#pre-thor 1

[lokigodofmyheart]

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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Stray: Part 10 and Epilogue

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Stray: Part 10

Loki and Frigga sat across from each other in her private parlor. The younger prince was tapping his foot and fiddling with his hair nervously as he asked, “Are you sure she'll be okay? This must all be so overwhelming for her.”

Frigga smiled placidly and reached out her hand to hold her son's, stilling his restless movements. “She'll be more than fine. They'll take very good care of her. You have my word.”

Frigga let the silence settle for a moment before she said. “I'm glad to meet her. Surprised, but glad nonetheless. I can see why you are so taken with her. She has a good heart...a grateful heart.”

Loki sighed, trying to hide the depth of his feelings in front of the one person whom he could never fool. “You've met many of the men and women I'd grown fond of over the years. Is this so different for you?” he asked, trying to sound nonchalant as he eased back into his chair, crossing his long legs, and stroking a finger pensively over his lips.

Frigga nodded, “For you, yes. It's very different. Or rather, you are very different. It's never been anything...real...before, has it? I've never really seen you in love before.”

“What makes you think I'm in love?”

“Love...real love...makes us all spill open a little, and I can see it. She has melted some of that ice around your heart. I didn't think it possible.”

“So you've been watching me, Mother?” he said with a smirk, which Frigga mirrored.

“Perhaps, a bit. I thought it best to let things unfold naturally. But I think the time has come to involved myself. Come with me.”

He followed her to a corner of her study, to a golden chest, where she reached in to lift out a glowing golden apple. “Do you love her, my son? Do you want a lifetime with her? Our lifetime...surpassing her own.”

He took a deep fortifying breath. “I do. So much...so much that it feels like a sort of insanity, a madness. Now that I've known her care and companionship, I can't imagine the remainder of my life without her.”

Frigga grinned and her eyes welled slightly, “Then offer her this. Help her become one of us. Help her learn and explore everything your curious minds crave. Have your adventures with your beloved for eons to come.”

Loki smiled, but just as quickly, it faded and he looked down, eyebrows furrowed with worry. “But Mother, what if she says 'no'? What if she refuses me...now or centuries from now? What if I don't deserve her? What if...”

Frigga put a finger to his mouth to silence him, “Loki, that is how love works. You risk, and you trust and you doubt and you fear, for the sake of another person. It's not a tournament to be won. It's a leap of faith.”

Without any further words, but with tears in both of their eyes, they embraced each other tightly as the prince whispered to his mother, “thank you.”

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Loki found his human in lavish chambers, adorned in a fine Asgardian gown, and charming half a dozen ladies in waiting with your disarming demeanor. You were twirling around in the voluminous dress with a big smile, like a little girl. You were startled and blushed a little when you realized he was standing there.

“Whew! You scared me! I didn't hear you coming.”

He chuckled, offering his widest, most charming smile. His heart was bursting out of his chest at the mere sight you. “Apologies, darling. No one ever does. You look absolutely ravishing, my lovely princess,” he declared as he spun you around in his arms. He set you down lightly then held both of your hands in his.

You gave him a worried look. “What...what's wrong. Have you been crying?” you asked gently, holding your warm palm to his cheek.

“Yes. Yes I have, but they are tears of the greatest joy. I have to ask you something very important.”

He gestured the ladies away, leaving the two of you alone. You nodded, and felt the breath stop in your throat. The world came to a stand still as you wondered what he was about to say. Loki's hand gleamed green then a radiant flawless golden apple appeared in his hands. “I want to offer you a bite of this apple. If you eat of it, you will have a life as long as mine, become a goddess by my side for ages as we traverse the universe. I can't imagine a life without you...without your love and kindness and cleverness and care and your laugh and the look of joy and gratitude in your eyes when you I've pleased you. I love you...so much. Will you do me the honor of spending eternity with me?”

Giddy excitement shot up like a rocket within you, making your cheeks piping hot and bringing tears to your eyes as you met his intense ones of aquamarine. “I...I don't deserve this.” was the first thought that escaped your lips.

“Darling...you deserve all of this and more,” Loki said, pulling you close to kiss you warmly and softly, holding your face in his careful elegant hands. “Please, be my princess.”

“Yes...yes....yes! I love you, too. Yes,” was all you could say, breathing out the words over and over again as you nodded vehemently. Loki interrupted this stream of affirmation by meeting your lips again, taking his time to taste you. It would be your last kiss with him as a mere mortal.

When you finally took a bite of that otherworldly golden apple, it was the sweetest fruit you had ever tasted; almost as sweet and divine as the destiny ahead of you, almost as sweet and divine as the god holding you.

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Epilogue

It was a gleaming bright white December morning in Seattle. Rather than rain, ice had dominated every inch of the terrain and snow glistened off the buildings. It was so cold, you thought, but at least it was sunny for a change. As you stood on the balcony of the most luxurious hotel the city had to offer, you were grateful to have this as your final memory of your city (at least for awhile). The sun was shining on you, as bright and fresh as your new life.

In another part of town, a small apartment stood clean and empty, ready for the stories of someone else's life to fill it. A polite letter and the final month's rent were dropped quietly into the landlord's mailbox. All your beloved books, records, and anything else you wanted to hang onto was tucked away, safe and sound, in what Loki called his “pocket universe”. You considered just letting go of everything you owned, pondered the appeal of a blank slate, but Loki dissuaded you. He begged you to keep your records. He wanted to dance with you to the soundtrack of your love's origin story over and over again. He could be sentimental that way.

It felt good to tie up loose ends. You made sure a gracious letter of resignation made its way to Mr. Mullen. Although Loki insisted it was far more polite than what that worm deserved, you were determined to take the high road, and he loved you all the more for that.

The last loose end was your favorite to tie up, and you did so with a big golden ribbon. Janet found a gift and an envelope tucked under the cash register that morning; her name gracing the front in elegant calligraphy. The note was a simple one.

Janet, you are always worthy. You are so young, and I know you're afraid and uncertain, but you will grow and do great things. I know it. I've run off with my prince charming. I hope to see you again someday. All my love. P.S. The gift is something to keep you warm.

Janet read it with tears in her eyes, then she opened the package to find a soft blue scarf. She held it tightly against herself. She was a little startled when her first customer of the day asked her a question, and hurried to dry her eyes.

“Oh! Sir, I'm so sorry! How can I help you?”

She looked up to see the largest man she had ever seen smiling brightly at her as his stunning blue eyes met hers. “I'm so sorry, dear lady. I hope you're not in distress. I wonder if you might aide me in selecting a 'tie'.”

He nodded his head of long blonde hair and took her hand to kiss it.

Janet's eyes went as wide as they could go in shock, and then she giggled uncontrollably, thinking, Jeez, maybe Henry does have a brother after all.

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Loki stepped lightly over to you as he adjusted his tie and smoothed out the crisp lines of his black suit. “Almost ready, darling?” he asked in his dulcet baritone, as he came up behind you to kiss your bejeweled neck.

“Almost. Can you help me with this zipper?” You asked, giving up your struggle with the very smartly tailored traveling dress. It was a dream of soft royal purple that hugged all of your curves well (which delighted your prince). You'd swear he helped you pick out the ones with zippers in the back just so he had an excuse to do this.

Loki came up close behind you and kissed your cheek. As he deftly slid the pull all the way up he said, “Of course, but you know I enjoy sliding you out of this oh so much more.”

You both let out a mischievous chuckle then kissed sweetly, sighing with satisfaction. He helped you into your pea coat, hat and gloves, before donning his own. Opening the hotel room door for you to exit ahead of him, he said with his biggest dimpled grin, “Ready?”.

You nodded and took his offered arm. “Yes, but where are we going?”

As your polished dress shoes clicked down the hallway side by side, Loki slid his other hand in his pocket, holding tightly to a tattered green loop of leather with his name written on it. He felt his heart warm as he said, meeting your eyes, “Wherever you'd like. The sky's the limit, my love.”

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End Note: My dear sweet readers, I can't thank you enough for all of the love and comments and sharing and feedback. And a big thank you to @mischief2sarawr for the idea request. I fell into this story because I really really needed some softness and love and fluff right now. I hope those of you who read this in need of the same thing have found that comfort too. Sending you all of my love and gratitude, Peb.

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

[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

[void-knights]

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. 

#Dashingfrost #dashingfrost fanfic #Loki x Fandral #Fandral x Loki #LokixFandral #FandralxLoki #Loki/Fandral #Fandral/Loki #Loki fanfic #Loki #Loki odinson #Pre-Thor 1 Loki #Fandral #Fandral Fanfic

[hainethehero]

Steve Rogers Trauma: A TED TALK

Why is it that any kind of commentary/analysis on Steve Roger's trauma has to be met with comparisons to Bucky or Tony's trauma? Or most of the fanfics I read completely gloss over Steve's trauma?

Some of y'all legit do not care or are blind to Steve Roger's trauma throughout the Captain America & Avengers films and it shows. And this isn't hate to any fanfic writers but rather an observation of most stucky and stony fanfics which seem to minimize Steve's character & trauma in favour of highlighting their fave's. And of course it's fine that people want to write about Bucky or Tony or even Nat's trauma, but MOST TIMES* I've read these fics and they all have an intentional disregard for Steve's traumas.

And this speaks to the wider discourse around Tony, Bucky & Steve- the three characters most written about in mcu fanfics.

Because why is it that anytime I bring up Steve's PTSD or his illnesses or the hell he would've gone through pre-serum, people always HAVE to add in their 2cents about, "well yeah & Bucky went through worse." Like.???? No, I'm not talking about him.

I absolutely love Bucky and he's one of my favourite characters in both the comics and the MCU but, respectfully, this ain't about him.

I'm talking about Steve and his life. The crap he would've had to deal with both in public and at home. Especially the horrors both he and Sarah would've gone through because of Joseph Rogers who was a terrible person and an alcoholic who beat up on his wife and sickly kid.

And even post-serum when he's completely healthy and living in the future now, I'm still seeing popular narratives about "Yeah he's alive now & hasn't gone through half of what Bucky's endured over the past 70yrs." OR "He's had it easy compared to Bucky who was being tortured by HYDRA."

Um, no one's saying Bucky's treatment under HYDRA was a good thing??? But we're talking about Steve here, not Bucky?

And how he was literally frozen in a state of purgatory & how traumatic it would feel to be ripped out of it and then basically thrown to the new world on your ass without any kind of therapy or help. Most people make it seem like Steve was in a Sleeping Beauty kind of sleep and then woke up completely fine. And I will admit the MCU has been the main culprit of that narrative because they deleted so many scenes that humanized Steve Rogers, that now the gen pop thinks:

he's perfectly fine

has zero trauma

should complain about nothing

hasn't had it hard like Bucky or Tony

is a lesser hero because of all of the above

I recently had a convo with a friend & we were talking abt the scene in Avengers 1 when they were all at each other's throats. And they said that Tony was right about Steve being a laboratory experiment & everything special about him came out of a bottle. And I'm like... yeah nah, that's the lazy ass writing that Whedon perpetuated that now makes Steve one of the most misunderstood heroes & people in the MCU. Because he was special before the serum because of his consideration of others. He was special because not only did he hate bullies, but he also went out of his way to protect those that couldn't protect themselves KNOWING what that confrontation might cost him as a chronically sick person. Tony needed a whole ass arc about literally witnessing & living first hand what his weapons were doing to innocents like Yinsen & his people, to change his ways. Steve didn't have, nor did he need any of that to make him special. (AND BEFORE THE TONY STANS COME FOR ME, I LOVE TONY, HE'S LITERALLY ONE OF MY FAVES IN THE MARVEL COMICS & MCU) But this hatred for Steve is ridiculous.

And once again, it's the MCUs fault because they made Tony the ultimate hero of the Avengers at the expense of Steve Rogers' character. Him being able to prove he was "worthy" all along by lifting Thor's hammer was a cheap payoff in the end, much like the entirety of Endgame was. Thanks for coming to my Ted talk.

#steve rogers #captain america #james bucky barnes #bucky barnes #tony stark #iron man #the winter soldier #marvel mcu #mcu #joss whedon #pre serum steve #pre serum stucky #post serum steve #stucky #stony #fanfic #ao3 #mcu discourse #steve rogers discourse #steve rogers is innocent #he did nothing wrong

[thorweek2024]

Is this for our benefit? Yes, absolutely, but who cares: THOR WEEK 2024!

What is it?: A week long fest that's all about Thor

Timing: The fest will run from Feb 1st to Feb 8th!

Who can participate?: Anyone!!! There's no signing up required!

Any rules?: The rules are simple, your fanwork has to be Thor-centric. That's it! Any pairing is accepted, no pairings are accepted too. You can make as many or as few fanworks as you desire*.

There's prompts for every day, but there's no need to follow them, they're only for inspiration! Feel free to do them in any order, or not at all!

*Your fanworks can be any genre, any length, any rating, sfw, nsfw, anything at all, as long as it's about Thor. Please make sure to properly tag with all warnings and ratings though!

Find the prompts under the cut!

1. Thor gets hurt but it’s ok because he also gets comfort (hurt/comfort)

2. Pre Thor 1

3. Norse inspired

4. Comics focused

5. Jotun Thor

6. Role reversal/inverted trope

7. Modern au

#thor #thor odinson #thor mcu #thorweek2024 #marvel thor

[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.”

#loki #dark loki #dark!loki #au #drabble #loki x reader #series #snake eyes #mcu #marvel #thor #avengers

[tepkunset]

Rating all* the Hellfire Gala 2023 Outfits in my Correct Opinion

*At least, all that I can find, because Marvel decided fuck making that easy in a little book or a single post like last year.

(Long post alert!)

Iceman, I love most of this look. The accented orange is perfect for the mostly blue look, and I love that he has a matching earring for his cuff-links. Such a nice touch! But those rubber boots, man... those rubber boots ruin it for me. 8/10

Fisk is giving off some Doctor Doom vibes with this outfit. I love the regalness of it, especially the golden leaves behind the ear. 9/10

??? I'm not sure who this is, but their outfit looks like they're going to a Halloween party rather than a gala. 3/10

Emma, oh my god, YES. Almost always delivering, and this is definitely one of those cases! 10/10

Xavier... I hate to say it, but I genuinely love this look. He's bringing major space man vibes, and it's super elegant at the same time. 9/10

Bishop doesn't even get points for effort. He got a red suit then slapped some belts on it. Boring as fuck. 1/10

I was about to write another "???" because I had no idea who this was, until it occurred to me that I think this is supposed to be Scarlet Witch? Except she is super duper whitewashed, so I did not even recognize her. Auto-failure regardless of the look. 0/10

Proteus looks moderately snazzy, but out of the Five is the least interesting in my opinion. 3/10

Egg has a cool coat, but those balls around his neck are way too big and awkward. 4/10

Hope looks a little like a fairy princess here, and I like that! 7/10

Tempus looks like she's going to a prom more than a gala, and I don't know what's going on with that giant shoulder piece. Did Cable lend it to her or something? 4/10

Elixir, my golden boy, is embracing the shiny and I love it! 9/10

Exodus seems to be trying out a new costume rather than a gala look, but in terms of style, it's fine. 5/10

Vision's outfit is as boring as he is. 1/10

Miles, holy shit. Miles should be giving lessons to everyone else on how to actually make a suit look unique! Bishop, take notes. 9/10

Old Laura looks like she's dressed for a gothic funeral more than a gala, but at least that's to her style rather than some crazy OOC look. So, points for that. 5/10

T'Challa... I. Am. Swooning. I know he's not a king right now but damn does he ever look like it in this outfit. The beautiful patterns and complimentary colours, holy shit. 10/10

Synch has certainly done way better in the past. It's just a plain black suit without a shirt, for fuck sake. 2/10

Captain Marvel looks like she's a marching bad, lol. The stars in the hair are a nice touch, though. 3/10

Jean's look is, I know, divisive. I've seen some people say they adore this design, and some people say they hate it. I'm personally on the fence. I think it would be better without the stupid helmet, that's for sure. And I think it looks a little too much like an Emma Frost design, if you were to just colour it white. 5/10

Fantomex? Where the fuck have you been? Anyway, he literally just looks like he always looks but with some sunglasses lmfao. 0/10

Dylan looks like a moody teen as ever, lol. I do like the black and white though. 6/10

Black Cat... Like I said, I like black and white together, but this is giving me too much Cruella de Vil vibes. 4/10

Mary Jane just picked up an evening gown off the rack I guess. 2/10

Firestar, I think? Not actually positive if it's her. Anyway, the sleeves are a bit too much for me, but I love the fiery frills on the cape. 5/10

Thor looks so ugly here lmfao I'm sorry but I hate this look. It's way too clunky. 0/10

At first I thought this was Kwannon, but then I remembered seeing panels and I believe it's Kitty/Kate. Anyway, I like the lace-up boots and I like the frills. 7/10

Hellcat looks like she's took some inspiration from a wrestler's pre-fight look, and I like that. It's simplistic but just enough stylish to pass. 6/10

Nova, going with a tits out look as well I see. I like the feathered shoulder pads, and I like the skirt. 6/10

Moon Knight, oh my god, I have a strong feeling it was Steven who pulled the strings to get a gala look, because there's no fucking way Marc or Jake would be caught dead there. Anyway, this is exactly the type of vibe I would expect from MK, maybe even a bit more playful than that with the mesh part of the top. And I really like it up until the strange boots. He and Iceman must've compared notes or something. Still, 8/10

Psylocke - now THIS is Kwannon for sure! I like the classical ninja meets evening gown look, and I like that she's sexy but not to the point of being objectified, which is a refreshing change for how artists often treat her. 8/10

Destiny and Mystique I will rate together because the score is the same: A what the fuck level of 0/10.

Forge looks fucking awesome, especially compared to last year. I love the fringe and the scarf and the jewellery and the cane... it's a complete look that gives me great vibes. 8/10

Cyclops, come on, man. You can do better than this, can't you? He looks like Mister Sinister dressed him or something. 1/10

Cuckoos look like they stepped off the set of Tron: Legacy. Or a Daft Punk concert. Not complaining to be clear, this look fucks. 10/10

#hellfire gala #x men #marvel comics #meta

[thewritersaddictions]

Kinktober 2023 Master List

Welcome to the 2023 Kinktober Master List

A/n- Don't interact if you're under the age of 18+. Read the tags for each post. This is all for fun. Reblog and like for this next year.

Word Count: 26,091 k

Kinktober 2023 Tag List Link

Day 1: Geralt R. + Marco/Mirco

Day 2: Billy H. + Titfucking

Day 3: Homelander + Hate Sex

Day 4: Soldier Boy + Prostitution

Day 5: Daryl D. + Sweat

Day 6: Steve R. + Frottage  

Day 7: Rick G. + Virginity (Pre-Outbreak) 

Day 8: Tony S. + Breeding

Day 9: Billy B. + Lacation/Stripping

Day 10: Damon S. + Praise Kink

Day 11: Spencer R. + Humiliation

Day 12: Stefan S. + Somnophila

Day 13: Thor O. + Size Diff

Day 14: Leon S. K. + Orgasm Denial

Day 15: Jill V. + Temperature Play

Day 16: Maggie G. + Public/Gags

Day 17: Steddie & Y/n + Threesome

Day 18: Yennefer + Spanking

Day 19: Hopper + Uniform

Day 20: Lady D. + Body Mode/Mind Control

Day 21: Ada W. + Panties /Lingerie

Day 22: Bucky B. + Thigh Sex

Day 23: Negan S. + 6/9

Day 24: Klaus M. + Toys

Day 25: Joel M. + Pregnancy

Day 26: Steve H. + Masturbastion

Day 27:  Albert W. + Double Penetration

Day 28: Aaron H. + Daddy, Body Worshipping

Day 29: Karl H. + Breathplay

Day 30: Elijah M. + Over Stimulation

Day 31: Eddie M. + Costumes

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[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

[liminalpebble]

Stray: Part 4

Masterlink

Stray: Part 4

After the poor human cried herself to sleep, she fidgeted restlessly as she napped. Somewhere in the fog of your stress dreams you heard the most beautiful voice; deep and silky and soothing. It said, “Oh darling, how dare he make you feel this way! You're so clever and unique and kind....and beautiful. Sweet mortal, I think you're the most beautiful creature I've ever met. Sweet dreams, little mortal. Just rest. We'll find a way.”

Loki was shocked when you said “thank you” as if you had heard him. He was certain his words only came out as a purr. Realizing this potential for communication, the great schemer of Asgard began to hatch plans as you rested; a plan to know you better and a plan to help you. But for now the little cat just grabbed the throw blanket (a difficult task when done with teeth rather than hands), dragging it up around you to keep you warm in the autumn chill. He summoned his magic with a green glow of his paw and rested it on your temple. Loki decided it was time for you to meet his true form; even if it would only be in dreams.

You had never had a lucid dream before, and the novelty of it stunned you. The storm clouds of your nightmares parted, giving way to a bright scene. An ornate bed cradled you in some kind of ancient palace. Everything felt so real; the sensation of your bare feet on the chilly marble floor, the warm sunshine and spring breeze fluttering in from the balcony doors, the shuffling of silk sheets as you rose to observe your surrounding. You walked gingerly towards the balcony and saw a lovely statuesque man with sleek black hair standing there, looking out over the landscape. His long green cloak billowed in the wind as he turned his broad shoulders to face you with a fond knowing smirk.

You had the vague sense that this man could be very dangerous if he wanted to be, and yet you didn't feel fear, especially when he smiled with a kindness that reached his large aquamarine eyes. Those preternatural eyes...they seemed so familiar but in your dreamy state of mind, you couldn't quiet place them.

“Hello, darling mortal,” he said in that alluring baritone.

“Your...your voice. I just heard it before. Didn't I?” you said, drowsily, not in full control of you mental capacities.

“Yes,” he said with an amused smile, and you could swear his paper-pale skin was blushing. This man who looked like a prince from a fantasy novel seemed nervous around you. You thought to yourself that that absolutely must be some dream logic at work.

You glanced around in disbelief, “I know this is a dream, but damn...my brain is really doing something strange here, conjuring you up, Prince Charming.” You reached up to touch his cheek as if not quite sure such a beautiful man could exist, even in a dream. Exploring, you stroked your fingers over the contours of his face, eyes wide with awe. He looked utterly shocked by your touch on his skin. Loki didn't expect that schoolboy giddiness to bubble up within him. You had stroked his fur so many times, but never his true face and the intimacy of it was overwhelming. He never wanted you to stop. He wanted that small hand warming his cold cheek forever.

You, however, saw the shock in his eyes and jumped back, putting your hands up in surrender. “Sorry! Sorry! That was rude. I didn't mean to scare you...” Then you huffed out a breath and put your hands on your hips, mumbling, “I'm going crazy. I'm apologizing to a gorgeous figment of my imagination.”

Loki smiled his most stunning broad smile and chuckled a deep velvety laugh of pure amusement. He stepped closer saying, “Oh you are even more delightful this way...but, pardon me, where are my manners? I am Loki, Prince of Asgard,” he said kissing your hand. Those exquisite eyes never lost contact with your own as if, of all the beauty in this room, you were the most fascinating thing.

“L...Loki...Loki as in, the Norse god of mischief...”

“Brother of Thor, son of Odin and Frigga. The very same, dear lady.”

“Wow...” you said in an awed whisper, “Look at you! You're...gorgeous. You're like a sculpture.”

He laughed at that. “Thank you, darling. You are so adorable when you're in a state of abject wonder. This is a new side of you and I quite like it,” he declared as he stroked his long cool fingers through your sleep tousled hair.

Just that small touch felt so pleasant that it nearly derailed your entire train of thought, and his. “Wait...wait...a new side? Do we know each other, uh...Your Highness. Is that what I should call you?”

“You, my dear, should just use my name. I love the sound of it from your lips. In a sense, we do know each other, but that will all become clear in time. Please, trust me.”

“The God of Lies is asking me to trust him?,” you said with a skeptical arch of your eyebrow.

He laughed. “I assure you, darling, the irony isn't lost on me.”

“This...this is too much...I feel so foggy. What is this? This is a dream, right? You're not real. Why does it feel so real? What...”

Hearing the mounting distress in your voice, he placed the pad of his finger lightly against your lips, and whispered, “Shhh, shhhh, Shhh, darling, all in good time. There's nothing to worry about. Come here.”

He gestured his lovely hand for you to come closer, close enough to hold. You hesitated. You'd never been a hugger, but perhaps the buffer of dreaming allowed you to feel comfortable with and hungry for touch..especially from him. He wrapped an arm around you and urged you to put your tired head on his shoulder as a deeper haze enveloped you. As he enchanted you into a deeper restful state you could smell his alluring scent of mint and pine, feel the swell of his breathing and the strength of his muscle supporting you, the rumble of his voice as he spoke. It all felt so real.

Loki loved the feeling of holding you up as you drifted. As your eyes closed you mumbled in your sleep, “You know, I named my cat after you.”

The god laughed a full breathy musical laugh and the memory of the sound lingered with you as you awoke on your own couch and stretched, rubbing your bleary eyes. Once reality settled back in, you noticed Loki (the feline) was watching you intently from the arm of the sofa. You stroked him softly saying, “Hey, lovie. I just had the strangest dream about your namesake. I think I feel a little better now. Let's fix us some dinner, huh? You hungry?”

“Meow.”

“I thought so,” you said scooping him into your arms as you went to the kitchen. “Chicken or fish today?”

Chicken “Mrowow.”

“Chicken it is, friend,” you said, then stopped in your tracks, wondering how you knew. Finally, you just shrugged your shoulders, assuming it was your imagination as you reached for the can opener.

----

A/N: Oh my gosh, everyone, thank you for all the love for this work. I'm trying to tag all of you who have asked and doing my best to thank you all individually for your engagement but as the numbers increase I'm losing track of that a bit...so anyway, I'll say it here. Thank you. I see it. I love you. It means the world to me. You're all so lovely.

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

[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.

#loki #loki series #loki laufeyson #norse paganism #norse mythology #norse pantheon #loki episode 3 #mobius #mobius x loki #tom hiddleston #owen wilson #odin #thor #balder

[youre-a-total--poser]

Wrong Child

Warnings: Let me know

Age: 4 and 16

Word Count: 928

Requests: Open

Summary: Thor was given one job by Natasha and that was bringing you home from school safety but he failed.

Requested by:

Date: 15/07/2022

---⧗---

You were at pre-school today and since your mom was going to be stuck in meetings all day. She wasn't going to be able to collect you and the only free person was Thor.

Natasha gave Thor the easiest instructions that anyone could follow.

Step 1. Arrive at Y/N's school by 2:55 pm.

Step 2. Wait for Y/N's teacher to dismiss each student and go up to the door to get her.

Step 3. Bring Y/N home safe and unharmed.

Thor arrived at the school just in time. The school bell rang and he was expecting all the kids to be let out calmly but instead, the double doors swung over and a swarm of children came running and screaming out of the building he was watching all the kids but he couldn't see you.

Thor started to look around the playground when he spotted you. It was actually the red hair that gave it away.

As he started walking over when a large number of kids ran over to him and started shouting questions at him.

"Okay, tiny midguardians I'm looking for Y/N," Thor asked the kids.

They starts looking around and pointed in the direction of where you were.

He looked over and saw you again then walked over to you and took your hand. "Time to go home." Then he took you home.

You were quiet the whole journey home. Thor wasn't sure if this was normal behaviour for you since he's never taken you home from school before so he just left it.

Thor led you inside the compound and then into the common room

"Look who's home," Thor announced.

All eyes turned in his direction. Clint stood up and walked over looking down at the small girl

"Who's that?" Clint asked.

"What do you mean who's that it's Y/N."

"take a good look at her Thor," Clint said.

Thor looked down and not Y/N looked up at him.

Wanda walked in "I've made Y/N a snack. Where is she?"

"Well according to the babysitter of the year Y/N is right here," Tony said sitting down on the sofa.

"What's your name sweetheart?" Wanda asked crouching down to the girl's level.

"Y/N." She replied

"Well, that explains it." Clint sighs sitting down next to Tony.

"Has anyone told Natasha yet?" Wanda asked looking around at the boys.

Suddenly the sound of footsteps was getting closer and closer to the common room.

"I have a feeling she's going to find out on her own," Tony stated putting his feet up onto the coffee table getting ready to enjoy the show.

"I just got a call from Y/N's Teacher who has just informed me that Y/N is still there and another little girl is missing," Natasha said oddly calm walking over to Thor.

"I gave you three very simple steps and somehow you've managed to fail to do them all now where is this girl?"

Thor stepped to the side and revealed the little girl who was standing behind him.

"Come on sweetheart I'll take you back to your mom." Natasha softly spoke holding out her hand.

Not Y/N took Natasha's hand and followed her.

Natasha stopped and turned around "Don't think that you're getting out of this one. You're coming to explain to my daughter why you didn't pick her up."

Thor didn't say anything since he knew better not to he just followed Natasha out the door.

---⧗---

You were sitting in your classroom drawing when the door opened you looked up and a wide smile grew on your face when you saw who it was.

"Mama!"

You stood up and ran over to your mama at the same time, not Y/N ran over to hers.

Natasha lifted you and you wrapped your arms around her neck and hugged her so tightly.

“I waited and waited and waited but no one showed up,” you said with tears forming in your eyes.

Natasha felt her heart shatter. She hates seeing her baby like this

"I'm so sorry baby. Mama promises that it will never happen again." Natasha promised hugging you tightly.

After Natasha and Thor apologised to your teacher and not Y/N’s mom they took you home.

---⧗---

When you got home Natasha took Thor away to have a little chat you didn't see him for a while after that And when he finally made an appearance again it was almost like he was too scared to go near you.

You spent the rest of the day cuddling with your mama in her bed. You were starting to wish that you could get left at school again as you were loving all the attention that you were getting. You even got to eat dinner in your mom's bed which never happens.

Every day after that incident Thor had been apologising and giving you whatever you wanted

---⧗---

*13 years later*

You walked into the kitchen and you saw Thor sitting at the table eating something.

“Hey Thor what are you eating?” you asked.

“Poptarts.”

“Cool can I have one?”

“This is my last one.” He told you.

“Remember that time when I was 4 years old and you took another kid home and left me at school?”

Thor sighed and handed you the pop tart.

You took it from him and gave him a kiss on the cheek “thank you Thor.” then you skipped away happily eating the pop tart

You very much enjoyed using your new superpower And you could wait to start testing it out to see what it could really do.

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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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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.

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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.”

Read part TWO here [shameless thone action]

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