull his gaze from her “You really think so…?” 

Y/N nods "Can we...do it again?" 

He can’t contain the blush on his face and his body is practically radiate heat. His eyes are still glued to her face “Yeah definitely…” he leans back in for another kiss. She leans in too, kissing him. Loki’s mind was racing with thoughts. He never thought this would happen, especially when the person he’s kissing is Y/N. It was incredible, better than anything he had imagined in his fantasies. He holds her waist, pulling her closer to him as he kissed her. 

Loki moans softly into the kiss as the heat escalate, his body reacting to the heat between them. His hands move up her back, tangling in her hair as he deepens the kiss. He can feel himself growing hard against his pants and he breaks the kiss, gasping for air “We should stop.” 

Y/N could feel herself getting wet with just kissing Loki, but she agreed “Yeah, we should.” 

He nods, running his hand through his hair. He can feel the adrenaline coursing through his veins. This was unlike anything he had ever experienced before. He knows they need to stop before things go too far “Do you want to sleep here tonight...?” 

“Sure.” She smiles while she tries to recover from that hot kiss. 

Loki smiles back, laying down in the bed and patting the space next to him for her to lay down next to him. She does it and he pulls her close to him and hugs her tightly as he closes his eyes. 

“Loki?” She called him in a whisper. 

He opens his eyes and then looks at her “Yeah?” 

"We're not gonna tell about this to anyone, right?" 

Loki nods “Yeah definitely. I mean, there’s no reason for anyone to know about it. And I doubt you’d want just anyone to know about this.” 

"Yeah. Just two friends helping each other." She says smiling. Loki nods again and looks back down, closing his eyes. Y/N does the same and they soon fell asleep. 

3 years later

Loki and Y/N were now 18. Loki’s body had changed a lot since he was younger. He was more muscular than he was back then, and his face had matured to the point where he didn’t look like a little boy, but a man. Y/N also changed in those years. She looked like a grown woman now and it she was becoming one of the best fighters on the realm. 

Loki was laying in his bed and staring at the ceiling, thinking about things that were not that important. He heard a knock at his door, and he sighed, getting up to answer it. He looked at Y/N standing there for a few seconds, her beauty striking him a little bit.  “Hey, you’re just back from training?” 

"Yeah. I beat Sif's ass all the time today." She laughs getting in his room, dropping her sword closer to his door. 

He grins “Damn, that’s pretty impressive. I’m surprised she didn’t tell you off or complain about you being better than her.” 

"How said she didn't?" Y/N laughs. 

“And I assume you gave her a good comeback, like saying how you’re better than her?” Loki laughed too. 

“Something like that.” She says still laughing. “Can I use your shower? Mine’s not working.” 

Loki tilts his head in curiosity but then nods “Sure, go ahead. There’s soap right next to the shower and a towel is on the floor next to it too.” 

"Thanks." She smiles and enters his bathroom. After a few minutes, Loki heard the shower being turned off. But then Y/N appears on the door with only a towel "Can I borrow one of your shirts? I forgot to bring my clothes." 

Loki looks at her, his eyes trailing down her body. He could see the outline of her breasts through the towel and feel a familiar stirring in his pants. He nods, standing up and grabbing a shirt from his dresser “Here you go.” 

"Thanks." She smiles "Maybe one of your boxers too?"  

Loki blinks caught off guard by her request. His heart races and his breathing hitches. He hesitates for a moment but then nods slowly, grabbing a pair of boxers from his drawer. He hands them to her with clumsy fingers. “Here.” 

"Thanks." She smiles and goes to the bathroom to get changed. She exits the clean clothes she’s borrow. Loki stares at her as she walks back into the room. He can't help but notice how sexy she looks in just his shirt and boxers. His mind races with thoughts of all the things he could do to her, all the ways he could touch her. Y/N lays by his side on the bed. 

Loki glances at her with a smirk “You look cute in my shirt.” 

She chuckles "Thanks." 

He can feel her body pressing against him, and he can't help but respond. His hand finds its way to her thigh, slowly moving upward. “What are you thinking about?” 

His touch sent shivers down her body "Sif and I were talking today about...some things." 

Loki nods and then leans closer to her “What sort of things…?” 

“Personal things...” 

He thinks for a moment and then speaks softly “can you tell me…?” 

Y/N chuckles and nods "She was telling me about her first time." 

Loki’s interest is piqued, and he raises his eyebrow “and…?” 

"I don’t know, I was just...wondering about things.” Y/N looks at him, a small blush on her face “Have you...did you already...Have you ever had sex?"” 

Loki turns red and he blushes “uhm well no….” 

“Really? But you’re a prince.” She smiles. 

He shrugs and blushes even harder “well, have you…?” 

“...no.” She blushes. 

Loki turns to her and looks her in the eye “So you haven’t…ever?” 

"No. Why?" She looks at him. 

“I just thought…well, you must have had boyfriends, right...?” Loki asked. 

Y/N chuckles "I spent my free time with you, so no. I don't." 

Loki blushes more and moves a bit closer to her “So…we’re both virgins…?’ 

“Yeah.” Y/N let out a nervous chuckle. 

Loki smiles at her and his body heats up. He leans in closer to her, almost whispering “So…want to change that...?” 

“...what?” She whispers back to him. 

His breath hitches and he speak softly “Do…you wanna….y’know do it together?” Y/N thinks for a few seconds before she nods at him. He was her first kiss and she trusted him to be her first time too. Loki smiles gently, biting his lip ever so slightly “You sure this is what you want?” 

“I am. Are you?”  

Loki nods, his heart pounding in his chest “Yes, I am.” he leans in slowly, pressing his lips against hers. She kisses him back, remembering a when they kissed for the first time years ago. 

Feeling her lips against his, Loki groans softly into the kiss. He wraps his arms around her waist, pulling her closer as their tongues slowly explore each other’s mouths. Their kiss deepens as their desire grows stronger. 

Loki’s hands wander over her body, exploring the curves that have developed over the years. Y/N’s hand also explored his body and his muscular chest through the clothes he was wearing. That made Loki let out a groan when her hands travelled his body. He breaks the kiss to press his lips against her neck, trailing soft kisses down her collarbone, making Y/N moan and her hands going down to palm him through the pants. Loki gasped at the feeling. He’s never been touched like this before by someone else and it’s driving him wild.  

He slides his hand on her body to take off the shirt she was wearing, exposing her breasts to him. Loki’s mouth goes down, capturing one of her nipples in his mouth, rolling it between his teeth softly. Y/N’s hands worked quickly to take off his shirt too, while his hands worked to slide down her body the boxer she was wearing.  

Y/N’s hand found his cock when she opens his pants, making Loki gasp and his hips buck into her touch. He groans loudly as he feels her fingers wrapped around his throbbing length “Oh gods, Y/N... this feel so good...” She kept stroking him while he struggles to maintain control when her hands worked on him. 

She suddenly stops, smiling at him “Can you take these off? I want to try something.” 

Loki grins and quickly pull the remaining clothes off, his erection visible now making her eyes widen, thinking if he would really fit her. “What do you have in mind?” 

“Lay down.” She says. 

With a nod, Loki obey her. She starts stocking him slowly again, making him moan loudly and squirm beneath her as she kept her slow pace. “Oh, fuck...” 

“Can you guide me?” She asks with a smirk on her lips. 

Loki just nods his head when she decided to put him on her mouth. His hips jerk up off the bed ad he feels Y/N’s warm mouth on his cock, making him let out a long and low moan. Loki’s hand run though her hair, guiding her as she takes more of him. Loki’s eyes roll back into his head, unable to believe how good this feels.  

Y/N looks at him confused when he suddenly pulls her off “Did I do something wrong?” 

He shakes his head quickly and pulls her to kiss her deeply, his tongue exploring her mouth and tasting himself “No, you were perfect. I just want to finish with you.” 

“Oh, okay.” She smiles. 

Loki lay her down underneath him, smiling at her as his hands moved to her folds. Y/N let out a moan just with the feelings of his hands coming close. She was never touched like that by anyone. Loki slide one finger inside her, slowly stroking her wetness and rubbing her clit with his thumb. That made her let out a louder moan. 

Feeling her inner walls clench around his finger, Loki chuckles softly. He kisses her neck and moves to her ear, nibbling gently “So wet for me...” 

“Loki...” She moans his name. 

Loki groans in response, pushing a second finger inside her slowly. He starts thrusting them in and out gently, stretching her as he leans down to capture one of her nipples in his mouth again. Feeling her body respond to his touch, Loki puck up the pace slightly, increasing both the depth and the speed of his thrust. 

“Loki, I think I’m close.” 

He quickens his pace even more “Come for me.” Seconds later she was hit by her climax, and his fingers keep stroking her, feeling her muscles relax and loosen after her orgasm. “I don’t want this to hurt you, Y/N/N. Are you ready?” 

Y/N just nods at him. Slowly, Loki lines himself up with her entrance, taking a deep breath before he starts pushing forward slowly, feeling the tightness of her entrance as he slips inside. Her face showed pain when he enters her and a few tears scape her eyes. Loki freezes seeing her tears and stops, kissing her tears away. He then keeps sliding inside her, slower than the first time and stops, kissing gently her forehead. 

“You can move.” She says after a few more seconds. 

Once he’s sure that she wasn’t in pain anymore, Loki begins to move, his thrusts slow and gentle as his hands find their way to hers where they lace their fingers together. Y/N let out a small moan, her pain turning into pleasure.  

Loki speed up his thrusts slightly as he hears her moans, watching her face for any sigh that he was going too fast or too hard. When she smiles softly at him, he returns her smile, a warm feeling spreading through his chest. After years of waiting, he finally lost his virginity with her, his best friend. 

“Loki, I’m...” 

“I know.” Was all he said before kissing her. Loki was close too. Her walls clenched around his cock as she moans his name again. Feeling her climax, Loki couldn’t help but release his seed deep inside her. He groans into the kiss, feeling a wave of pleasure wash over him. Panting heavily, Loki slowly pulls out of her, and he collapsed onto the bed besides her. A small smile crept onto his lips as he thought of what just happened between them “That…felt incredible…” 

Y/N nods, still trying to catch her breath “You’re sure you never done that before?” 

Loki chuckles as he wraps an arm around her and pulling her to him “I’m sure, that was honestly all new to me.” 

“Well, you were really good.” she chuckles, laying her head on his chest. 

He blushes as he rubs his hand up and down her back, a small smile on his face “Thank you…you know…I gotta say that was one of the best things I've ever done in my life…” 

“We should do it more times.” Y/N suggested. 

Loki nods “I agree, I wouldn’t mind doing this over and over again with you…” 

She smiles at him “Yeah. We’re friends, we can be a bit more intimate...” 

He smiles and rubs her back a bit “I guess that’s how we can describe it and that’s how it should stay, right? Just friends…” 

“Yeah.” She agrees. 

----- 

Y/N and Loki manage to keep that way for about 8 months. But being intimate brough them closer than they already were, making people inside the palace starts gossiping about them, how they were cute together, that they were probably together but just hiding for the public, that they’re in love. Even Thor and his friends engage with that gossip. 

Loki would notice the whispers. Some people in the castle would start joking around with him about him being ‘in love’ with her. He would jokingly brush it off with a laugh and would deny it. But he was starting to actually have feelings for her. But he could not act on them due to the fact that he remembered what she said to him about them just being friends. So, he remained silent about the situation, still only acting as just friends with her. 

Y/N knocked on Loki’s door earlier than normal. Loki was just sitting on his bed reading a book and he was quite shocked at her early arrival. He quickly put his book aside and went to the door “Hey, what’re you doing here?” 

Loki could see she was angry “Your dear brother just kicked me out of our training today.” 

He was take by surprise by her answer and he got slightly confused “W-what...? Thor kicked you out…?” 

“Yes!” she sits on his bed letting out a frustrated sigh. 

Loki was shocked and he wasn't expecting her to be this angry. He sits down next to her and thinks about this for a moment before finally asking “Why did he kick you out?” 

“Just because I was mad that they kept saying those gossips about us.” 

“Well…you shouldn’t be paying mind and listening to what people are saying, okay?” Loki says to her, trying to easy her anger. 

Y/N sighs “I know, but it’s all the damn time...” 

Loki nods, taking her hand gently “Don’t let them get to you…alright...?” 

She looks for a moment to their hands together, a small smile appearing on her face “I’ll try.” 

Loki smiled back at her and then speaks softly “Listen…about those people that gossip about us….do you think they’re right?” 

Y/N chuckles, looking at him “We both know that we’re not together.” 

He just nods, looking down before he says quietly “Right, we’re not… just friends right…?” 

Y/N noticed the way he was acting. In fact, she noticed the last time they were together too, but she said to herself she was imagining things. “You’re not happy with this, are you?” 

Loki sighs, avoiding eye contact with her “No…honestly…no I’m not happy with this…” 

She nods at him, feeling tense and fearing his next answer “Do you want to stop?” 

He looks back up at her “No…I meant…I’m unhappy with the fact that we’re just friends.” 

Y/N let out the breath she was holding, relaxing with his answer and smiling “Oh, thank the gods!” 

Loki was surprised by her reaction. He had expected her to pull away as soon as he had said his last few words “But…you…you’re not upset…?” 

“No.” She chuckles “I was thinking about that the last two times we had sex…” 

His body tenses up and he blinks in surprise, his heart pounding as he realizes what she’s said “H-hold on a sec…w-we’re you actually wanting to take this further…?" 

“Yeah, I just didn’t know how to bring this up…” 

Loki was speechless as he realized how stupid he was for not acting on those feelings earlier “But does that mean you would want to start a…. relationship with me…?" 

“If you want to.” Y/N smiles widen. 

He smiles and grabs her hand “You have no idea how happy you’ve made me right now. I’ve wanted this for so long…” She smiles at him. Loki’s heartbeat quickens as he feels her hand brush against his. He was finally with the woman he had always wanted to be with for so long. 

Years later

 Y/N and Loki were still dating. They were the favorite royal couple.  

Thor instead in them going with him to fight the frost giants. Loki had become a master of magic in thoses years and Y/N was one of the best warriors of Asgard. When Thor asked them to go with him to fight the frost giants, Loki agreed without any hesitation or question. 

As they were preparing to leave Loki walked up to Y/N. He looked at her and smirked a soft smile “Hey.’ 

“Hi.” She smiles at him. He could notice she was tense. 

"Are you ready for this?” He asked walking closer to her. 

“Yeah.” 

Loki grabs her hands and gives it a tight squeeze “Don't worry, I won't let anything hurt you.” He smiles at her and pats her forearm reassuringly. 

That made her chuckle, she probably was a better fighter than he was "I'm not worried about that." 

He looks at her curiously, raising his eyebrow “Then what are you worried about?” 

"Odin said for Thor to let it pass, and yet Thor insisted. I just have a bad feeling about this..." She says at her boyfriend. 

Loki thinks about what she's said, he also was feeling a bit uneasy as well, but he wasn't going to admit that yet “Hmm... well, I think we'll be fine. I mean we're fighting frost giants, not the entire realm.” he then smirked and spoke sarcastically “Besides, are you scared?” 

Y/N rolled her eyes at him “Me? Never!” 

Y/N and Loki joined everyone else. In the middle of the fight, she saw one of them grabbing Loki's arm. When she run to him, he looks like he just saw a ghost. She grabbed his arm expecting to see a wound, but it had...nothing. He was fine. 

Loki’s eyes were widened, and he looked at her in shock as he slowly pulls his arm away from her. He was scared and his mind was going a mile a second as he was trying to figure out what exactly had happened. 

“You’re...not hurt.” She says looking at his arm confused. 

He blinks and looks at her, his gaze was now a bit more confused, and she could see that he was still shaken up. “I…no…I’m not….” 

They didn't have much time after that to talk. Everything happened so fast, Odin came and took them all back, banished Thor to Midgard. Y/N quickly took Loki back to her room, before Odin decided to do something with him too. 

Loki was obviously shaken up by everything that had happened. He was quiet and kept to himself whilst Y/N took him to her room and his mind was just running a mile a minute. Once they were inside her room, he spoke for the first time since everything had happened "I need to go...to see something." 

Y/N nods “Okay, I’ll go with you.” 

"No... I'll go alone. It's something I have to do on my own...I’ll be right back." Loki doesn't explain any further as he walks out of her room, leaving a confused Y/N. 

It had been already an hour after that. Loki sat silently in his room, staring at a blank wall as he tried to take all of it in. This had to be a mistake...this couldn't be right...how the hell was he a frost giant? There were so many damn questions racing through his mind right now. 

There was a knock on his door. He looked up and he opened the door, he was still processing everything, and he had almost forgotten about Y/N. “Yeah?” 

"I've been looking for you like crazy." She says entering his room. 

Loki raised an eyebrow “Looking for me? I think you’re being a little dramatic” he says casually, although his voice cracked slightly from the stress of everything that was going through his mind. 

"Me? Dramatic? You're the one who left me alone and was being mysterious and all." Y/N says. 

He was angry and confused at everything that happened with him “What the hell is your goddamn problem? It isn’t like I left you for days or something, why are you so worried?” 

“Because I care about you.” 

Loki scoffs and glares down at her, he was feeling more and more pissed off “Did you not understand me the first damn time? I just needed some time to myself, is that so goddamn hard for you to understand?” 

"Your brother have just been banished and you left gods knows where. Are you really complaining about me being worried about you?" She was not believing the way he was acting. 

He rolls his eyes and sighs, closing it for a few seconds before opening them again. “Do you think that right now I want your goddamn sympathy? No! I want to be left alone! Alone with my thoughts. Don’t you get it?” 

Y/N took a step back “Is that what you really want? To be alone?” 

“Yes! That’s what I want! Can you not take the damn hint?!” Loki yells at her, taking a step forward and clenching his fists as he did. 

“Do I annoy you that much?” She asks almost in a whisper. 

Loki glares at her “Yes! You do! You annoy the hell out of me!” He yells, he had never said something like that to her before and it really caught her off guard. 

Y/N keeps looking at him "Okay...I won't 'annoy' you anymore...or ever again" She took out the bracelet Loki had gifted her when they started dating and put on his desk, before she turns and left him alone "I'm ending this." 

That hit Loki like cold water. He was shocked when Y/N placed the bracelet that he had gifted her on the desk. But when she said that she was ‘ending this’ and then started to walk out, he quickly ran after her “Wait! Wait!” he yelled, trying desperately to get her attention. But she didn’t stop, she kept walking away, with tears on her face now. 

Loki runs up to her and grabs her wrist gently and stops her from going “Wait! Please wait! Just hear me out! I’m sorry, I’m so sorry! I…” Y/N just shakes her head, crying. Loki feels guilty, he didn’t really mean what he said. He was just overwhelmed and stressed out from everything. he was still trying to control his emotions “I didn’t mean it…I swear…” Loki sighs heavily as he wipes away her tears “I’m just confused right now. I’m sorry about what I said. Please don’t end this over what I said, I was just emotional. I didn’t mean any of it. Please don’t end this…” 

“Why did you say it?” She asks him in a whisper, tears still running down her face. 

Loki sighs once again and doesn’t speak for a few seconds “I don’t know why I did…I was stressed out and confused. I had no idea what to do, and my emotions just exploded. So…I’m sorry…I really am…”  

Y/N tries to wipe the tears, but more came "I need you to be honest with me." 

Loki nods, still glancing away from her to the side. He then spoke quietly, as to avoid choking up or his voice faltering, he was still trying desperately not to cry “I will…” 

“Do you love me?” 

He sighs and looks back up at her “Yes…I love you so much. And I’m an idiot for just saying all those things to you without properly assessing my own emotions…” 

"What happened?" She asks softly. 

Loki pauses for a few seconds before speaking. “Well…to make a long story short, i found out about my true heritage...I’m not an Asgardian…” He could see the confusion on her face “I’m a…frost giant.”  

Y/N’s eyes widen in shock for a second before she looks down at her feet. A few seconds passed, in a silence that was making Loki more anxious than ever. “I don’t care.” She finally says. 

He was a bit surprised that Y/N didn’t take the news horribly. He was waiting for her to call him a monster, say she never want to see him again...but she was actually alright with him being a frost giant. “You’re just…fine with this? Most people would be terrified of me now.” 

"Well, I'm not most people, Loki. I'm the person who stays with the little boy who cried when his father was mean. I'm the person who was always by your side. I’m the person who loves you.” 

Loki was stunned, hearing her say that made his heart melt and some tears fall off his eyes. He never knew he was going to find someone like her. “Thank you...thank you for being here for me..." Loki couldn't help himself, he pulled her close and kissed her. Y/N smiles into the kiss, not expecting it at all. She wraps her arms around him, embracing the kiss. She felt comfortable in his arms once again and she felt happy.  

"Don't you ever say anything like that to me again. Or I swear I will break things up for good."  

Loki couldn’t help but smile when she said that. She wasn’t leaving him after all, and she still loved him. So, he nodded and spoke softly “I won’t. I promise…” Y/N had tried her best to keep Loki sane after all of these events, but he was too angry. After the events that succeed, Y/N had cried a lot when Thor told her he had die in the Bifrost.  

But then, imagine her surprise when Thor came telling her that Loki was on Midgard, trying to dominate the planet with an army. Y/N was in shock when she heard that. She wasn’t quite sure how to feel. On one hand, she was happy to hear that he was still alive but on the other, she wasn’t excited about him being on Midgard. The thought of him trying to take over the planet worried her. 

Thor took her there with him, thinking that maybe she could get him to stop if the moment came. She hadn't seen him until the final fight in the Stark tower, when she walked to him with her armor and her sword in hand, like Thor had requested her. Loki had his back to her "Loki?" 

Loki heard his name being called but he continued to gaze out at the destruction behind him that he had left in his path. He didn’t turn to face her, and his voice had a hint of a cold indifference in it “…what do you want?” 

She looks at the image in front of him "That's not you." 

He continued to stare out into the destruction and chaos he had left. He knew she was right. He wasn’t himself, he was a completely different version now. One that was angry, manipulative, cunning and cold “I’m fine. I don’t see what the big deal is…” 

Y/N walked closer to him, putting her sword on the ground and using that hand to hold his shoulder “Loki...” His cold gaze finally turned to face her, though his expression remained the same, unchanging and uncaring. When she put her hand on his shoulder, he immediately flinched a little bit because of the sudden touch. “That’s not you.” She said again. 

Loki didn’t say anything for a few seconds. He was silent, his face gave away little to no emotion “I’m no longer the person I was before…I’ve changed…and I’ve learned much…and I’ve become so much more…” 

She reached for his face slowly, and Loki was caught a bit off guard when she put her hand on his face, but he didn’t flinch or move his face away from her. He noticed that she was still wearing the bracelet he gifted her as well.  

"Give up this madness dream. Come home with me." She says softly, her hand caressing his face. 

Loki was silent for a few seconds as he stared at her. Then he finally spoke, his voice now had a slight hint of anger in it “I *will* have my revenge. Nothing...no one will stop me…” 

"Please, Loki. I know the man I love is still in there." She says with tears on her eyes. She didn’t know if she would be able to fight him if it was necessary. 

His anger immediately disappeared when she started to cry. Seeing her tears only reminded him of all of the times she had stood by him, through thick and thin. She was always there for him, he couldn’t just abandon her again. So, he pulled her close and hugged her tightly, still not saying anything and just simply holding her close. 

Y/N return his hug "I know something must happen to you...but please, stop it." 

Loki continues to hug her and just holds her close for a few seconds. He didn’t want her to know his traumatic past, at least not yet. So instead, he spoke softly “You’re right…something did happen…I can’t tell you…” 

"It's okay. Just stop this attack and come home...I'll protect you."  

Loki was now on the verge of crying when she said that. But she had told him she would protect him, and he was so desperate for that right now. He didn’t want to be alone anymore. So, he spoke softly “Please…I need you.” 

He stopped the attack and end up fighting alongside the Avengers. Thor, Loki and Y/N went back home. Y/N and Thor talked with Odin and convinced him that Loki help them in the end, so he wouldn’t send him to a cell. 

Loki was now back at Asgard, where everything slowly became normal once again. However, he was still slightly traumatized by what had happened and was still suffering from the PTSD that he had acquired after the torture. The two of them were still together and he felt relieved that he didn’t lose her. Loki struggled a lot with his nightmares, which were getting worse every night. Whenever they hit, he would wake up in a cold sweat, his heart beating out his chest and he would usually be crying. Y/N would be next to him every time, holding him gently and speaking softly, trying to comfort him when he woke up. He felt very weak and helpless during these moments, and he was glad he had her with him. 

That night Loki also woke up with his nightmares, running to the bathroom to throw up. Loki was already on his knees, hugging the toilet and throwing up, his tears streaming down his face. Any second now he would begin hyperventilating, as was typical for how these nightmares would usually go for him. Y/N woke up and walked to the bathroom, holding his hair back. He immediately calmed down a bit and took a deep breath. Hearing her voice and feeling her touch made things more bearable. 

Loki was still shaking a bit when he finally finished throwing up, so Y/N hugged him tightly as they sit on the bathroom’s floor. His body was shaking almost uncontrollably, and he was trying not to hyperventilate. His breath was shaky, and his chest was rising and falling rapidly as he tried to control himself. But when she hugged him, he stopped for a few seconds and then he hugged her back, burying his head into her shoulder and holding her tight. 

"You know you'll have to talk about this some time, Loki..." She says softly. 

Loki sniffled and held her a bit tighter for a few seconds before he finally spoke softly. His voice sounded choked up and shaky and he was still trying to stop himself from crying. “I know...I just...not yet.” 

“I hate to see you like that.” Y/N says while she brushes his hair away from his face. 

He nodded his head, still holding her tightly “I know…I know that I need to talk about it…it’s just…I don’t know if I can….I just…” it was clear that he didn’t know how to speak about it. He simply couldn’t bear to relive what had happened to him. 

"Do you want me to...see it?"  

Loki flinches, the prospect of her seeing his memories was terrifying for him. He didn’t want anyone to see what he had gone through, least of all someone who he loved so deeply. So, he shook his head. 

"Loki, you need to let it out. He can't hurt you anymore." 

He takes a few seconds before speaking again. He was still on the verge of tears, and he was shaking quite a bit. He understood the importance of talking about it, but he could barely even bring himself to speak about it “I know…I know that it will help…but I’m just…I’m just scared…so scared…” 

"I'm here with you." She says "I'll always be here with you." 

Loki sniffled and he hugged her back tightly. Hearing her say that she would always be there for him gave him a bit of strength, and he tightened his grip on her as if to show his appreciation and gratitude. He slowly let out a breath and his tears began to subside. “I know…I know you will be…” 

She starts brushing his hair, close to his forehead "Can I?" 

Loki was a bit hesitant at first, he wasn’t sure about her entering his mind and reliving the trauma with him. He hated the idea of possibly putting her through that…but he felt so weak and so helpless, and she offered. So, he eventually nodded.  

So she did it. She could see the memories when he let her enter. She was gently around his mind when she starts seeing the fight with Thor at the Bifrost, when he let it go. She saw all the torture he endured from the mad titan and everything that happened with him. She could feel his pain and she could understand why he was so reluctant to talk about it. It was a horrible realization but now she knew the extent of the abuse he endured while under the mercy of Thanos. 

When she came back, she was crying. Loki noticed that she was crying, and he looked up at her with a concerned expression. “A-are you okay...?” 

Y/N shook her head. "No, Loki. I'm sorry you have been through all of that." She hugs him so tightly. 

Loki was still silent for a few seconds as he simply hugged her tightly and buried his head in her shoulder again. He didn’t know quite what to say, he just wanted to forget about what had happened. Especially now when having to think back on it all. When she hugged him back, he started to squeeze her even tighter, as if seeking comfort and trying to remind himself that the pain was now gone. He didn’t want to relive it ever again. 

"You'll never go through that ever again. I'll protect you, I swear." 

Loki wanted to believe her so much. Having her to protect him was a great comfort for him and a great relief. He was so vulnerable right now, scared to ever face anything like that again. Hearing that he would never go through that again was extremely reassuring to him. He kept hugging her and didn’t want to let go. “You promise?” 

“I promise.”  

Loki was getting better after a couple of months. He still had some nightmares, but not as often as before. Thanks to Y/N being by his side, he had started to sleep a little more soundly than before. His nightmares had gone from multiple times a week to only once a week, which was an achievement in his eyes. He didn’t feel as scared to sleep anymore and he was thankful for that. Especially because he knew his girlfriend was right by his side, ready to help him out whenever he needed it. 

After six months, Loki was finally getting better. His nightmares were now happening rarely instead of occasionally. He still had them from time to time, but they were now much more manageable. He still had a lot of healing to do, but this was definitely progress. 

With each day that passed and each night that went by, Loki just continued to think about how much he loved his girlfriend. She was always by his side, and she always managed to comfort him whenever he needed it. She supported him through everything, and she understood him like no one else did. It was only natural that he started to think about marriage. He didn’t necessarily know if she thought the same, but the thought hadn’t left him for a while now. 

"What you're thinking about?" Y/N asks as she notices he was not paying attention to the book on his hands. 

Loki was still lost in thought, thinking about the prospect of marriage. He hadn’t realized that he had stopped paying attention to the book he had in his hands, as he had simply been staring blankly at it. But then she asked him a question and snapped him out of his thoughts. “Nothing…just…nothing…” 

Y/N chuckles “It doesn’t look like nothing.” 

He also chuckled a bit and then said “Okay, maybe it was something….” 

"Are you gonna tell me?" She sits closer to him. 

Loki was silent for a few seconds and then he finally spoke softly “I was just…thinking about something…about us…?” 

"Should I worry about this?" Y/N says with a playful smile. 

“Not necessarily…I was just thinking about…what if we took our relationship to the next level…you know…” 

“Like how?”  

“…like…getting married?” Loki spoke carefully and anxiously as he said this, he was wondering what her reaction would be. 

Y/N smiles softly at him* "Are you serious?" 

Loki nodded and spoke softly “Yes….I’ve been thinking about it for a while now….and I wanted to know what you think….” 

“I wouldn’t be opposite of the idea.” Loki’s heart started to beat rapidly as she said that. “Can you imagine us, married and with a mini you running around?" Loki blushed and smiled, imagining the scenario was a bit adorable.  

He could just imagine the two of them with their child, living happily ever after. Loki liked that idea…very much. It felt so innocent and so pure, something that he had wanted for so long. And there was no way he would ever let go of it, not ever. “That would be so perfect…our own little family…” 

Y/N smiled at the thought “Yeah...” 

Loki smiled back at her, and he wanted to say something else. But he still felt a bit anxious, he still felt like it wasn’t set in stone just yet “So…you’re really saying yes…? Like…definitely, yes…?” 

"I don't know...make the proposal." She chuckles. Loki smirked at her response and then thought to himself. He was definitely going to propose to her soon, that was for sure.  So he started to hatch out a plan for the perfect proposal he would want. Once he had that all figured out, the only thing that would be left was to execute it. 

Days had passed and Loki had been waiting for the right moment. And after a week of waiting, he got that perfect moment. He found her alone in her room and he knew that now was his chance to do it. 

“Hey.” Y/N smiled as he entered her room. 

“Hey…” Loki smiles back at her. He feels the rush of adrenaline as he finally has his chance. This is the moment he’s been waiting for. So, he speaks confidently as he approaches her “I want to ask you something….” 

“Sure.” 

Loki takes a deep breath and steadies his voice, trying to sound as confident and sure as he could when speaking. “You know how a few weeks ago I brought up marriage…?” She nods at him. Loki nods too and gets on one knee, making Y/N smiles. There was a hint of nervousness in his voice, but he managed to keep it steady, and he spoke confidently. “I want to make you mine…completely…and I would like for you to do the same…will you marry me..?” 

“Yes, Loki. Yes!” She hugs him. 

He breathed a sigh of relief as she said yes. He was so excited and happy right now, he was over the moon. He smiled back at her and then he spoke softly. “Then…will you please take this, as a sign of my love?” Loki holds up the ring, waiting for her to accept it. 

Y/N gave him her hand so he could put the ring on her. “It’s beautiful.” 

Loki was absolutely overjoyed. It was one of the most perfect moments of his entire life. All his work in planning the proposal payed off. And seeing her accept the ring, his mother's ring, was the cherry on top. Loki was just so relieved and so happy, he was beaming with joy. "It used to be my mother's...I wanted you to have it..." 

“Thank you.” She smiles before she kisses him. 

He smiled back at her when he breaks the kiss, the entire moment was like a dream come true. He was so overjoyed that he almost couldn't keep his cool. This was the perfect moment. So he took her hand again and squeezed it softly. "I love you..." 

“I love you too.” 

A few months after, the royal wedding happened in Asgard. It was a beautiful wedding. A true fairy tale wedding. Loki and Y/N had finally married. The prince of Asgard had found true love and married his princess. Loki was happier than ever, with the woman he loved the most besides him. This was his happy ending, this was his happily ever after. 

Five months after the wedding, Y/N started not feeling well. She usually woke up throwing up. 

Loki was still asleep beside her when he suddenly woke up to the sound of her vomiting. He immediately jumped out of bed and went over to her. “A-Y/N…? 

“Hm?” She had her eyes closed as another wave of nausea hit her. 

Loki was now in distress and panic. He was getting worried as he tried to keep his cool and not let her know his real feelings yet. “A-are you okay..? You’ve been vomiting for a few days now….” He was so concerned about her at this point. 

"I don't know, maybe it's something I eat?" She felt the nausea passing and open her eyes to look at him. 

Loki still looked worried and concerned, he wasn’t quite buying her excuse. It didn’t make sense to him “But it’s been four days in a row…don’t you think that’s concerning a little?”  

"I'll see a healer later if that's makes you feel better." She smiles at him. 

He wasn’t reassured, he was still concerned about her. But he decided to not press the issue further for now “Okay…just promise me you’ll see one as soon as possible…” 

Y/N nods and later that day, she went to the healer. When she got back to their room, she had a small box in her hand. 

“What’s in that box…?” Loki was waiting for her back in the room. 

"Oh, it's a present for you." She smiles handling him the box. "Open in.” 

Loki’s nervous look remained on his face as he slowly took the box from her, not knowing what may be in there. But he then opened it and his eyes widened when he saw what was inside. His heart raced as he saw that it was a small pair of shoes. “What….are these…?” 

"I don't know, Loki. What are these?" She asks him smiling. 

“They look like…baby shoes…” Loki’s heart races as he realizes what she is implying. He didn’t even want to believe it. But then he spoke, and his tone was shaky. “Are you…”  

Loki was speechless. It was official now; he was going to be a father. He was so happy, he felt so many different emotions rushing through him right now, but the main one was pure joy. “I’m going to be a dad…?” 

"You're going to be a dad." Y/N spoke softly before she kissed her husband. 

Nine months later, Y/N gave birth to a beautiful baby boy. Loki was overjoyed about it. Holding the baby boy in his arms felt like a dream come true. His life would never be the same after this, everything would be different. And it was for the better. This child would be the most important thing to him, there would be nothing that would compare to this precious baby. He kissed him on the forehead, smiling as he did so.  

Loki was the best father ever to his son. He was everything Odin never was to him. Loki made sure the child had everything he could ever want or need. He made sure his childhood would be beautiful and happy and he made sure he gave him everything he never had. He made sure to give him all the love he had to offer to his precious son. He spent a great majority of his time with him. And Y/N made sure she took good care of him as well. She made sure to teach him about love and everything he needed to know about the world. It was a beautiful sight. 

A year later, close to their son first birthday, Y/N had found out she was pregnant again. But this time, she was better prepared to make a surprise to Loki. 

He had just put the baby to sleep and came back to their room. “I have a surprise for you.” Y/N said softly. She gave him a present box. "Open in.” 

Loki open the box and just looked at the shirt in a bit of confusion. It said 'Daddy’s girl’ when they had a son. “Uh…? Did you buy this by mistake…?” Y/N shakes her head ‘no’. Loki was still quite confused. Why did she buy a ‘daddy’s girl’ shirt? They had a son, not a daughter. So, it made no sense for her to buy that. “Then why did you get it…?” 

"Because our daughter will need it." Y/N was holding back her smile seeing Loki’s confusion. 

He immediately tensed up at the word ‘daughter’ and realized what she was implying. Their daughter. She was implying that they were going to have a second child. He just couldn’t believe it. He couldn’t believe that it was really happening. Loki was overwhelmed with emotions, and it showed on his face. His mouth dropped open as he spoke softly. “Our daughter..?” 

Y/N nods, making Loki’s heart raced and his breathing quickened as he realized the good news. His smile became so wide that he even felt his cheeks ache. He was going to be a father again? That was an overwhelming thought and he loved it. The happiness he felt was overwhelming. “We’re going to have a daughter…?” He finally asked. She nods again, a few tears escaping her eyes. 

Loki was filled with so many emotions right now that he just embraced her in a tight and loving hug. He held her close to him, smiling as he did so. Loki’s happiness was palpable at this point. He couldn’t believe that he was going to be a father again. He just couldn’t. And it was so unbelievable that he almost couldn’t accept it just yet. But as he held his wife close to him, he embraced the idea of having another child. 

They had some hard months ahead. Thor had given up the throne, so Loki was next in line to be king now. And a few more months, another baby, a beautiful and healthy baby girl, was born. Loki felt like he was on a cloud, he just couldn’t believe how his life was working out so well for him. With a gorgeous wife and two beautiful children, life couldn’t get any better. 

He was truly overjoyed and grateful. His life was filled with nothing but love and blessings. There was nothing left that he could possibly ask for now. With two beautiful children, the best wife in the world, a kingdom to rule one day. Things couldn’t be better. And as he looked down at his babygirl, he thought about all of this. He loved his life, he loved being a father and he loved his family. And this was more than just a passing thought, this was his life. His happy, fulfilling, life. 

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[streets-in-paradise]

I want to write an mcu reader insert that's gonna feel so circa 2013

#settled arround the dark world #reader is quill's sister in asgardian jail ( pre vol 1) for trying to steal some very valuable artifact #it's super 2013 #thor the dark world #gotg vol 1 #reader insert #thor x reader #loki x reader #thor odinson #loki laufeyson #peter quill

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The issues with secret relationships (Dashingfrost Oneshot)

Pairing: Loki/Fandral, Male Loki/Fandral,

Rating: E - 18+ readers only [Minors DNI]

Tags: Pre-Thor 1 setting, M/M sex, Oral sex, Angst, Comfort sex, gentle sex, Submisisve Loki, More angst than I was expecting,

Word Count: 4845

Summery: Request by @moonlightbea-33,

Authors notes: Following a recent uptick in requests, I have decided to automatically decline any Tumblr requests from blogs that only like posts and do not reblog. If you are a user who only likes and does not comment either here or on Tumblr then please do not post a request.

It's not my best work but I've struggled lately to keep interested in posting fanfics and write in general.

AO3 Version

"You misunderstand," Fandral whispered, chasing after Loki through the empty corridors of the palace. "Loki, please listen," the warrior begged, but Loki was in no mood to hear yet more boasting from his lover. 

A secret lover at that. If Thor found out about them - Loki shook his head, dispelling the fears that churned in his stomach. Their entire relationship was built upon a bedrock of lies, lies that were eroding beneath them, threatening to topple the relationship they had created. The thing that they had was good, excellent some days, comfortable other days, but it could never be enough for either of them. 

They could not hold hands in public; they could not declare their affection for one another. They would see one another and be unable to admit their growing fondness for each other. On worse days, they would see one another wrapped around another person. Fandral never turned down a flirtatious woman who was happy to smother him with praise and affection, while the prince had men and women eating out of his hand. 

People were willing to do anything for even a moment of the prince's attention. This jealously often drove the dashing swordsman to flirtatiously steal the hearts and affections of yet more women while maintaining his agreement to be faithful to Loki.

Not a single soul knew or guessed of the prince and Vanir's secret relationship. Which to Loki was fucking hilarious. If people saw either prince with another woman (and in Loki's case, a man as well), they would assume that there could be a romantic relationship going on. Gossip thrived on the scandalous details of both prince's sexual and romantic entanglements. They could not say hello to a woman without some people planning their engagement for the next hour. 

Yet not one soul had bothered to hint that maybe just maybe the younger prince and Vanir warrior were perhaps fucking. He could not call it a romance. Romance involves declarations of love of support between those involved in the relationship. It was about holding hands, kissing beneath the stars, dancing to music and laughing at the misfortune of enemies. It wasn't some secret thing barely acknowledged and left to rot in the dark where it would never be known. 

This was not the first secret sexual relationship that Loki had been involved in, and it would not be his last either, but for now, the prince believed that he and Fandral could work. That one day, they would be able to stand in public and declare their love for one another. He was nothing if not romantic.

But for now, he was pissed, and his rage caused servants and people to scatter as he stormed through the palace, upset that Fandral could be so callous. 

"What was I supposed to say?" Fandral asked desperately as he caught up to Loki. There was not a soul to overhear their one-sided conversation. "Oh, sorry Thor, you are mistaken. I am quite happily engaged in a relationship at present. Yes indeed, it is with Loki!" 

The merry jesting of the dashing warrior had worn Loki's last nerve to its frayed core. Loki kicked his parlour doors open with a burst of magic that caused Fandral to cringe ever so slightly. Once recovered, the warrior followed the god into the room and closed the doors behind them in a much less dramatic fashion.

"Perhaps you should have considered my feelings when boasting of the great number of beautiful women you have bedded?" Loki demanded, but Fandral blinked, deeply confused as to why this would anger the god. 

"I mentioned you. Of course I could not be obvious about the…" it occurred to Fandral, between trying to recall his exact words and Loki's seething rage, that he had quite obviously not mentioned Loki. He was used to being cautious about his relationship with the prince. Acting upon self-preservation, he avoided mentioning Loki or a person who might be mistaken for Loki. 

"Then tell me, what of you? You are the one who allows men and women to fawn all over him!" Fandral said.

"Unlike you, I am quite comfortable with my sexuality-"

"-This is not about my sexuality," Fandral complained because even he was not sure about his sexuality. 

Their relationship began when Fandral fucked a very female Loki, it was simple back when Loki was a princess and seemed to be sticking to that until he wasn't, and then they awkwardly fell into whatever this was. Loki might be, on occasion unkind and cruel, but he would never out another person's sexuality, it annoyed the prince at times, but he had known what he was getting involved in. 

Sighing Loki ran a hand through his short raven hair, pissed off that he had not foreseen how complicated this would all become. 

"Loki, you know that I love you and only you," Fandral insisted and yes, Loki knew that the warrior held great affection for him. 

The prince sighed, his aching heart unable to take the slight lie in the warriors' words. Neither loved the other to the extent that they claimed. The forbidden nature of this dalliance made it all seem thrilling and daring. That they could conduct a sexual and romantic relationship beneath the noses of all of Asgard and get away with it was - it just was amazing.

But love? Loki had had time and perspective to think about their relationship. He acknowledged that Fandral cared for him, that Fandral would probably always care for him in the way that so many seemed to fall in love with gods and never be able to separate themselves from them. 

The doubts that plagued Loki, knowing that at times both he and Fandral found themselves almost talked into another person's bed? Love was an easy word for the Vanir to throw around. They were a people of romance and famed for their affections and passionate affairs. Loki felt passion, he felt love, but he did not truly feel as though he was in love. 

He ached for more, and neither he nor Fandral could have it. 

Again Fandral tried to make the prince listen to his words, to make those honeyed verses sink into the god's heart and warm his soul. Loki was resistant; frustrated tears pricked his eyes as he tried to calm himself down. 

Warm hands rested upon Loki's arms, "Know that it is only you that has my heart," Fandral insisted, and despite common sense wanting to throttle Loki, the god caved, wishing he could genuinely believe in the Vanir's words. "Darling, what we have is worth protecting," Fandral whispered, pulling Loki into his arms. 

Loki resisted. He always fought, at first annoyed that Fandral could illicit these more vulnerable feelings within him. He resented the Vanir for being so capable of expressing their heart's desires, making love and passion seem simple. It wasn't. At least not to Loki. It was easier when they both were simply fucking the other without any feelings involved. Why could they not return to those simple times?

Fandral's hands shifted down Loki's arms and onto his waist. Slowly, he pulled Loki towards him, fearful that they stumbled into a situation that they could not recover from. The prince sighed as he relaxed against Fandral, leaning his entire weight against the warrior who tried not to be too pleased that Loki had (for now) pushed his anger aside. 

Too exhausted to continue his fight with Fandral, Loki instead buried himself in lust and the feel of the warrior's warms body against his own. Without intending to, they fell into the same patterns that they always did. 

"I want everyone to know," Fandral confessed. However, Loki could feel the hints of doubt that twisted the man's truthful words into half-truths, "I do," he whispered, pressing his forehead against Loki's, "I want the entire realms to know of our love, to know how we feel," he whispered lovingly. 

Despite his common sense telling him not to, Loki allowed himself to believe in Fandral's words. He shivered as the warrior led him down the familiar path towards his bed, "They may not see it, but I do," Fandral continued trying to keep Loki out of his own head. The prince would never admit to his feelings of self-doubt and insecurity. 

"I see how beautiful you are, Loki," Fandral whispered softly, pressing his forehead against Loki feeling the cool touch of his skin. The subtle wooden and leather scents that complemented the tang of ozone that often clung to sorcerers were a potent and heady combination. 

Subtly was a foreign concept to the warrior, yet somehow, he made it seem charming. Much to the prince's vexation, he was not immune to such saccharine gestures. 

"At times, I wished others would see you in the same light as I," Fandral continued to say as he pressed soft kisses to the shell of Loki's ear. Each featherlight touch unfurled something soft and cosy within the prince, who tried to resist the temptation to fall so freely into the warrior's affections. "Then I think that if they did, I would have to fight for your attention and time," Fandral continued as he traced a path along Loki's jaw. 

"What nonsense you speak," Loki tried to beat back the tender touches and gentle words with common sense and realism. But those concepts seemed to melt away when Fandral consumed him in a kiss so achingly sweet that Loki could do little to resist the way his heart sped up and his stomach knotted itself a thousand over. 

Fandral gently steered Loki into bed, his intentions obvious, it was always the same, and somehow it seemed that in this precise moment, this was fine. "My words might be nonsense, but I will convince you they are true," Fandral promised while stealing gentle kisses.

Loki attempted to resist the apparent flattery. Instead, he found himself cursing the Vanir, who knew how to distract the god from his own self-destructive thoughts. Warm, featherlight kisses made the prince's stomach twist and churn as Fandral guided them into the middle of the bed. 

Words failed the god as Fandral trailed kisses down the length of Loki's long pale neck. The prince gasped, surprised by the warrior's tenderness. Talented hands made quick work of the buckles of Loki's coat, and neither wished to waste the precious little time they had together. Fandral could never stay the night. Should the servants or guards catch them, the news would reach the ears of Thor before Loki could silence all witnesses. 

Slowly peeling Loki out of his coat and tunic, Fandral assaulted the prince with kisses along his shoulder and neck. Each little kiss spurned on that light fluttery feeling in Loki's stomach. 

"You are beautiful," Fandral whispered hoarsely against Loki's pale skin, "There are none that compare to you," Loki couldn't help but roll his eyes. That was a line he had often used on others before Fandral and a line that Fandral had no doubt repeated just as often as he had. Yet there was something within him that believed in the Vanir's words. 

Gently pushing Loki down until he lay on the bed, Fandral straddled the prince's waist and consumed him in a tender and loving kiss. The very act left Loki shaking with need as the gentle fluttering in his stomach grew into a hurricane of conflicted emotions. Long gone were the doubtful voices whispering their poison in the back of his mind. All he could feel all he wanted was Fandral. 

Carding his fingers through the warrior's soft blond hair, Loki shivered. The naked affection in Fandral's eyes struck him to the core of his being. "You are incredible," Fandral continued to praise, taking Loki's left hand from his hair and planting gentle, lasting kisses on every knuckle, savouring how the god melted into the mattress beneath them. 

He turned Loki's hand over to press kisses to the skin of the god's palm, "You have the power to defeat armies," he planted tender kisses on Loki's wrist. He could feel the steady beat of the god's pulse suddenly speed up. He grinned foolishly as Loki's cheeks burned a not-so-subtle pink. "Watching you fight, there is nothing, nobody that I can compare you to," he continued to kiss along the inside of Loki's arm. 

Transfixed by the Vanir's loving words and tenderness of the moment, Loki gave in, completely submitting to the pleasantness that washed over him with every kiss. 

He could feel Fandral's warm breath upon the cool skin of his collar bone as he continued to speak, "I doubt there is another who can weave magic as skillfully as you," Loki wanted to argue. But then Fandral trailed a path of kisses down his body scattering the argumentative thoughts from the god's mind. 

He was lost in the adoring attention and tenderness. It was as though someone had turned him into something so comfortably soft and squishy, the perfect example of comfort and warmth. Pieces of him wanted to keep them here in this moment forever, tenderly loving one another until they could love no more, but even he, with all his tricks and magic, could not do that.

Ghosting his palms along the god's ribs, Fandral could feel Loki's skin heat beneath his touch, "There are moments when I can scarcely believe that you are mine," he whispered as he leaned down to kiss the tender skin of Loki's stomach. Beneath him, the god squirmed as those gentle kisses peppered his pale skin. Each fluttering feeling that grew deep within him grew more chaotic and wild. 

He wanted to escape, to push Fandral down on the bed and ride his cock, but then the warrior gently caressed his hips and traced a path down the outside of Loki's long legs. Unlacing the prince's trousers, Fandral grinned to himself upon feeling Loki shuddering in anticipation. 

Wasting no time, Fandral traced the tip of his tongue along the underneath of Loki's velvety cock. A soft keening noise escaped the prince as he desperately urged the warrior to hurry up. Flushed and vulnerable, Loki fisted the sheets beneath him, trying to will himself into complete submission. Fandral grinned and pressed a kiss to the crown of Loki's cock. 

"There are none that compare to you," Fandral whispered, flustering Loki even more while he began kissing and sucking the prince's hot cock. "I wish I could be here with you all day. I would take my time with you and make you see just how truly unique and beautiful you are."

Attempting to resist the growing flutters consuming him, Loki tried to pull away from Fandral, but the warrior pinned him in place, holding him down as a reminder that though the night might be softer than their usual games, he was the one still in charge here.

Hot lust devoured the flutters turning them into an inferno of emotion that made his blood boil and skin tingle. His overly sensitive body was suddenly very aware of everything upon it, from the rasp of silk bedsheets to the way Fandral's palms slid along his exposed thighs. 

The obscene noises that Fandral made sent him into a hazy state, "Fuck," Fandral whispered, swirling the god's hardening cock with his tongue. "You taste perfect. I can never get enough of you," he groaned, pressing hot kisses along the shaft before sucking the god into his hot mouth. A soft gasp of surprise and want slipped from Loki. The god quivered his toes curlers, and he thought 'finally' he did not need to be subjected to Fandral's praises. 

Yet somehow those sweet calloused fingers cleverly traced patterns in the soft skin of Loki's stomach. The patterns were sheer nonsensical shapes but their intentions were apparent comfort. Pleasure coursed through him until he could no longer feel anything but the warmth and pleasure of Fandral's presence.

It was just them. Fandral sucked his cock harder than the prince anticipated causing Loki to hiss. Yet just as quickly as the sting of pleasure appeared, it evaporated leaving the god shivering in his pleasure as Fandral released his stiff cock with one last kiss to the tip. 

"You-" Loki could not tolerate any further compliments and instead pulled Fandral into a searing all-consuming kiss. He did not need words. He needed to be fucked, but the Vanir was a man on a mission and today, he was going to fuck the prince tenderly until the god was assured that nobody else mattered to him. 

Fandral rolled them over. Loki's magic made quick work of removing all clothes; he hoped the Vanir would take the hint. He did not. Instead Fandral took his time, lavishly peppering kisses along the length of Loki's shoulder. 

"Norns, look at you," He whispered against the shell of Loki's ear. The way the god's hair had begun to curl had the Vanir smiling. It somehow made the god appear softer and more vulnerable. He was usually so polished and put together. To see him rosy-cheeked and panting softly, his face almost completely buried in the pillows beneath them, had an already hard Fandral aching with a sudden physical need.  

"How can you possibly doubt that you are the most incredible being in all the realms?" He whispered warmly against Loki's ear as he slowly uncorked a bottle of oil. Whatever protest Loki was going to make was silenced when Fandral slowly pressed his oiled fingers to Loki's hole. 

"Just look how pretty you are," he continued while Loki whimpered softly, afraid to betray just how good he felt under the praises of the warrior. Peppering kisses along Loki's shoulder, Fandral smiled upon hearing those precious whimpers that spilt from the god's lips.

"There is more to you than the beauty I see here lay beneath me," Fandral whispered softly while sliding his fingers into Loki, slowly working him open. A soft keening noise left the god's lips, "You are more than your looks. You are incredible and powerful, half the stuff you know. I cannot begin to fathom it." 

"That is hardly—ah!" Loki cried out as Fandral curled his fingers inside him, stroking that spot inside him; grabbing the headboard, the god attempted to ground himself to focus on something that was not the honeyed words of his lover nor his own pleasure.

"Hardly my most inspired romanticisms, I am aware," Fandral quietly chuckled, baring his weight down upon Loki, pinning him into the mattress. "But it is the truth. You are intelligent in a way that I cannot comprehend, your powers, Norns…" he groaned before biting the sensitive skin on the nape of Loki's neck. The god shivered violently in pleasure.

"The skill in which you wield your power is a dance greater than any theatre production could conceive of," Fandral continued to say. His fingers worked a more wondrous magic within the god who curled into the pleasure incapable nor wanting to escape its sweet siren song. "Do you recall that battle we fought in Vanaheim? The general had told us it was a lost cause, to give up on the town, on its people and evacuate."

Barely able to hear Fandral over the hot pleasure wracking his body Loki scrambled enough sense together to remember and to answer with a firm nod and a long moan. Those fingers, Norns, those talented fingers, were unmaking him in a way they had forgotten. He whined softly, his aching cock so painfully neglected that all he could do to soothe the itch that was slowly consuming him was to rub himself against the bedsheets like a horny pubescent. 

How long had it been since they had last taken things slow? When they had last had the opportunity to enjoy one another without needing to retreat into the shadows hastily? Fuck, he could hardly remember the last time they had fucked one another completely naked. Their time was so sparse. 

"I, I recall," Loki panted, twisting himself to get a better look at the warrior whose hair had come undone and was spilling around his face. Fuck, he looked so good rumpled and red face, his eyes blown dark with lust, he pressed his nose into Loki's shoulder inhaling deeply, the soft golden locks tickled his scorching his skin. 

"Thor wanted to use his power, summon a storm to deal with the enemy, but you recognised that it would be the spark to light the powder keg," Fandral continued for Loki, who was barely able to string thoughts together. Words were impossible. 

He moaned as Fandral slipped his oil-slicked hand beneath them and stroked his painfully hard cock. The sweet relief assaulted the god in new and incredible ways. He did not know which way to turn. To bury himself against Fandral's hand or to press into his fingers so that he could bury them deeper within him. The choice became so stressful that he found himself unable to think; he lost himself in the madness of needing his release! If only Fandral would hurry up!

"So instead," Fandral whispered in a growling tone while gripping Loki's cock in a way that prevented him from coming. "So instead you suggested that we created a blanket of fog and enchanted us so that we may see through the murk while our enemies stumbled around confused," he continued with the anecdote, aware that he was slowly driving Loki into the throws of madness.

Removing his fingers from Loki's tight hole, the warrior grinned, "Is there a purpose to this stroll down memory lane?" the god was unhappy with this turn of events. He just wanted to come! "If you—ah!" he moaned, forgetting his rage as Fandral pressed the head of his cock to his hole, "Yes, fuck me," Loki pleaded, "Please just fuck me, I need you to-"

"Shh," Fandral whispered, releasing his hold on the god's cock and placing his hand over Loki's mouth instead. He didn't need Loki to speak tonight, "Thor was unhappy with your plan. It did not give him the public glory he desired," Fandral continued with his story while slowly inching himself into the tight ring of muscle. He groaned so deeply Loki could feel the rumble within his bones, "but we saved everyone," Fandral said.

Loki didn't much care about the survival of townsfolk and farmers at the moment, he just needed to be fucked long and hard, and sadly he could not bring himself to pressure the warrior into speeding up. Instead, he lost himself in the haze of his pleasure, the warmth of those sweet words and praises, he was clay to be moulded into the shape that Fandral desired, and all previous arguments no longer mattered.

He whimpered against the palm that kept him from speaking, "You pretend that you do not care for our people, for the people of Asgard, but I see your good heart and good intentions," Fandral whispered, sliding himself entirely into the god who was barely listening by now. His pleasure ruined him.

There was something about sex with Fandral that completed him in a way that he could not find with strangers. He had forgotten how wonderful it felt not to worry about who may walk past them fucking in some dark corner of the palace. He had forgotten how good it felt to be in an actual bed with comfort and privacy when being filled by the warrior. 

Why did they not do this more often? He wondered and then forgot because slowly, inch by beautiful, vexing inch Fandral began to move his pace slow at first, but each thrust sent Loki spiralling towards the sea of his pleasure. 

"That day, you saved the entire town," Fandral continued with his story frustrating Loki. At least he had removed his hand! The god tried to think of a clever comeback that would put the Vanir in his place, but thoughts were fleeting, forgotten and abandoned when Fandral angled himself perfectly and thrust into him firmly. Pleasure consumed him. His toes curled, his back arched; he needed and wanted whatever the Vanir was willing to give him. 

"You are the most incredible being I have had the pleasure of meeting Loki," Fandral praised. Loki groaned, "Perfect, beautiful, kind, so good, so wonderful," the warmth that bloomed in the god's chest betrayed him. It made him feel settled and comforted.

In the warmth of the Vanir's arms he felt safe; he felt whole.

"You are just so perfect," Fandral whispered as he continued to thrust into the god slowly. Loki moaned softly, "My sweet darling prince, if only you could see how beautiful you are," he growled against the shell of the god's ear, "How glorious you are. A being worthy of the worship he receives."

Loki cried out in his pleasure, reaching behind him to grab Fandral. The Vanir grabbed his hand and pinned it down to the mattress, further locking him in place. He was trapped beneath the warrior. Logic told him he could easily escape, but he entertained the fantasy that he was some weak mortal incapable of escape. That he was the prey of something much more significant than himself. 

Sparks of pleasure danced along his spine, charging him towards the precipice of his sea of bliss. Fandral's thrusts became wild, frenzied, his pace bruising to a lesser being. The sudden roughness combined with the gentle praises of his words sent Loki spiralling. 

He came hard, forgetting himself, forgetting the world around him as everything slowly faded into that space that he dared not name. He was safe, warm, and cosy. He could feel the Vanir thrust deep into him before his pace stuttered, and he came spilling into the god, who moaned loudly. The feeling of being filled by his lover was almost too much. He whined and cried, pulling and pushing desperately against the warrior who cradled him softly in his arms. 

Loki nestled against the Vanir, shivering in pleasure. A soft, gentle smile graced his lips. Slowly Fandral slipped out of him, the feeling of emptiness, a dreadful feeling that he wanted to chase away. The Vanir cleaned them both up before settling back into bed with Loki, who clung desperately to the warrior if it were anyone else - that didn't matter right now.

"It's okay," Fandral whispered, kissing the top of Loki's head. He knew exactly what the god needed and made sure he had it. He wrapped them both up, succumbing to exhaustion and pleasure. Together they nestled against one another basking in the other's comforting embrace. 

It would be a while before either of them stirred. It was Loki who prodded Fandral, making sure to rouse the warrior before they could be caught out.

"Ah, there is one-minute detail you forgot to mention in your tale of praise," Loki panted softly, finally grabbing hold of some sense. 

Blissed out, Fandral merely hummed, contented in his pleasure for some time. He lacked the refractory period of a god. 

"Yes," Loki propped himself up on one elbow, his palm fingers tracing through the Vanir's hair, "In that mission, while we did save the town and my trickery was perhaps the reason the town still stands, it was Thor who received all the credit. People believed it was he who conjured the fog."

"He's the god of thunder, not weather," Fandral said dumbly, trying to gather his wits and not feel odd about talking about his friend and Loki's brother at this moment. 

"A god of thunder who wields lightning," Loki pointed out casually. 

Fandral groaned, wishing the god would not delight so much in the argument. "Please, for the love of everything that the universe holds dear, just accept the praise." That's what this had all been about, to show Loki just how incredible they were. 

Loki shrugged and slipped out of bed, "You should make haste. The servants shall arrive soon. I do not need them seeing you in my chambers."

"You could always cast an invisibility spell on me?" Fandral waggled his eyebrows. They had done it plenty of times; while they appreciate the thrill of semi-public sex, they knew better than to be caught. 

It occurred to Fandral that Loki had never actually bothered to offer to hide him while the servants or visitors came to visit Loki. 

"I would rather not," was all Loki said, fussing with his hair. The curls stubbornly refused to obey his whims.

"Why not? It would be a simple task for you!" Fandral argued, slowly treading ground that he tried to smooth over. 

Loki merely shrugged, offering no counterargument. There was not much Fandral could do, so he gathered his clothes, kissed Loki and fled. He almost ran into the staff who were pushing trays of food and wine to Loki's chambers.

It wouldn't be long before they would argue again, Fandral wondering what Loki had against spending an entire night alone together while the god dodged his questions. 

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[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Snake Eyes 1

Warnings: noncon coercion, manipulation. Proceed with caution.

Note: thanks all for reading and I hope you're excited for this one. All feedback is more than welcome and loved and appreciated. Reblogs are most helpful.

Part of The Club AU

The smell of citrus wafts in the air as you slice into a bright green lime. The juice dribbles on your gloves as you bring the knife down over and over through the bumpy skin. You gather it all up in your hands and put it in the metal container.

You peel off the plastic gloves and dump them in the bin, moving the tray to its place in the bar and putting the lid atop it. You continue your prep work, checking the olives and refilling the toothpick dispenser. Thor stands nearby, neatly lining the shelves with the shining clean glasses wheeled in from the kitchen.

Your first week is coming to an end. You’re finally in the routine of it. You find the pre-opening lull to be the most enjoyable time. The servers, the cooks, and bouncers drift in and hang around chatting as they get ready for doors to open.

You go to the other end of the bar to grab a jar of marischino cherry and pause. You can hear voices from the backroom. You try not to eavesdrop but it sounds rather heated. You can’t really discern the syllables but the muffled slam makes you flinch.

“Ah yes, my brother is having his weekly tantrum,” Thor muses as he spins and shoves a few pitchers onto the shelves beneath the bar. “Don’t mind him, he always is finding something to despise.”

You smile at Thor awkwardly. You only met his brother once. The very man who hired you after a brief interview. One which went by so quick, you’re certain he doesn’t even remember hiring you.

“He does take this all rather serious,” Thor chuckles as he straightens his collar, the points wide as his muscled chest peeks out. “Always a bit high strung. You wouldn’t believe he once worked where you do now. He bought out the owner and here we are.”

“Oh, yeah, somehow I can’t picture that,” you murmur.

Thor laughs again, a rumble like thunder, and grabs the empty cart. He wheels it towards the kitchen door as you walk listlessly behind the bar, checking that every tap is clean, every hose is in its place. Hinges whine and a door swings open loudly.

“Fuck you!” Danica bellows as she charges out of the backroom, “fucking asshole!”

You stop and watch her dumbly. Her long legs shine with bronzer as she stomps across the room, her beautiful features contortein anger. She’s one of the several or so bottle girls that serve the private rooms and wears the usual get up; tight black shorts and sparkly croptop. You wonder what’s got her so worked up.

“I fucking quit,” she hollers before she disappears down the stairs.

You watch behind her, stunned. Wow. You weren’t expecting that at all.

“Can’t quit if you’ve already been fired, darling,” Loki’s voice carries after her, tugging your attention back to the doorway. “Gods, these girls.”

You quickly put your head down and pretend to be busy. You check the limes, even as you’ve just put them away. He strides to the other side of the bar and sighs, his shadow watching you until you raise your eyes.

“Hello, sir,” you say, “can I get you something?”

“Martini,” he demands curtly, “dry.”

You nod and quickly go about making his drink. You present it to him in the stemmed glass with the olive and pickled onion skewered on top. He turns it slowly and admires your handiwork. His eyes crawl up and meet yours.

“Come,” he gestures you out from behind the bar, “right here.”

He steps back and sips from the glass.

“Sir?”

“Don’t make me tell you twice or you can follow the other one out.”

You wipe your hands on a towel and lay it on the lower ledge of the bar. You come around as he shifts to face you, keeping his lips on the brim of the martini. He sets it aside as you approach and gives you an appraising look.

“Hmm,” he steps around the stool and grabs your shirt. You cry out as he tucks it under, raising it up your stomach.

“What are you doing–”

“Hush,” he quiets you and grabs the top of your shirt, splitting it for a generous view of your cleavage. You’re too surprised to resist as he reaches around you and undoes the apron, dragging it away from your waist, “very well, you’ll do.”

“What?”

“I’m short a bottle girl, I’m certain you can handle pouring,” he tosses the apron over the bar. “Tips are better, anyhow.”

“But, I need–” You point over the bar.

“Consider it a promotion,” he interjects as he checks his watch, “I’ve some very special guests arriving in the Cobra Lounge soon.”

“Sir, I–”

“Figure it out,” he flicks away your protest, “or you might consider updating your CV.”

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[julesodd]

The way my norse pagan ass JUMPED at this scene

It´s wonderful, because I think it has been kind of forgotten that Loki is a PAGAN GOD. I mean, why is it almost never referenced?

Also, I had to pause when they mentioned Baldur because... Loki and Baldur... Well... I whished they had make a reference or even a joke to the fact that Loki is responsable for his death.

Given the fact that Baldur´s never shown nor mentioned in the Thor movies, I´m assuming he was killed pre-Thor 1, so a reference would´ve made sense,

but I´ll take what I can get...

Edit: "sometimes I forget you're one of them" is probably a joke from the writers. Because yes, marvel has damn near forgotten Thor's/Loki's true nature. I feel like despite them being pagan deities, they're much more some dudes who have their names and some of their powers.

I would've appriciated even a tiny reference.

Him mentioning Sigyn or his children would be enough to show that the writers give a damn about his origins.

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[shoshi12321]

Just watched the new What If episode. In summary, Loki (in 1602) is a prince who is a terrible actor and has no fighting abilities or magic. Every scene he’s in he’s shown to be the butt of every single joke. Thor asked him to fight, he said he lost his weapon. He paddles on about Shakespeare to the extent that it’s so obnoxious. Thor calls him a terrible actor and asks when can they throw things at him. They basically took the Avengers 1 arrogance and mixed it with the Ragnarok stupidity. I have no issue at all with Loki having more dramatic or arrogant moods. The beauty of Loki is that he can be anything really. The problem is when they show that he’s completely useless and incompetent compared to everyone else. He doesn’t even have his magic for some reason (even though Wanda does). Even if this isn’t Asgard, it’s assumed that he was raised as a warrior prince alongside Thor. Maybe he loves theater, sure. But why is his entire character reduced to being arrogant and incompetent? There is no logical sense for Loki to be this version of himself. Pre-Thor 1 I am sure Loki was arrogant, but I never got the picture that he enjoyed this much attention. He is a mischief maker who works in shadows. The need for attention came from living in Thor’s shadow.

Even if none of this mattered, why would they use such a farcical version of the character when everyone else is multi-dimensional? There is a time and a place… like Ragnarok. Why can’t they ever just let Loki be the smart one? Not even in his own show could they grant him that.

Rant over. Just annoyed that all the versions of this character you could play, everyone chooses to highlight this one specific idea of him. I know it doesn’t really matter, but it’s just such poor writing.

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[lokisgoodgirl]

Clandestined [Loki x Fem. Reader] 18+

You can find my Masterlist HERE Summary: Betrothed to Loki from a young age, your friendship grows to something more - but Loki is changing too, and perhaps not for the better. (Pre/During Thor 1) (wc 2.5k) Warnings: 18+ Minors DNI. Smut. Language. Coercion. Oral Sex. Thigh riding. Public Sex. LOKI BEING HOT ON THE THRONE.

Trumpets blared in unison as you heard the beginning waves of the cheering crowd, rolling from beyond the doors of the Great Hall of Asgard.

You turned to look behind you, the wide aisle of the atrium crammed with eager citizens desperate to catch a glimpse of their royal family as heralds signalled their approach through the towering columns encircling the ancient walls.

“Eyes front, Y/N” your mother snapped, “gawping is for the commoners, not for the likes of us.”

You obeyed quietly as the distant roars of approval grew louder. Rows of courtiers passing with banners of luxurious arms raised to the sky in tribute as representatives of the nine realms floated solemnly down the marble aisle.

Your gaze crept over your shoulder, searching for one figure in particular among the pageantry of red and gold, your stomach clenching in anticipation.

A gasp rose around you as thousands of orbs licked with vibrant pastel flame descended to hover above the undulating crowd.

The smell of jasmine filled the air from the trailing incense of the flames and you smiled. You knew that the exact number would be two thousand. One for each year of Odin’s reign – Frigga would not have let a detail like that go to waste.

Right on cue, Asgard’s graceful queen came into view. Her dress was spun gold, edged with a train of blue silk which rippled like sea foam in the breeze of a thousand rapt intakes of breath.

Her hand rested in the raised palm of her younger son as they made their way slowly down the centre of the hall. Frigga nodded warmly to the faces keening to greet them as her companion stared ahead, his eyes set on the towering empty throne. Your betrothed, Loki.

He strode by his mother’s side across the polished marble floor in full ceremonial dress towards the head of the hall. The curved horns of his helmet glinting in the low dusk light, the golden armour encasing his arms and torso all you could see from where you stood as his placid features simmered with regal purpose, ignoring the cheers as they passed.

Your breath hitched as they approached your row, several from the front in accordance with Asgardian etiquette. Loki’s emerald cape swirled around his metal clad shoulders as he broke his steadfast stare ahead, immediately meeting your gaze between jostling onlookers with a wink as a smile briefly graced his lips. Your stomach flipped. He looked particularly ravishing today. And he knew it.

He and Frigga took their positions elegantly on the stairs leading to the throne as Thor worked the crowd on his way to join them, wielding Mjölnir through the air to screams of applause.

The soar of trumpets’ heralded Odin’s arrival to conclude the bi-millennium festival formalities as your thoughts turned to tonight’s feast, fizzing with mischievous anticipation as you ran your eyes wantonly over Loki’s imposing figure.

He may be your betrothed, but tonight – you intended to make him thoroughly and unquestioningly yours.

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“Are you aware that every man in this palace has been undressing you with their eyes tonight?”

You smiled as the familiar velvet voice crept over your shoulder; pleased that your ploy to entice its owner to the deserted balcony outside the bustling feasting hall was a success.

“Are you included in that number, my Prince?” you asked coyly, enjoying the glint of amusement in Loki’s eyes as his lips curled in silent confirmation.

You turned to lean the side of your hip against the balustrade, the long skirts of your dress flirting against the leather stretched tightly against his legs as a warm breeze rolled across the air.

Silently, you reached up and began to tug the helmet from his head with difficulty, huffs of mock annoyance peppering the air before it came away in your hands. His raven curls tumbled around his armoured shoulders, released from their confinement after long hours of ceremony.

“Oh, sorry I forgot – you’re not a man…” you quipped as you rolled your eyes playfully, placing the helmet on the stone ledge as a low chuckle escaped Loki’s throat.

“Gods have eyes too, darling.” he murmured as you drew closer, winding a strand of his hair around your finger as you raised your gaze to his. His eyes burned with long-unspoken words as he ran them over your skin. Norns how you wished he would finally say them.

Adrenaline surged under your skin as you slid your hand around the back of his neck, gentle pressure willing him to bend as you searched his gaze.

In a moment, his mouth had pressed to yours hungrily.

You tightened your grip around his neck as he encased you in a towering embrace, his unfamiliar tongue sliding between your lips as a moan of relief escaped you – tumbling into the void of your friendship as it burned anew. The cool sharpness of his armour seeped through the chiffon of your dress as you pressed your body to his, the kiss waxing and waning as each of your pent-up passions fought for control.

The hard edge of his vambrace cracked against your hip as he slid his hands desperately down your waist, seeking the curve of your ass through the fabric of your skirt. You pulled him forward as your back hit the balustrade, Loki’s torso flattening against your breasts as he moulded his body to yours with the force of his newly welcomed need.

Betrothed since you were young, your fascination with the younger son of Odin had only grown with the years as you watched him become the figure his legend demanded. The notorious aloofness had never bothered you, much because you had never truly experienced it. Whether an innate understanding of your fated destinies or something more, you had always been close. But the fires of unquenchable lust that had burned within you these past months – they were new.

You found your hand grasping to find purchase between his muscled thighs as Loki’s face buried in your neck, a soft growl of your name escaping his lips as your fingertips brushed against a long, hard mass hidden beneath the tightening leather. Gods above, he was huge.

You panted shakily, feeling your pussy grow wetter under the messy sucks of his tongue and lips against your bare skin – you needed more. You needed him.

“Loki…” you moaned as he thrust needily against you, dragging the thick bulge in his trousers against your open palm, “let’s go somewhere…your chambers..?”

He stopped, his touch withdrawing like the breaking of a spell.

“Loki, what…?” you said quietly, your voice laced with concern as you saw clouds descend on his features, his forehead creasing in concentration.

“This was a mistake, Y/N …it wouldn’t be the proper way of things.”

You huffed, straightening your skirts as your plans of seduction crumbled under his lofty overtones.

“We’re to be married soon, what does it matter?” you raised your eyebrow, a second wind of confidence rising at your own words as you looked to him optimistically.

“Soon?” Loki’s cheekbones hollowed as his lips twitched in confusion, “I have so much yet to accomplish…a glorious purpose to fulfil. You know this. I am to be King of this realm, and you my Queen. Is that not what you want?”

Silence grew between you as booming roars of laughter from the banquet hall rippled on the breeze tauntingly.

“When you are King?” you repeated disbelievingly, panic fluttering in your voice as your mind raced through the connotations of his words. He would never be King. Everyone knew that. Well, almost everyone it seemed.

“When I am King.” he echoed, a small smile tracing his lips as he bent to give you a chaste kiss.

_

It was often said that time passed different in Asgard, but whether that was true or not – the months that followed fell quickly to memory like blossom petals in June.

Loki’s official business in Thor’s banishment kept him away from the daily bustle of court life. His ambition seemed to have grown exponentially under recent events and his newfound deeper affections for you seemingly forgotten –you hadn’t seen him in weeks.

You closed your eyes and inhaled the scent of jasmine rising from the gardens below your window. Ever since the bi-millennial festival, the scent had reminded you of Loki.

You wanted to remember the way he had smiled at you in the crowd in the great hall. You wanted to remember his coy glances on the precipice of your first kiss, the feeling of his tongue against yours, of his body longing for your touch. You wanted to remember.

A sharp knock broke you from your daydream. You crossed the floor barefoot, opening the heavy door to reveal a sombre looking Einherjar.

“Lady Y/N, the King demands your presence in the Hall of Asgard.”

You thanked him, your heart pounding as you shut the heavy door with sweating palms. Odin had never asked for a private audience with you. And the guard’s choice of words…demand? Your mind whirred as you quickly changed to more formal dress, a green silk edged with lace which lent an air of decorum without ostentation. Now... if only your hands would stop shaking.

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The pillars of the great hall rose above you as you entered with your head bowed, approaching the throne tentatively as your breaths quickened.

When you saw the first step leading to the elevated platform appear in your deferential eye-line you stopped, clasping your hands in front of you, “My King?”

“You wore my colours…”

Your eyes flew up to the figure leaning comfortably towards one side of the golden seat. Clasped in one hand he held the royal sceptre while the other lay lazily on his thigh, his chin lowered as he looked down on you with amusement.

Silence stares came from the Einherjar flanking him, twenty of Asgard’s most loyal warriors facing toward you as you processed the scene.

“Loki, what…?”

He stood gracefully, the fabric of his cape flourishing around his ankles as he extended his arm and smacked the marble floor twice with the butt of the sceptre. It clanged thickly, echoing around the empty walls as all but five of the palace guards obediently marched from sight.

“Father has fallen into the Odin-sleep. I am your King now.”

You shivered. His towering authority. The intensity of his gaze that burned with pure desire for his own power. This wasn’t the Loki you knew. Your questions were not welcome here.

You watched his thighs flex under the familiar leather stretch of his trousers as he re-positioned his stance.

“Kneel before your King.”

His firm command reverberated in the silence, thrumming against your core as you lifted the fabric of your dress and climbed the steps towards him.

“And to think you doubted me…” he goaded, watching your ascent before you stopped defiantly before him. He raised an eyebrow, the horns of his helmet tilting as his eyes flashed dangerously.

“Do you swear to love, honour and obey me?” he enunciated; the words reminiscent of marriage vows as your heart leapt, remembering his words many months ago. Was he playing with you?

“I swear to love, honour and obey my husband?” you said coyly, hoping to raise a smile.

He chuckled darkly before quickly swapping the long sceptre to his other hand with a flying snap, making you jump.

“You have no husband.” he spat, “It is your King that requires your fidelity. Now kneel.”

You sank shakily to your knees as his echoing voice thundered around you, watching his long legs fold as he sat back in the golden throne he had coveted for so long. Power radiated from him like the eternal flame, consuming everything in its path. Consuming you.

“Perhaps with an enthusiastic display of obedience, you may regain my favour” he drawled loftily as your gaze raised to meet his, “For your doubt. Your insolence. These are not the traits of a Queen.”

“You have no Queen…” you muttered sarcastically as he leant towards you, his hot breath fanning your burning cheeks as your intimate folds slickened beneath your dress, pooling against snatches of silk.

“Don’t I?” he whispered, “My patience is wearing thin…yield to me, give me what I desire…or get out of my sight.”

The corners of his mouth twitched in a cruel smirk as he looked down on you, brazenly before him like a whore. This was not how it was supposed to be. But you couldn’t deny that seeing him this way was intoxicating. His magnetism was infectious, and it drew your fingers irrevocably to the fastenings of his leather trousers.

He grunted his approval as his smirk widened, pleased with the path you had chosen.

“Loki…your magic?” you whispered pleadingly as you nudged your head towards the guards standing at the bottom of the steps who shuffled awkwardly in place.

“Do not presume to scold me like a wayward child” he announced loudly, “those days are gone, do you not see that?”

You freed his cock from its confinement with an audible gasp. You could see that. You could definitely see that.

“There will be no magic this night…” he reached forward and drew your hand which had fallen in awe to your lap back to his huge manhood, pressing your grip around his length, “…now worship your King.”

You obediently leant forward to stretch your lips around his tip as he let out a low moan of pleasure. His girth choking the sides of your jaw as you fought to gain traction, saliva coating his length as you slid him further down your throat to approving groans above you.

One minute. Two minutes. You got lost in a haze of the taste of the velvet skin of his length underneath your tongue that you had fantasised about for so long. The familiar tantalising scent of him, magnified at his core. You realised that whines of pleasure had been escaping your needy throat as he fucked your mouth slowly; as you worshipped his godly flesh.

His sceptre hit the floor once with a heavy thud as you pressed your lips together, sucking down on his throbbing cock as he pushed his hips up to meet you, his other hand gripping the throne. He was almost ready to cum, the foreplay of his own magnificence enough to almost push him over the edge.

You lapped your tongue along the underside of his length, feeling him shudder beneath you as you caught him off guard. Hot liquid spurted against the back of your throat, filling up the pockets of empty space not occupied by the meat of his cock as he contained his moans stoically, a series of throaty exhales betraying him as he twitched with intense release.

You looked up at him, bringing a finger to your mouth as you cleaned the errant trails of his seed from your lips. He watched intently with hooded eyes as you sucked it from your digits, his lips pursed in concentration.

“Will that be all, my King?”

His eyes narrowed as he considered your tone, motioning for you to stand.

“A good King rewards his subjects, does he not?” he smirked, his familiar playful gaze sparking behind deep pools of intensity. He reached out for your hand, pulling you swiftly forward as your legs straddled one of his thighs.

“Sit.”

You lowered yourself on to his thick thigh, the skirts of your emerald green dress melting into the fabric of his cloak as your swollen folds met the leather beneath. You moaned involuntarily, placing a palm against Loki’s chest as the other gripped his forearm holding the sceptre.

“Loki…your magic…” you keened, begging him to spare you the shame of your desperate need for relief being heard by the men mere feet away.

He shook his head slowly as a wide grin spread across his features, his dark tone sending jolts of hunger to your aching pussy.

“Then who would ignite the sparks of legend that the King of Asgard can make a woman quake with pleasure without even leaving the throne?”

You moaned wantonly in frustration as he shifted his thigh beneath you, the rough leather gripping your delicate lips as it dragged devastatingly over your clit.

“Oh yes, my Queen…this will do nicely.”

His words made you feral. You began to gyrate your hips slowly against the length of his muscles, the delicious friction sending waves of pleasure through your body as you groaned like an animal.

Your eyes never left his as you felt the orgasmic pressure building within you, Loki’s lustful eye-fucking gaze spurring you on as he relaxed against the back of the throne, enjoying your display.

You were inconsolable. Wanton moans fell from your lips. The sweet aftertaste of his cum rose again on your breath with every pant as you rode your betrothed, throwing your head back as you began claiming your release.

You rutted into the leather, the reddening skin of your thighs screaming as you pressed into his taunt thigh one last time to spin into your climax, gripping his wrist ferociously as a loud moan of his name echoed around the hall.

Two of his fingers found their way under your chin, raising it to meet his softened gaze. You were too overwhelmed to speak, your senses overloaded as he lowered a gentle kiss to your lips.

“Never doubt me again, beloved” he murmured, “…this is only the beginning.”

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[liminalpebble]

Stray: Part 6

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Stray: Part 6

Loki waited patiently in the sepia and golden glow of the cozy little café, then jumped to his feet as he saw you walk in. He stood up, waving and smiling eagerly, welcoming you to a little table for two where candles had been lit and the steaming food had just arrived.

He kissed your hand and pulled your chair out in a bafflingly archaic display of chivalry.

“Th...thank you, Mr...I actually don't think I got your name.”

“Ah! Of course. I'm Henry. Thank you so much for joining me. I hope you don't mind, but I know you don't have much time so I ordered for us in advance.”

“Wow! This looks incredible!” you exclaimed. Your eyes lit up like a child on Christmas as you saw the most scrumptious-looking grilled cheese and tomato soup. “You must have read my mind. I love a grilled cheese and tomato soup on a dreary day.”

Henry gave a wry grin, with a mischievous twinkle in his eye, “Good intuition, I suppose.”

An effervescent giggled escaped your lips. You couldn't believe the absurdity of this situation; sitting here in your uniform, a threadbare sweater over you shoulders, opposite a modern prince charming eating in a cafe far beyond anything you could afford.

“Please,” he said, delighted by your delight, “Dig in.”

You hummed in pleasure as you took a crispy bite of the golden sandwich dipped in the silky soup. You had no idea such a simple meal could be a gourmet cuisine with the right preparation.

Loki's heart fluttered as he looked up to see your doe eyes go wide. “This...this is the best soup I've ever had in my life! Thank you Mr....Thank you, Henry.”

'Henry' nodded his his lovely blond head as he replied, “My pleasure.”

“So,” you began uncertainly, “You seem to have a few accurate impressions of me. May I know a bit more about you?”

“I would venture to say that I don't know nearly enough about you, darling.”

you could feel the blood warming in your cheeks. “I really don't know that there's much to say. Frankly, I'm pretty confused by your attention. You're handsome and suave and...well, I'm sure you know all that. Men like you usually know very well where they stand in those matters. I'd like to know about you beyond that.”

There are no men like me. He thought; a faint hint of his dormant arrogance rearing up. However, he did feel the slightest prick of a wound, not because you mistook him for a simple human, but because you said it with so much suspicion. Although Loki was dying for you to trust him, he couldn't blame you really. He was literally deceiving you right now. You were certainly intelligent enough to be weary of the intentions of attractive men. It was actually admirable. Not everyone could keep their wits about them when the silver-tongued god of charm engaged them.

“I don't think you give yourself enough credit, but I can also see that you don't enjoy talking about yourself.”

“Correct,” you confirmed with a laugh, deflecting. “So...with a lovely accent like that, I'm guessing you aren't from around here?”

“Uh...no,” he said dabbing his face with a napkin. “In my youth I spent a good deal of time in Norway with my family. The people there were very hospitable. Eventually, we migrated to England. Our Scandinavian friends took us with them, in a sense, but that was all a very long time ago and I've traveled around since then. What about you? I'm sure you have an interesting story of your own.”

Hmm. You thought, Undeterred, are you?

Unable to meet his penetrating gaze, you stared into your soup. “Not particularly. I'm from a big city in the Midwest. Came to the coast to get my degrees and I've been here ever since, hoping I could get a career as an academic but clearly...”, you gestured down to your uniform, “that hasn't exactly worked out.”

When you met his eyes again he seemed so sad. “It really is terrible, isn't it? That women face so many barriers. But I do hope things are changing...especially for you.”

You smiled with a tired sort of hope. “Me too. I just keep trying...trying to stay brave and stay kind.”

“Yes...I can see that.” he said with a warm expression. “Don't you miss it? Your hometown. Your friends, family?” After a beat and a quizzical raise of his eyebrows... “Boyfriend?”

You took a sip of your water to delay answering. “No...heh. No boyfriend, and I...don't really have any close friends. The other girls, my coworkers, they invite me out and they're very sweet. Sometimes I go, but I just don't...I don't know...fit in. My family doesn't speak to me. See, I wasn't supposed to go off and get diplomas. I was supposed to get married and make babies, according to them. That wasn't what I wanted, so...”

“Ah,” he said knowingly, “It's never easy when families make us feel like a disappointment for simply following our own compass. Mine does the same.”

Your eyebrows peaked in surprise, “You? A disappointment? Those must be some very odd standards your family has if they consider you a disappointment. I can't wrap my head around that.”

“Nor can I in your situation, dear lady.” He tilted his head thoughtfully, a sadness behind his pretty eyes. “I suppose we're both strays then?”

You nodded pensively. Your itching curiosity finally got the better of you as you asked, “Henry, this will probably sound like a pretty selfish questions, but...What is it about me that you could possibly notice that impressed you enough to do this for me? I just can't understand.”

He took a deep breath and swirled his wine, searching for a way to say something deeply true but wrapped in a lie of omission. Then he said sincerely, “I noticed, on several occasions, that you were kind, and clever, and unique, and funny. Even working in a soulless place that wants to crush that out of you. It takes a quiet kind of strength to remain yourself, and that's a much more challenging feat of strength than the more obvious sorts. Persisting like that is hard. It's one of the hardest things in the universe.”

“Thank you. That's extremely flattering of you to say, and so poetically too, but it can't be that unusual.”

“Believe me, darling. I've been everywhere. I'm older than you'd think. I assure you that it is very very rare.” He leaned closer, those bright eyes never leaving you. “You are very very rare. The only one of your kind,” he said, almost whispering as he gently took your hand.

“Oh! Your poor hands are freezing,” you said cradling his in both of yours and rubbing gently.

Loki chuckled hard with amusement. “Oh sorry darling. It's nothing, I promise. I just tend to run cool. I assure you, it doesn't bother me. I actually quite like crisp weather.”

You kept your palms pressed against his beautiful hand, feeling utterly unable to let go now that you'd had the chance to touch him. To your surprise and delight, his lovely fingers curled around yours.

You were speechless under his spell, only able to think, Say something say something say something goddamn it say something!

“Ah well, you're in the right place then. Chilly and rainy seems to be what this city specializes in. I hate it though,” you added shivering into your ratty sweater. “I get cold so easily.”

You cringed a little, feeling like you'd settled on the dullest kind of small talk. You stared down at your now-empty plates but you could feel his perceptive gaze boring into you. Suddenly, the clock chimed one and you jumped up.

“Oh! I'm so sorry to run off but I really need to clock back in now. Thank you so much, Henry. This was so lovely. Um...can I leave some cash for my part?”

He shook his head in abject confusion. “No! No no. My treat, darling, remember?” he said softly as he rose, helping your into your coat. He was so close. You could smell his fresh cologne again, the press of his large hands as he draped your coat gently over your shoulders. “But, in return, might I be so bold as to ask for your phone number?”

He brought out a little note pad of luxurious green paper and a pen, and you gladly scribbled your name and number on it, hands almost shaking too much to make it legible.

He purred out the syllables of your name with satisfaction, then said, “I'll call you soon?”

You gasped out a breathy, “Yes! Yes please. Thank you for everything.”

He nodded to you as you backed out through the door waving your hand (and bumping into a table). You hustled back to punch the clock, a couple minutes late but still on cloud 9.

----

Loki was feeling equally blissful, sitting for a long moment after you'd left, enjoying the scent of your perfume lingering behind you; violets and lavender. His hand still felt warm from your touch. He had only had one glass of wine, but he was already feeling tipsy from this lovely little time with you. Lost in his thoughts, he hatched another plan to make you smile, and jumped up to complete it before he would have to go back to your shared home and his feline form.

------

As you slid your punch card into the clock the next morning you felt a strange mix of emotions; still high off of your incredible little date and Henry's company, but hesitant to put too much into it. You felt the strain of uncertainty and a very familiar reluctance towards trust. It felt like that long moment of tension when the cart has finished climbing the first hill of a rollercoaster and has yet to plunge. Waiting for either a thrilling or terrifying drop was eating at your usually strong patience.

You weren't sure if he would call that evening. You assumed he wouldn't that night since it had only been a few hours and...what was the etiquette anyway? To wait a few days? You had no idea. Dating was far outside your area of expertise. But you did take comfort in how extra affectionate your little black feline companion was being.

Loki was anxious for you to come home that evening, noticing you were a bit later than usual. You swung in the door all blushing cheeks and smiling, raindrops clinging to your hair and making it glitter, those adorable apples of your cheeks rising in glee. He began to purr you stroked his fur, thrilled to see you again though it had only been a few hours.

“Sorry I'm late, Loki,” you soothed as he meowed pitifully. “I didn't mean to make you nervous. I had to stop at the library.” Looking over to where you had set two thick volumes on the counter, he noted the titles. A History of Norway and Introductory Norwegian.

He grinned irrepressibly (as much as a cat can grin) at the sweet curiosity of his mortal. She wanted so much to learn and to see the world, and of course, also to know a bit more about her dashing stranger. Don't worry, little mortal, he thought, I'll show you such exquisite places over all the nine realms. Loki was actually rather proud of himself that he hadn't technically lied, and learning about Scandinavia would, in fact, teach her a good deal about him and where he had spent so much time on this planet before.

His heart sank, though, as he sat in her lap. His tail twitched anxiously as her eyes kept wondering towards her silent phone and her initial glee turned to frustration. Loki was dying to call her, to alleviate her worries that 'Henry' wasn't interested. She stroked and scritched his shiny coat as she confided in him with a sigh.

“He was so so sweet, Loki. I want to believe him. He seemed sincere, but a man like that? Going for a girl like me? I'm sure he's already forgotten about me and moved on to one of the other hundred names in his little black book.”

“Meow!”

“Yeah, I guess your right. It's not fair for me to judge a book by its cover. He certainly must not be judging me by mine.”

“Merorow!” How can you say that? You're so beautiful...and the more I know about you the more and more beautiful you become.

You smirked and said, “You know, you always holler like that when I'm putting myself down. Thanks for putting a stop to it. Maybe someday I'll get out of the habit.”

-------

Your mind drifted to all of these moments of the day before while you tried your best to pay attention behind your counter, or taking inventory, but you found yourself scattered and day dreaming. You were doing just that when Janet called your name, and you snapped back to the present.

“Janet! Sorry about that.”

Janet chuckled, knowing what lovestruck looked like when she saw it. “Jesus, I was calling your name like four times!”

“Sorry!” you chuckled out, embarrassed. “What's the matter, kid?”

“Well, there's a gift box delivered at reception for you.” She smirked and elbowed you conspiratorially, “seems like you got an admirer.”

You scoffed and rolled your eyes, but you couldn't deny the swell of anticipation you felt as your feet carried you swiftly to the desk.

Waiting for you was a package wrapped in elaborate green and gold paper and tied with a golden bow. A small note with your name written in elegant calligraphy graced the top. You read it with a smile so wide your cheeks began to ache.

Darling,

Thank you for a lovely little meal together. My apologies for not calling. I've been unfortunately terribly occupied with a project and haven't found a private moment. Please know that I think about your lovely voice, and eyes, and demeanor constantly, though. And please accept this small token of my affection. I hate to think of you shivering, and I'd love to help you keep warm.

Sincerely,

Henry

Digging through the tissue paper, you discovered a lusciously soft violet-hued sweater. It was new and perfectly tailored to your size. All you could do for a time was stare at it, mouth agape for a long moment.

Finally Janet made her way up to you, too curious to stay behind for long. She tapped your arm lightly and goaded, “Well! Try it on, princess! I'm swooning for you.”

You giggled. You couldn't help it. You shrugged your ratty gray cardigan off and slid your arms into the softest cashmere you had ever felt. It was perfect, everything about it was perfect; the color exactly suited to your skin tone and preference, the shape tastefully flattering your every curve. You were overwhelmed by a storm of every good feeling; gratitude, affection, glee, excitement. Janet thought to herself that she'd never seen you so glad before, and she was happy for you, deciding that if anyone deserved to be doted on by a dashing prince it really was you.

“Wow. Honey, if he has a brother, promise you'll let me know?” the younger lady asked, and you both giggled.

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#lokitty #loki fanfic #D.B. Cooper Loki #pre thor 1 loki #loki fluff #loki x reader

[worstloki]

does anyone else think it's really funny that MCU Loki has such a lack of genuine friends that to pretend there were some at some point involves creating original characters

#and it's usually women characters too isn't that hilarious #like 'uhhh yeah Loki had friends pre-Thor 1. such as.... uhhm. Amora. Sigyn. Lorelei? Angrboda!' #and then Sif and Loki end up with the most complex relationship out of Loki and the other warriors 3 #bro was so friendless everyone agreed to carry over characters not even in the MCU just so he can have some

[ijuststareatstuffhereok89]

I see you hate Sylvie so much and the Loki TV show too. why?

Okay, lemme break it down into a final, once-and-for-all peace speaking on the issue of the series and Sylvie. I'll try to make this as painless as possible.

1- Looking at it beyond the surface, she's not really interesting. The term 'Mary Sue' gets thrown around a lot with Sylvie, and I kind of have to agree. She seems to be little more than a trope checklist. -Sad background that motivates her actions? Check. -Deep down she just wants to be loved? Check. -Inexplicable instant "chemistry" with the male lead? Check. -She's just so super special and important? Check.

But even so, there have been others with similar Sue-ish backgrounds that the MCU has managed to make into pretty decent characters, like Scarlet Witch in WandaVision. Arguably, both characters share some traits, but the writers of Wanda (at least before Multiverse of Mehhness) clearly knew how to bring those ideas into a twisted story of learning how to confront the past and to mourn with a character who still had something to learn.

In contrast, Sylvie really doesn't have any flaws to turn into a deep character study, does she? I think that's her second-biggest detriment (see below for the biggest). A good character is never perfect. A good character had flaws, wants, drives, and other things that make them imperfect but relatable. Sylvie is incredibly unrelatable.

Truly I believe she was written for the stans as a self-insert. She isn't even a decent one. I read fanfics on here with amazing examples of a good insert character, so it clearly can be done. Again, Sylvie ain't it.

2- Sylvie's existence both mocks the comics as well as Norse mythology as a whole. Most of us anti-sylkis know this already, but in Norse mythology AND the Marvel canon that goes beyond the MCU, Loki has had several lovers and wives. Loki married and had three children with Angreboda, and then went on to have twins with wife Sigyn. In the comics, he also had a lover named Amora the Enchantress (which we ALMOST got in the MCU before her cameo was cut). Any one of these three would've made a fantastic romantic plot for Loki if the MCU *really* had the compulsion to go that route.

Alas, instead, the MCU kind of bastardized Amora, Sigyn, as well as another character from the comics named Sylvie, and combined them into TV!Sylvie. This not only means we will likely never see Amora or Sigyn in the MCU, it means they were replaced by an inferior on the same level as Randy from That 70s Show, who was also a sucky character created for the fans as an amalgamation of pre-existing characters.

3- She's just another in a long line of Loki-abusers. Like, does she ever comfort him after all he does for her? Does she even really listen to him? Because from what I saw there was just a lot of this happening between them:

Jesus, lady. What has he done to make you such a jerk to him? I get you're supposed to be a #GuuurlBoss but that doesn't mean "be a total cunt to a man whenever you feel like it."

After all this time, if we really had to have a Loki character study series, why doesn't he get some respite from the fact that basically everyone he knows has either been cryptic and mysterious to him at best, and hostile/violent/malicious to him at worst?

THIS is probably the single biggest reason I loathe Sylvie. We're suppose to believe she's just being Miss Independent when she's really just bringing the poor god down even more than most. I feel like if she met Thor, he'd get upset at seeing how she treats him, and he'd be confused by how easily Loki just accepts it all.

4- I'm becoming more convinced Tom's only doing the show out of obligation, and that his creativity is being tossed aside for the sake of the series. I normally don't like to speculate like some others do, but with more people (like Zoe Saldana) coming out and saying they felt repeatedly stifled by the MCU's yuckity-yucks in terms of character development, I definitely believe they're telling Tom to shut up and read the script. I mean, the guy probably knows as much Norse/Loki mythology as any scholar by this time, and he seems to be a really creative person by nature. They're tossing out a whole trove of potential.

I get he's got a family now and he needs to bring in some bacon, but 1- he and his fiancee are both prolific actors who could probably get any roles they wanted. Hell, Zawe's about to enter the MCU herself when The Marvels come out later this year. If she has a larger role in the next few phases, I hope to god they treat her better than they've treated Tom and Zoe and other actors. But I doubt it. 2- he's probably already richer than God

He's almost certainly trapped by contractual obligations at this point, and that fucking sucks, and yes, I blame the tv show for this.

So, in conclusion: this really is a train wreck of a show hidden behind a lot of smoke and mirrors. I'm not sorry to say it. Sylvie lacks any kind of genuine depth, and the writers seem both lost on where to take Loki's character arcs, and not interested.

#anti sylvie #anti sylki #anti loki series #tom hiddleston #zawe ashton

[aurorawest]

Thoughts on the popular fandom take that loki never killed anyone pre thor 1?

Well, it's not my head canon, but I guess it doesn't make me roll my eyes too hard. I find it incredibly unlikely that Loki had never killed anyone before for two reasons: 1) Asgard is a warrior culture and we have canon references to battles that Thor and the W4 have been in. Occam's Razor here—it's reasonable to believe Loki fought in those battles too, even if he isn't explicitly mentioned. And 2) Tom Hiddleston does not play the battle on Jotunheim like it's Loki's first time killing someone. Loki is presented in that scene as a highly competent fighter.

"But Aurora!" you might say. "That was just the adrenaline! Later, killing someone for the first time would hit him!" And while sure, that may be true (I have never killed anyone or been in combat so I can't offer any firsthand experience), the popular portrayal of a soldier's first time taking a life is that it's a very difficult moment. If Loki was just caught up in the battle, driven by adrenaline, and we were supposed to believe it was his first time killing anyone, wouldn't Branagh have given us a scene of Loki struggling with that? Because we get quite a few scenes of Loki struggling with things after returning from Jotunheim...killing Jotuns in combat isn't one of those things.

If we're going to go down the "Loki never killed anyone pre-Jotunheim battle" road, let's think about point 2 for a second. What does that say about Loki that he's never killed anyone before, and suddenly he does, and it doesn't appear to bother him in the slightest? When we see that so many other things bother Loki quite a bit? If you want to head canon Loki as a sensitive soul who hates killing, you're actually undermining it by insisting Loki hasn't ever killed before.

And as someone who does head canon Loki as a sensitive soul who hates killing, my head canon is that he's been in multiple battles and wars, that he despises it, but that he's learned to shove those feelings down.

You know, now that I've written this whole thing, I think I'm rolling my eyes at people head canoning that Loki's never killed pre-Thor 1, after all.

#Anonymous #loki meta #loki head canon #loki #thor 1

[thot-son-of-odin]

I feel like the worst few years of Thors life pre thor 1 were those few years where loki hit puberty first and shot up in high which meant he was taller and consequently made a ton of jokes about being the “bigger brother”

#Thor: ha ha :’) #Thor that night in his room: *sobbing* #thor #loki #thor and loki

[divine-knight-hand]

I don’t like to use the f-word, but let’s be real, we all have our preferences. Here’s a list of all my favorite fics! The ones I cherish closest to me. The ones I never fail to come back to. Each fic on this list scratched a certain itch in my brain, and I didn't want to risk losing them.

This is honestly for my own reference, but I figured I’d share the wealth. You’re welcome in advance~

*These are also listed in no particular order!!!*

Key: ☁️ - Fluff ❤️ - Smut (18+ only!!!) 🌐 - Only on AO3

❤️ Desire’s Last Defense by @give-me-a-moose

Relationship: Loki x Female Reader Words: 4,063 Summary: When Loki gifted you a new flower to research, neither of you knew what to expect.

❤️🌐 In Flames by HollynRed

Relationship: Loki x Female Reader Words: 3,273 Summary: Loki goes into heat when you are unprepared. Tags: Mating Cycles/In Heat, Loki (Marvel) Feels, Oral Sex, Vaginal Sex, Needy Loki, Pre-Thor (2011), Asgardian Reader (Marvel), Sweet Loki (Marvel), Soulmates, You've been together for centuries and this happens sometimes, Fluff and Smut, Porn With Plot, Porn with Feelings, One Shot, Asgardian Magic (Marvel), Sex, Romance

❤️ Devoted by @superficialdomina

Pairing: Loki x Female Reader Words: 2456 Prompts: Rooftop, rain Warnings: Smut. 18+; minors DNI. Sub!Loki x Domme!reader; established D/s relationship. P in V. One slap. Loki is a good boy.

❤️ Lesson Not Learnt by @fandxmslxt69

Pairing: Loki x Female Reader Word Count: 3.9k Summary: Despite how many times Loki told you to behave yourself before this party, you couldn't help causing a little bit of trouble. (or, alternatively, friendly flirting with Matt causes Loki to flip out and fuck you to heaven and back) Warnings: Loki he's a warning. SMUT SMUT SMUT LIKE FILTHY SMUT. Swearing, a lot of sex, like a lot lot, um...oral (m and f receiving), praise a LOT of degradation (dont look at me like that) umm. Literally just. Smut okay disgusting filthy stuff

❤️ Poker Face (Part 1 of These Wicked Games) by @mochie85

Pairing: Loki x Female Reader Word Count: 1.7K Summary: Will you win a game of strip poker against the god of mischief? Warnings: Explicit. No details of smut, but heavily implied.

❤️ Unnamed Laundry Fic by @x-emoloverofthings-x

Pairing: Michael Afton x Female Reader Words: 1,263 Tags: EXPLIXIT Content, 18+, Female! Reader, Creampie (this is a work if fiction, practice safe sex and use condoms yall), Michael you perv ;)

#fic recs #smut fanfiction #fluff fanfic #fluff #smut #loki laufeyson #loki x reader #marvel #marvel fanfic #marvel smut #michael afton #michael afton x reader #five nights at freddy's #fnaf fanfic #fnaf smut

[magpie-murder]

LITERALLY gay ppl. Upcoming spoilers for where mischief lies for anyone reading!!

When Theo and Loki both wished they could make the other accepted I wept. When Loki revealed he had the stones my mouth fell open and I had to put the book down. When Loki started his whole monologuing on how he caught Amora I needed a moment to be gay. This book has made me feel so many things and also the portrayal of Thor was so good because I feel it showed how much Odin really fucked up the relationship with him and Loki. Thor and Loki are brothers and Thor supported his brother when it didn't mean facing his father's wrath and the book just does this so well. The little moments of Thor going to apologize just after he threw Loki under the bus because with their father it's always "it's him or me"

i absolutely love all the asks about lwml, by the way ! i have not been doing so good lately and it's really nice to be able to discuss this book, it genuinely helps a lot

below the cut: spoilery ramble about the relationship between thor and loki pre-mcu (as shown in loki: where mischief lies) and how odin's abuse ripped apart and isolated the both of them

(rebloggers please do not tag as thorki)

oh my god the scene where thor throws loki under the bus... i could talk about that scene for HOURS.

this book gives so much nuance to thor as well, even though he's absent for the bulk of the plot. i absolutely adore it. and it's absolutely no wonder that loki ended up the way that he did, when he couldn't even find safety in his relationship with his own brother.

despite the fact that it was fucked up of him to do, and despite how deeply hurtful it was, it made so much sense for thor to do. and the implication that he is, on some level, just as afraid of odin as loki is, to the point that he'd be that quick to avoid sharing the blame??

thor KNOWS how poorly odin is willing to treat loki, and neither of them have the full picture, so he doesn't entirely understand WHY. it makes sense that he'd be terrified of odin, and i think that fact makes it hurt even more that he wouldn't protect loki in that moment. all loki had ever known from odin was being repeatedly and ruthlessly reminded that he is the second choice and the black sheep, and thor knows this on a deep enough level that he's terrified of being treated the same way, but he couldn't give loki aid at his own expense

i Love, Love, Love how impressive this book makes their mcu character arcs from Thor 1 through Dark World. even loki's death feels so heartbreaking, knowing how few moments in his life were spent having thor's full support, and he decided to give his life to save his brother anyway.

it makes their scenes in Avengers 1 so much more emotional to me. because loki, canonically under the influence of the mind stone, AND directly post-suicide attempt, is not at all in his right mind. i cannot imagine how it felt for thor, seeing him in that state. especially since that may have been one of the first times in his life that he wasn't afraid to protect loki, because for once, he was not having to protect him against ODIN. i assume the entire thing brought a LOT of thor's compartmentalized feelings about loki's position in his life to the surface.

god. this book really rekindled my love for these characters

#váli.txt #ask and ye shall be answered #loki #loki where mischief lies #loki: where mischief lies #lwml #thor #brodinsons #thor odinson #loki laufeyson #loki friggason #loki odinson #thor and loki