#read the one where thor and loki dress in drag to get thor's hammer back

[tinyyoungblood]

how ab a headcanon where the avengers all take a trip either to disney world or on a disney cruise? i’m a whore for the idea of everyone, especially peter and y/n, just acting like kids again

pairing: peter parker x avenger!reader

a/n: i like this prompt so much!! i’ve never been to disneyland, but i hope this is accurate enough lol. i also turned this into a vlog bc someone had to record this mess and since it can’t be me, i’m giving filming privileges to bruce

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the avengers in disneyland

everyone is very very excited and the days before they leave pass in a flurry of excitement, but peter has never been to disneyland, so he’s THRILLED beyond means

peter’s jumping up and down while everyone’s loading the van and he keeps asking them if they’re ready for this “life-changing field trip?????”

sam is genuinely afraid that if peter jumps any higher he will bounce off earth, so he grabs peter by the middle and carries him horizontally into the car

steve gave a whole lecture on not getting lost the day before and since tony couldn’t resist it, he is dressed head to toe in neon yellow and grinning cockily

nat steps into the van, sees him, and turns around with her hand over her eyes like she’s been blinded

bruce brings his video camera with him and records everything. first thing they do is hit up a gift shop and it is better than any oscar nominated movie

everything they pick up is subjected to a thorough label reading and some kind of commentary

“steve, show them what you’re getting!!” “slippers” “what kind of slippers” “uh...soft”

thor on the other hand takes it very serious and his commentary ends up being very ~shakespearean~

peter and y/n get matching friendship bracelets for everyone

loki: “i’m not wearing that”

y/n: “that’s alright-“

loki: “no tie it on for me”

bucky wouldn’t have come along if it weren’t for steve and sam, but now he’s taking it upon himself to make sure that everyone stays in good condition so they don’t miss out on training

the whole team gets hourly text messages from him in the group chat

bucky: “There’s a water leak in Mickey’s Toontwon. If any of you slip and hurt yourselves I will kill you.”

y/n: “love you too buck”

(they know it’s his way to express his love for them so every message almost makes them tear up)

loki really wants to go on splash mountain but since he doesn’t want to get his clothes wet, he asks the guards how ~splashy~ splash mountain gets

they don’t take him seriously and it infuriates loki because it’s a perfectly reasonable question but it quickly turns into a passionate argument that holds up the entire line

“I DEMAND TO KNOW HOW HIGH THE RISK OF GETTING WET IS, YOU INCOMPETENT FOO—”

*cue y/n and nat dragging him away while bruce runs after them to zoom in on loki’s pouty glare*

they get him a green rain poncho with black polka dots from one of the gift shops, and he’s still glowering but he puts it on without protest before each ride that involves water

normally the avengers would easily get recognised but since everyone is walking around in costumes, people approach them for several other reasons

thor is just peacefully standing in life, staring at the incredicoaster like it’s the love of his life, when a little kid tugs at his cape

“excuse me sir, why are you so tall?” “good question, why are you so short?” “hmm” “hmm”

they find a micky mouse whac-a-mole and everyone is having Fun but something possesses tony and clint and they are really going for it

tony is a 5 foot tall ball of stress and competitiveness and he is yielding that plastic hammer like it’s the last thing he’ll ever do

clint on the other hand is starting to feel the numbness in his arms

y/n, with sarcasm: “you can do it, clint!”

clint, with spite: “i cannot do it, thanks”

*y/n stares into the camera*

they also make up a rule that if you are in a 5 meters radius of one of the theme park characters, you HAVE to snap a picture with them

steve, who gets constantly shoved nudged by bucky into some character’s path, ends up taking a picture with almost every single disneyland character

at some point, he’s just downright sick of it and there’s a 7 min video of steve zooming across the lot while goofy and woody run after him with wide open arms

bucky is doubled over with laughter in the background while sam is standing beside him and wiping away his own tears

the avengers also buy all the pictures that are taken of them on the rides and even stop at some photo booths so they can send them to wanda and vision who are both vacationing on hawai’i <3

thor, peter, and y/n run themselves ragged and their legs almost give out but they will not stop until they have been on every ride that disneyland has to offer

the others think it’s obnoxious but they follow and join them without hesitation

tony is secretly trembling with fear. doing loops in the air at the speed of light is fine and so is battling aliens, but getting on a rollercoaster ride is just heart-stopping horrifying

it’s not that he doesn’t like rollercoasters, (that man has no self-preservation skills, anything that resembles plummeting to death will be gazed at with big heart eyes) but he just doesn’t trust them

if he didn’t build it or prove it, he doesn’t trust it. period. but the avengers are just so excited and happy that he can’t find it in him to sit out

that quickly results in thor and tony re-enacting very impressive Shouting Contests on each ride without fail

tony is screaming and clinging onto whoever is sitting next to him for dear life because he’s Petrified™️

and thor is screaming, because he’s having The Time Of His Life

he’s feeling the wind in his hair, his heart in his throat, and if he’s not shredding his vocal chords and flinging his limbs around, what’s the point of it all

after 20 different rides, tony is sick of pretending and just trudges through disneyland, the happiest place of earth, like it’s the sole cause of all suffering in the world

nat rejoins the group after she mysteriously disappeared for a moment and her hair is tossed, there’s ash on her face, and half of her clothes are wet

bruce, startled: “where have you been??”

nat, beaming: “there was a ride that spat fire from all sides and people jumped out of nowhere to scare you while the whole place was filled with hot water!!!”

bruce, concerned, zooms in on nat’s excited face

“nat i think you went to hell”

sam is big on merry-go-rounds so he drags everyone with him and while some one them first don’t seem to enjoy it, they change their mind once they see bucky’s little smile

(they go on at least ten more rounds until it starts to get dizzy)

a little girl trips over her princess gown and falls close to where steve is waiting in line, and steve immediately abandons his spot to rush over

bruce zooms in on them bc steve has always been kinda awkward with kids, but here he is, crouching down and comforting that little girl, and it’s so unashamedly soft and sweet

they can’t hear what steve is saying but she’s BEAMING now and even giving him a wobbly courtesy while he claps proudly

bruce turns the camera around and both he and clint are lowkey in TEARS like “why are we crying?? we didn’t even fall down” “i KNOW!!”

nat gets a hold of the camera and she’s on a mission to get the most embarrassing greatest footage possible

“bucky, go stand next to moana” “why?” “it’s moana go stand over there” “but i don’t know-“ “bucky.” *cue bucky, awkwardly standing next to moana while nat grins broadly*

when he’s back with the team, sam just stares at him blank-faced, clearly waiting for bucky to ask why he’s looking at him

eventually bucky caves in with a long sigh

“what” “i can’t believe you don’t know who moana of montunui is. she restored BALANCE to the WORLD. put some RESPECT ON HER NAME”

no one knows why but there’s footage of y/n, thor, tony, and loki strutting up and down in the middle of the lane in minnie mouse plush shoes like it’s a catwalk

sam, bucky, and nat are holding up their fingers to score them while steve is staring at them like he’s analysing their fighting stances

bruce, clint, and peter are standing on the sidelines and cheering them on as they should be

they end their day by digging into an unholy amount of fries that even steve can’t resist because they’ve been walking the whole day

a questionable amount of cotton candy also end ups in their possession and the footage of that is just mostly everyone trying out each other’s cones while the camera is passed between them

soon after, the avengers are back in their van to drive home and bruce zooms in on the row of seats where y/n has her head on peter’s shoulder while the others are also half-lounging on each other, and everyone is asleep <3

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[rosequartzwriting]

Green and Gold

Pairing: Doctor Strange X Fem!Reader

Description: During a visit to Asgard, Stephen is protective over you since Loki always seems to not be able to take his eyes off you. 

Warnings: Non

Word Count: 4.1k

A/N: Originally posted to Quotev / I like this one :3

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The frantic rainbow lights disappeared and you stumbled to get your balance on the solid ground that you were thrown on. Stephen was there to help steady you, at hand at your waist with the other at the ready to prevent you from falling over. You wondered why you all could not just travel here through a slingring portal. But Thor insisted you take the Bifrost. To 'get the experience' he had said before he called for it. The knowing smirk on Stephen's face in that moment told you that you might regret this.

In little time you found yourself in Asgard.

Stephen would come here occasionally to discuss relations between mystical threats and threats to the realms. You came along this time. You wanted to see Asgard, Thor wanted you to come along, but Stephen was hesitant to let you come. He told you that someone needed to watch over the Sanctum while he was gone, you made Wong do it instead. He said Asgardian magic is hard to understand, you reminded him that you were advanced now in your mystical studies that you could keep up. He said that it would only be a night or two, you said that you did not want him to leave you for a night or two.

You won and had convinced him. So now you were at the entrance of Asgard, having just experienced being magically thrown across the universe with possible whiplash and your lunch threatening to come up.

Thor, holding his beloved hammer in one hand, looked over at you. "What did you think, Lady (Y/N)?"

"I think I'm gonna be sick." You mumbled.

Stephen patted you on the back, "You'll be alright." There was a slightly amused tone in his voice and that gave you a sudden urge to kick him in the shins.

You had ended up in the middle of a room that was golden and shaped like a dome. There were circular patterns on the walls and in the centre golden steps that lead to a little pedestal that held a sword. Someone was holding that sword, and you were introduced to Heimdall who was the protector of the Bifrost. He bowed to you like you were important and you returned with a bow of your head. Just outside the room, you could see the bridge sparkling with the same rainbow colours as the way you had gotten here. Beyond the long bridge was the castle in the distance.

Thor gestured for you to follow him, so you fell into step beside Stephen as you exited the small structure. You were now walking on the Bifrost bridge. The view you saw before you was absolutely breathtaking. The glittering bridge was just the beginning. Underneath it was a roaring river of clear water. The palace was beautiful, the structure standing as tall as the mountains in its background. The buildings of the surrounding city were sparkling everywhere. You have seen so much since becoming a sorcerer, but this was something else.

Stephen saw the smile on your face and the look of awe in your eyes. This made him smile, and he was suddenly glad he brought you here. He always loved showing you new things, fueling your curiosity and experiencing new things with you. But there was a little worry in the back of his mind that would not go away.

There was one reason, above all others, that Stephen did not want to bring you along.

Loki would be here.

He hated the way he looked at you. He hated his very being because of it. And the knowledge that you and him would be in the same place made his blood boil. Ever since that time Loki showed his face in New York and he had to take him to prevent him from doing anything, and he looked at you up and down like that, he disliked the god so much. And he was so nice to you, and you were nice to him. Whenever Stephen went to Asgard and ran into Loki, he would ask about you. Stephen did not like it.

But your reaction to the city and planet, and you had just gotten here, made the worry go away a little. He would be by your side anyways, to keep Loki away if he was going to try anything. He would throw the cloak around your shoulders to have it hide you away if he needed to. But at the moment he focused on being with you for your first impressions of Asgaurd and not worry too much.

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You were awoken by a light touch and someone softly shaking you awake. The sleepiness was not shaken however, you groaning in protest as you cuddled up even more into the covers of the soft, silken sheets and thick comforter.

There was a chuckle and you new who it was from the deep tone. You lazily opened your eyes and saw Stephen looking down at you, already dressed and seeming wide awake. The sun was shining through the large window with the beautiful view of Asgard. It looked like the world was awake, but you were not ready to drag yourself out of bed.

"I have the first meeting this morning. Thought maybe you would want to come along but looks like you don't want to get out of bed."

You simply let out another sleepy groan.

Then you did a double take, noticing what he was wearing.

He had on his Cloak of Levitation, but underneath that was something different. He had swapped out his regular blue robes for an Asgardian version. It was made in a different style, but it still resembled his old robes. The blue was more rich in its colour, more royal and regal looking. The wrappings were lined with a golden fabric on the edges, it went really well with his signature red and blue. It was a very stark contrast between the one you were used to seeing him wear verse this new one. But you loved it. Seeing all the beautiful clothing everyone wore here made you happy, and seeing a piece like that on Stephen was astonishing.

"You like it?" He caught you staring.

"I love it," You said groggily but happily, running a hand through your hair and sitting up in the bed.

Straightening the cloak over his shoulders, he leaned over and kissed you on your forehead. "I should head to the meeting now. We'll be done before lunch." With that he left your shared guest room, closing the large door behind him.

You wanted to fall back asleep, but it did not overtake you. It was one of those moments where you just laid there cause you were already awaken. But you wanted to sleep. But you couldn't. So you stared out the window, looking out at the pretty mountain peaks and wondering what that first meeting was about. You also wondered about the other things you were going to do while on this foreign planet. Tour of the scenery, trying more of that delicious food (you were dying over it last night at dinner), learning about its history. Maybe you would learn a little Asgardian magic while you were here. The idea of that gave you a little excitement.

A little while later, while you were lost in a daydream, there was a knock on your door. You got up and grabbed a silk robe that was on a chair by your bedside. "Come in," You said, wrapping and tying the robe over yourself. Two women came through the door, maids of the castle you assumed.

One was holding a pile of neatly folded up fabric in her hands. You got excited.

The two introduced themselves and said that Frigga sent them to wake you and get you ready for breakfast. Since the meeting was going on between Odin, Stephen, Thor, and a few others, Frigga decided to have a little breakfast gathering for you. The women were so sweet, making small talk and asking you about Midgard as they prepared you a hot bath and did your hair in a fancy braid down your back that resembled a French braid.

The moment you were anticipating soon came, and they helped you get dressed.

The dress you were presented with was a deep forest green with golden embellishments. Silk fabric sat in long layers down the skirt, trailing out longer at the back. The neckline did not dive too deep down your chest, just enough for subtlety. The  short sleeves clung to the sides of your upper arms, shoulders exposed above the folded layers. The gold piece wrapped around your waist as a belt helped bring out the details. The length slightly dragged on the floor, looking elegant and glittering in the sunlight. You felt like an Asgardian princess wearing it.

It reminded you of someone. Then you wondered who had picked it...

One of the girls topped off your look with a golden pin in your hair, shaped like a flourishing lily tucked above your right ear. The two admired their work and you thanked them from the bottom of your heart. The girl you saw in the mirror was so different then yourself. You saw an Asgardian goddess, not a sorcerer.

You asked them for directions after thanking them a second time, knowing you would get lost in the giant palace. They told you where to go, curtsying to you as a goodbye. You did it back, pulling up the fabric of your dress to feel a little more into it. With one last look in the mirror, and pulling your shoulders back, you made your way out of your guest room and down the correct hallway.

You were directed to a drawing room that was down a tall staircase and a few doors to your left. There was a guard in front of the wooden door, but upon seeing you he bowed and held it open for you. The room inside was not too large, but the big open window gave the impression that it was. Decorated just as nicely as the rest of the place, this room was no exception to the royal aspect and medieval aesthetic to the palace. There were a few comfy chairs surrounding a low table, where Frigga greeted you with a warm smile.

Sitting in the seat beside her was Loki. You had not seen him yesterday when you had arrived. This made you wonder why he had not said hello to you then along with everyone else. He also was not at dinner last night. Weird. He held a tea cup in one hand as he leaned back in his chair, cradling its saucer in the other hand. Seeing Loki sipping tea from a pretty cup with his pinky finger jutting out was a different sight, a contrast to his darker persona you knew was hidden beneath.

You hugged Frigga, which she insisted on, and you sat down with them. You all chatted over breakfast and you sparking up conversation with Loki was a little awkward at first, but once you opened up a little it flowed easily. The tea was amazing and the little pastries laid out on nice platters were absolutely delicious. Frigga asked about your magic skills, and you both began to exchange stories about magic. You had a great time and you were glad you got out of bed for this. Soon Frigga had some business to take care of and had to cut this little gathering short.

When you left Loki caught up with you in the hallway.

"It has been a while since we have seen each other, Lady (Y/N)."

A lot of the people here were calling you that. And people you did not even know knew your name, which always kind of threw you off for a second or two. That told you that you were known here, from either Thor or Stephen talking. The whole 'Lady' thing was out of respect you assumed, and you did not mind.

"It has." You replied as you both walked down the hall together, "It was nice to see you again, Loki."

"How are you liking it here?" He asked with a smile.

"I love it!" You beamed, "It's beautiful, the food is amazing," You then gestured down to the dress you were wearing, "and the clothes are stunning."

He chuckled, "Green looks good on you."

"Easy for you to say, it's your favorite."

"No no," He sputtered, and you thought he looked a little...flustered? "You genuinely look beautiful in green."

A little heat ran up to your cheeks. "Oh, thanks."

There was a balcony up ahead where you saw sunlight streaming in. You picked up your pace to go look out of it, Loki right behind you. It was overlooking the back of the castle, where you could see a beautiful garden down below, before the landscape stretched out into more of the city and the mountains beyond.

For a second or two you wondered what was past those peaks. If the planet simply stopped there, or if there were forests or towns or lakes or anything else that you wanted to discover. This whole place was full of beauty and the idea that there was a possibility for more was just a little overwhelming. But you loved it.

"I'm happy you like my home." Loki leaned on the railing, looking out at the city with you. "Although it was not always considered my home."

"What do you mean?" You asked. You noticed a sadness in his eyes now.

"You know my history."

At that moment you realized what that sadness was. Probably memories flashing through his mind. You did know his history. Lied to all his life, being overcome by the sadness and anger and wrath and desire for revenge. You knew what that lead to, the New York event and everything that came with and after that. Right now, he was allowed freedom back in his home for 'rehabilitation' of sorts, offered a second chance. Not knowing what that was like, you could not relate, but you knew he had gone through pain. It was even painful to see it in his eyes.

"So do you consider it home again?" It was all you could think of to say.

He shook his head in a light nod after a second to think, the look on his features exchanged for one with a small smile. A weird thought crossed your mind, you had not seen Loki smile this much before.

The two of you stood there looking out at the city below, watching the people of Asgard go about their days. It was a calm silence that fell, not a line of tension or heavy weight of awkwardness at all. Just a calm.

"Hey," Loki said out of nowhere, and you turned your head to look at him as he spoke up, "your outfit is missing something."

You raised an eyebrow at him, coming off as almost sarcastic. "Oh?"

A smirk sneaked up on his face and you knew he was going to do something. You braced yourself for whatever it might be, good or bad or a mix of both. With a flicker of green magic, an object materialized in his hands. It was his helmet, shining gold with the curved horns. It was so polished that you could see your reflection in it.

Then he was holding it out to you.

"Oh no, I couldn't."

Loki cocked his head to the side and shrugged with a smile, again with the smiling, "Why not?"

A pause, you did not say anything because you had nothing to say. Something about it was very tempting, but it also felt forbidden. Like if you were to put it on you would be overcome by some spell or just a wave of emotion. Or just the thought of wearing something that was considered 'crown-like', because you were not royalty or a goddess or someone with high power. But it was all calling your name, with a glint of gold.

"I insist." Loki added.

After another moment's pause, you let him put the helmet into your hands. It was lighter than you expected it to be, with pure gold usually being heavy. Probably not made of pure gold then. Just a trick of the eye.

Without waiting anymore, you slowly rested the helmet on your head. Right away you noticed it was a little big on you. It was not made to fit your head, obviously, but you felt something while wearing it. Maybe honour, or pride. Or maybe just pure 'slyness', the same energy that Loki often channeled.

"Looks good." Loki beamed.

"I'm dressed like you," You snapped jokingly, "that's why you think I look good."

He laughed and you did too. Maybe I should wear more green, you told yourself.  

As you both continued to watch the city below and make small talk, from down the hall you could hear footsteps. Maybe guards or other people of the palace, you presumed. But as they approached, they got louder. And they got quicker. Heavy boots, you deduced. But suddenly they stopped.

"Nice view."

You nearly jumped out of your skin as Stephen had suddenly appeared right beside you. So those were his footsteps. You had not expected him to be out of the meeting for another while, but there he was. Him and that damn short-range teleportation spell he just loved to use for some reason. There were too many instances of him appearing out of nowhere back home and it resulted to you being more jumpy nowadays. He had positioned himself between you and Loki you noticed. Loki looked just as surprised as you were, the trickster being tricked.

"Where did you come from?" Loki scowled

"Down the hall." He answered blankly. You stiffed a laugh at his demeanor, sly and confident, when realization hit you that those were aspects of his jealous and protective side coming out. Oh boy, here we go...

"I'm surprised you're out of bed," Stephen looked down at you with a raised eyebrow, which made you chuckle. You saw a tiny twitch in the corner of his eye, and something told you that it had something to do with the god opposite you and the headpiece you were now wearing.

Stephen reached forward and gently lifted the gold helmet off your head, care in his eyes and shaking fingers. Once it was off, he (not so subtly) aggressively threw it at Loki's chest who stumbled to catch it, all trace of gentleness gone. Loki gave him a mock offended look, but Stephen's own hard expression was not phased. Your eyes quickly darted between the two, seeing the tension that had now thickened the air.

"Should't you be at a meeting with Odin?" Loki said. You noticed he did not say my father.

"Oh we finished early," Stephen replied in a light tone, trying to one-up the god while bringing out his ego's confidence. "we're having another one this evening however."

Loki looked like he did not know what to do, which made an amused smile spread across the sorcerer's face. Then he straight up asked, monotone voice dropping to sound flat and serious, "Why was she wearing your helmet?"

"Because...it matches her outfit?" The god struggled to find and answer only to come up with a question instead.

"Yea, sure." Stephen mumbled, "Wonder where she got that outfit."

"Some palace maids dressed me," You chimed in, but it felt like you were invisible at the moment. There was too much testosterone in the air that was covering your existence, which made you roll your eyes.

"Green and gold are nice colours." Loki said while trying to sound convincing and innocent.

"Coincidence she's wearing them?" Stephen shot back, suspicious.

"I had nothing to do with it, Strange."

"Oh sure."

"Oh my god." You slumped against the railing and rested your face in your hands. The two went on to snap at each other and argue for a little, but it felt like an eternity. after a period of you just standing there listening helplessly, the heat started to die down.

"If you'll excuse me, Sorcerer Supreme," Loki enunciated Stephen's title like it was a forbidden word, "I should be headed to attend some business."

He tried to walk off but Stephen cut him off, "Oh what kind of business do you have to do?"

"Business that does not require a mere mortal sorcerer to stick his clever nose into!"

"Well, it looked like it was no more important then taking my girl somewhere to be alone with!" The low rumble in his voice made it a little more threatening.

With that, Loki rolled his eyes so hard it looked like it hurt. And he walked away without another word, flipping his helmet over in his hands before jabbing it on his head with visible frustration.

"Well that was a show." You said, having stood there watching the whole thing like it was a theater drama.

Stephen shrugged, "I try my best."

You laughed, "Your jealousy gets to your head."

His facial expression recoiled, "Do you enjoy my jealousy? Do you enjoy his company?"

Your jaw dropped for a second in offence, "God no, why would I enjoy making you upset?" At that you shrugged, "Although it can be amusing."

You felt a pinch on your arm which made you let out a sound of distress. Stephen chuckled, and wrapped an arm around you lovingly as you leaned against the balcony railing together.

"He was just trying to be nice, Stephen."

"I don't think he can be 'nice',"

"He was nice at breakfast,"

"You had breakfast with him?"

"I was with Frigga. He just so happened to be there."

"Okay fine."

You laughed and he gently kissed the top of your head. After a moment of quiet and peace, you felt his softly shaking hand fiddle with the sleeve of your dress, "You look very beautiful."

Blushing, you looked up at him with admiring eyes. His expression mirrored yours. He was still wearing the new robes you last saw him in, the gold linings glittering in the Asgardian sunlight. You were about to say the same thing he said to you, when his expression changed. It was his thinking face.

"What?"

Stephen must have realized something as raised an eyebrow, "There's magic in your dress."

Before you could react, Stephen waved his hand in a quick motion. Suddenly, green waves of energy flowed out of the fabric of your clothes. But they soon changed to orange sparks, Asgardian magic to Earth sorcerer magic. As they flowed over you, the colour of your dress changed. The green was replaced with blue and the gold was replaced with red. There was still a little gold here and there, lining the edges in a familiar way.

"I knew it. He must have tampered with it." Stephen grumbled.

Now your dress mimicked the colours of Stephen's clothes, their original colours. You laughed a little, the person who made your clothes thought they were clever. But also Loki thought he was clever to change it to his colours. You wondered when and why he did that, but you shrugged it off and instead admired the dress in this new perspective.  

"That's better." Stephen said, a little proud of himself for some reason.

"I like this more." You giggled.

"Me too."

The dress felt lighter and the fabric shined a little more. It was made for you, perfectly tailored to your body and with the perfect colours to match. It was perfect. And it reminded you of him so it made it all the more special. If they would not let you keep it, then you are just going to bring it home with you anyways.

"Well since the meeting was cut off early, lunch is not for another half an hour or so. What should we do till then?"

"Well~" You drew out, a smile creeping up your face, "I was looking at the gardens from here and I wouldn't mind going to see them."

Stephen smiled. He offered his elbow to you, "Then do you care for romantic stroll, Lady (Y/N)?" He put on his best English accent (which was surprisingly flawless), his naturally low voice making it all the more amusing.

With a giggle, you took his arm. Together you made your way through the castle in a swish of red and blue fabrics.

"Although," Stephen started as you both made your way down the last set of stairs that lead to the ground floor, "you did look good in the green. Even though I hate to admit it."

"Hate to admit it?" You looked up at him with a raised eyebrow.

"Well it was Loki's trickery, but you look good regardless. As always."

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[poormeowmeowcollector]

The Sweetness Of Wine

Relationship: Loki/reader

Warnings: alcohol

Summary: It's hard to make Loki go to any party, but he gets softer with this one after Thor brings a small suprise

Notes: it's inspired from this post by @imagine-loki and it's basically just a small fluff bomb. Hope you enjoy it.

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"Love, are you ready? We have to leave in ten minutes," You ask from the bathroom while finishing some details on your hair and makeup. The only answer you get is a low groan.

You spot the source of the noise in the living room, and specifically on the couch. Where a pale and drained Loki, still on the linen pyjamas, is laying and rubbing his temples.

"Darling, I feel awful… Maybe you should go without me," He hums, his voice so hoarse and guttural it sounds like purring.

But the issue is, he was perfectly fine ten minutes ago.

"Loki, my love, light of my life, this is the worst lie I've been told," You smile. He groans again, but this time out of frustration.

"Fine, I want to stay home…" He admits, big green eyes staring at you. No, you won't let his puppy eyes win.

"But you can't stay alone on Christmas night," You whine, playing with his hair on an attempt to lure him into agreeing.

"I'm a pagan," He counters, breaking the puppy eyes.

"Well, will you leave me alone?" I deploy the second attack.

"You're a grown up, I trust you into being alone for a night,"

"What about the food?"

"We have a fridge," He grins, knowing he's winning. You sigh, it's time for the big weapons.

"What would a big bowl of dark chocolate gelato from your favourite shop say?" You ask, watching the pleasure filling his eyes.

"Three bowls,"

"Two bowls,"

"Deal," He snaps and jumps up, shaking your hand before he storms in the bedroom to change. In less than two minutes, he's in a black suit and ready for the party.

Damn, gelato deals really do the job…

~~~

Whatever energy the gelato deal gave Loki vanished after he sees how many people are in the party. He is still not used to being surrounded by people, so he clenches his hand into yours. As if you are used to being around too many people.

Not that you plan to spot Wanda in the crowd and follow her like a lost puppy…

"Brother, you came!" Thor yells and walks closer, making several heads turn. Loki tries to ignore them and focuses on Thor.

He makes a low growly noise, coming from the back of his throat, before he nods and kisses you, his hands holding you steady as yours are clenching on his shoulders.

"Are you that glad to see me?" He smiles, his hand still holding mine.

"You know, I brought some wine from Asgard, since we can't get drunk from Midgardian drinks," Thor informs. And you see Loki forming an actual smile.

"Just, don't get completely wasted, ok?" You ask and let go of him, smiling when you see the excitement in his eyes. He nods and disappears in the crowd with Thor. They will get shit-faced…

You sigh and spot Wanda talking to Natasha and Pepper. You take a glass of champagne from the table nearby (since you have the chance of drinking champagne tonight) and walk to them, joining the conversation.

You get lost in the talk, you always have interesting things to say with them, and you barely notice how time passes. The only sign that you are talking for longer than two hours comes when two long and freezing cold hands touch your waist.

"How's drinking with Thor going? You got bored of him already?" You ask, tracing your hands above Loki's. He lets a small hum against your ear.

You turn around to see him. It's the first time you see Loki drunk, and you have to admit that he looks at least cute. His hair is somewhat messy, his cheeks pinkish and he has this small grin on his face. You can't help but smile at him.

"He got bored f-first," He answers, failing to control his Old Norse accent and stutter. But after years of trying to communicate with him while exhausted, half asleep and/or on whatever pain spell he casts after a mission, you have learned how to decode it.

"Fine, you can stay if you want to," You shrug, seeing his smile widen before you turn back to the girls.

As Natasha is talking, you feel Loki's hands tangling your waist and bringing you closer. You know that he's a cuddler when it's the two of you but he doesn't do the same when more people are around, and you don't like public cuddling either. So, you try to push his hands back but he's too strong, always has been.

Alright, maybe he's a cuddly drunk… and you can't exactly fight back, or want to…

"Maybe we should sit somewhere," Wanda suggests and points at a couch in the corner of the room with her eyes, noticing how uneasy you are with the public cuddle. Everyone agrees and Loki releases you as you head there. Your freedom doesn't last long, since Loki thinks it's a good idea to rely on you— while you are already tipsy and wearing heels—to hide his staggering, as if he doesn't weigh over five hundred pounds.

You somehow manage not to drag both of you on the ground and you all sit on the couch, Loki dragging you on his lap and resting his head on your shoulder.

"Damn, how many drinks did you have?" You ask, turning to look at him.

"Somewhere b-between s-six and seven…" He slurs. You sigh in relief. It's not too much and he hadn't gotten drunk in a long time, maybe he lost some of his tolerance.

"That's not so much," Natasha comments.

"B-bottles," He finishes his answer. All four of you turn to stare at him.

"Love, that's enough for this century, ok?" You smile and pet his head. He lets some low purrs and relaxes against your shoulder, his nose rubbing your neck.

"But at least he's calm. Not like Tony," Pepper sighs. And distant explosions echo as Tony blows something up with his suit.

Loki flinches and lets a yelp, you can feel his heart pounding against your back. No, the last thing you want is a hammered god with a panic attack. "Love, it's just Tony, ok? You're safe," You smile and play with his hair, something you know never fails to relax him. He lets a small sigh and nods against your neck, smiling just so. You blow a small kiss on his cheek, watching it getting more pink.

"Awww," Wanda grins.

"Shut up," You try to hide your own blush, and Natasha laughs at it.

You return to your previous topic, but this time Loki will mutter some comments against your neck, the mix of his drunken speech, accent and stutter making him almost speak another language. But he somehow still manages to take part, at least for the next hour.

While Wanda is saying something, you feel Loki yawning softly against your shoulder, his head relaxing there. "Love, don't fall asleep, it's too early," You whisper in his ear.

"B-but I'm s-s-s-so t-tired," He whines. Wanda stops talking and stares at him.

"Let him rest his eyes a bit, it won't kill him," She shrugs. You sigh and nod, petting his head after he brushes his nose against your neck. You still massage his scalp as Wanda continues with her story.

And five minutes afterwards, you can feel Loki's breath becoming slow and stable. "Should I wake him up?" You whisper, trying to escape from his hands but they are locked around you.

"Nah, it's ok. He's not hurting someone," Natasha brushes off before she answers to one of Pepper's questions. This time, you aren't paying much attention to the conversation.

And the last bit of focus vanishes when you feel him going cold and tense, and his breathing becomes rapid and shallow.

"No, love. Please, don't have a nightmare right now," You whisper. The girls notice.

"I can teleport him to his bed, would it help?" Wanda asks. You see his lips moving as he mumbles, his face in a pained expression and his fingers glowing. He's too drunk to even control his magic.

"Yes, do it, please," You ask, big eyes on Wanda. She makes her red strings of glow dance in her fingers, the same scarlet magic covering Loki before he vanishes.

He's an adult, he gets those all the time and you are not always up after he wakes up, he can take care of himself if he wakes up… But your mind is still on him, even though hours pass and the day changes.

Natasha mutters a goodnight and leaves, trying to mask her drunkenness. Pepper follows, with a semi conscious Tony begging her to stay for ten more minutes. Steve and Bucky carry Thor back to his room, and the other guests have gone already. You say a farewell to the few people that are left and go back to your room. You just want to take off those heels, the makeup and crush on the bed.

You're lucky to find that Loki is still sleeping like the dead, so you put on a cotton shirt of his and slither in the bed beside him. He turns around and lays his head on your stomach, his cold hands and feet covering you. And he gazes at you with sleepy eyes.

"Did I wake you up? I'm sorry," You whisper.

"I've b-been t-t-tr…." He breathes out, failing to mask his frustration. "St-t-tr… attempting t-to sleep f-f-for a while…" He manages to speak, his cheeks getting more and more red. You kiss him on the forehead and pet his upper back, smiling softly.

"But, how d-did you b-br-bring me here?" He asks.

"Wanda's magic,"

He makes a low sound, breaking eye contact to get comfortable. You smile and start playing with his hair, watching as his face relaxes and he falls asleep again.

And even though you have about five hundred pounds crushing your ribs, you somehow manage to fall asleep too.

~~~

The room is still dark when you wake up, so you check on your phone. 11am. You sigh and get up before you put pants on and open the curtains to let some sun in.

Loki hisses from the bed.

"Good morning too, love," You grin, reaching back to the bed.

"Turn the lights down," He groans, covering his eyes. You nod and do as he said.

"I'm making tea right?" You ask. He makes a growly noise. "Alright, I'll be in the kitchen."

You get dressed and let him wake up on his own, hoping the smell of tea will stop him from falling back asleep. And you're right, since what looks like the zombie version of Loki drags his feet on the kitchen and takes his cup before settling on a chair.

"Remind me to never stay alone with Thor and alcohol for more than a minute…" He groans—because apparently animal sounds are the only accepted way of communication on Asgard.

"Bold of you to assume that I will let you unsupervised with Thor again…" You smile but second guess your answer the moment it slips out of your mouth.

But Loki lets a small chuckle. "Smart girl," He comments before taking a sip of his tea. "Norns, what did you put on it?"

"Honey,"

"Yes, love?"

You short-circuit, blinking as you are trying to think what he answered.

"No… I put honey on the tea…" You explain. Loki lets a small oh sound before he starts chuckling again.

"And, by the way, did I do something stupid while intoxicated?"

You shrug. "I don't know if you did something while with Thor, but when you came to me you were just cuddly the whole time," You answer, getting up from the chair when the coffee machine stopped buzzing. When you sit back down, you notice a slight blush in his cheeks.

"I'm sorry, I must have made a fool out of both of us…" He mutters, covering his face with his hands.

"Actually, you were quite cute. And, the calmest drunk avenger. So, no, not so much," You smile. He does smile back but his cheeks go more red. God, he's always so cute when he blushes!

You take your coffee and, without a warning, you sit on his lap. He doesn't grimace from the smell of your drink, a thing both he and Thor do whenever feeling not good, so you take it as a good sign. "Feeling cuddly, huh?" He purrs, his hands wandering in your waist.

"You stole too many hugs last night and we have to balance things out," You explain.

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[just-dreaming-marvel]

Love Is Not Forced ~ 24

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Word Count: 1,750ish

Summary: The ball doesn’t go as planned.

In the ballroom, the ball was still in full swing. King Anthony was getting antsy, and was ready to make the announcement so that the party could really get started. He went on the look out for his daughter and his fellow King, but neither of them were anywhere to be found. Tony soon found Captain Barnes and Lady Natasha talking with Prince Thor and King T’Challa.

“Have any of you seen my daughter?” King Anthony immediately asked. “Or Steven? I’ve looked for them everywhere.”

“They must be together,” Natasha responded, “working out their issues.”

“I don’t know about that,” Thor said. “I haven’t been able to find my brother either. The Princess could be with him.”

Tony ground his teeth together. “We need to find them. Now. We have an announcement to make.”

It was hard to walk to the dock through the sand and be unnoticed in that giant ball gown, but Y/N persevered. Her nerves grew less and less with each step she took. She couldn’t remember how long she had stood alone on that balcony debating on what she should do. When she started down the stairs towards the beach, Y/N still didn’t know if she was making the right choice. But the closer she got, the better she felt. Upon arriving on the dock, she was the only one. She went to the edge, looking over the water as the night sky was reflected into it. The Princess could really get used to seeing this everyday. Footsteps were heard, coming from behind her.

“I think that I could look at this every night,” she stated as the footsteps drew closer. “Brooklyn is the most beautiful kingdom I’ve ever been in.”

“Even more beautiful than Asgard?”

The Princess spun around to see Loki standing behind her. “Loki? What are you doing here?”

“I had the guard deliver that note so that you could sneak off. So that we can go.”

“I’m sorry, Loki, but… I don’t want to go anymore. I can’t leave my family.”

“Yes, you can,” Loki practically growled. “I have prepared and we must leave. So we can be together. Don’t you want that?”

“I thought I did, but now I’m not so sure. I have a duty to my kingdom and my family. I also have to give King Steven a real chance. He’s messed up a few times, yes, but that doesn’t mean that I should have acted the way I have. I’m sorry, Loki, but I have to stay.”

“No!” Loki harshly grabbed her by the wrists. “You are coming with me! You don’t have a choice.” He began pulling her back off the dock.

“Let go of me, Loki!” She tried to fight him off. “You’re hurting me.”

“Trust me, what I’m doing will be the least of your problems once we get to where we’re going.”

“I’m not going anywhere with you. Help! Help! Help—“

Loki covered her mouth with his hand. “You will shut up right now, or I will make you.” He removed his hand, only for her to start shouting again.

“Help! Steven, Father! Help!”

Loki quickly threw her down and kicked her face, knocking her out.

“Have you seen any of them anywhere?” Lord Wilson asked Prince Peter.

“No,” Peter shook his head. With each passing minute that no one could find his sister, his worry was increasing.

“We’re going to need to put a stop to this ball and send everyone home.” Sam then left to tell the guards to lead people out of the castle.

As guests were escorted out of the castle, King Steven entered the ball room, clearly looking disheartened. Captain Barnes and King Anthony quickly ran up to him upon seeing him.

“Where the hell have you been?” King Anthony shouted. “We’ve been looking every where for you for you! Is Y/N with you?”

“No,” Steven shook his head. “I was— wait, where’s everyone?”

“We sent everyone home after we couldn’t find you and Y/N,” Bucky answered.

“Do you know where Y/N is?” Tony asked.

“No. I was sent a note from her to meet her in my office but she never showed,” Steven replied. “See.” Steve held out a note, that appeared to be signed by Y/N.

“She never showed?”

“We still can’t find Loki,” Thor said, coming up to the group with T’Challa. “Or the Princess.”

“I fear that something has happened,” T’Challa said. “I fear that the Princess has done something stupid.”

T’Challa went on to explain Y/N’s feelings towards Loki and how he had warned the Princess. Steven heart grew heavy with sadness and confusion after hearing about Y/N’s feelings towards Loki. Had she been playing him? No, she couldn’t have been. She wasn’t the type of person.

“Your Majesties!” Pietro came running up with Scott by his side. “We were looking for the King, the Princess, and Loki, when we found this on the balcony.” He held up the note Y/N had received for all to see.

“We went down to the dock,” Scott continued, “following her footprints and the marks her dress had made. When we arrived we found blood in the sand. And it was clear something—“

“Or someone!” Pietro added.

“—had been dragged away from there.”

Nothing and no one could have stopped King Anthony and King Steven from running down to the beach immediately. They noticed the imprints that the two other men had told them about as they rushed towards the dock. Scott and Pietro had assigned a few guards to stand around the scene. They immediately parted when the Kings rushed up.

“Do you think—“ Steven started.

“They took her,” Anthony said, looking defeated.

“Who took her?”

“I’ve only ever tried to protect her. Ever since she was younger.”

“What are you talking about, Tony?”

“I’m talking about why her and Peter needed to be adopted… what I never told anyone about it.” Tony turned to look out towards the ocean. “Hydra was threatening Alexandria, and at the time all the kingdoms were struggling to become allies. So I was on my own… Y/N’s village was the only village I hadn’t stationed guards yet. It was the furtherest village from any known Hydra camps, so I wasn’t worried about it. I was planning to place guards there, it was just the last thing on my mind.”

“I had received a letter,” Tony continued, “the afternoon before the attack on the village, stating that the village was going to be attacked. With Hydra, I knew not to take any chances. So I grabbed my men and left, but we were too late. When I arrived, the village was on fire and… a knight was forcing Y/N onto his horse. His plan was to take Y/N as a prize. I fought that knight and won, but I let him go.”

“You let him go?” Steve repeated.

“To go back and tell the other members of Hydra that Alexandria was protected. Then I took Y/N and Peter in. Unfortunately, it didn’t stop there… Y/N and Peter don’t know this but letters kept coming in, threatening to take Y/N. They wanted her as a prize. They wanted to do things to her. Disgusting, vile things. I had to protect her. That’s why I wasn’t ever specific with out Peter and Y/N were found… and that’s why I didn’t tell Y/N about the marriage law until I needed to. I have a duty to protect her, and I’ve already failed her once. But I guess, here I go again… I had thought that all the suitors where safe. I had my worries about Loki, but nothing like this.”

“If you would have been honest about the Hydra threats still going on, I could have helped you. The other kingdoms would have helped you. You didn’t need to keep this a secret.”

“I know that! And I wish I hadn’t! I wish I would have pushed her away from Loki more…”

“It would have just made her run to him still. And no one could have known his plan. He was smart about it. Loki knew that if I saw Y/N sneak away, that I would have followed. So he made sure that I wasn’t in the ballroom. None of us could have seen this coming or stopped it. But all we can do now is pull all the kingdom’s resources together and search for her.”

Y/N blinked long and slow, trying to put together her surroundings. She was in a bedroom of medium size, full of black furniture. She sat up taking in that she was still in her ball gown and not tied up. Slowly, she got up and moved around the room. The window had bars welded in it to prevent anyone from coming in or out, and the door was locked from the outside. The closet was full of clothes, all either a harsh red or black color. In the wash room, she found herself in front of a mirror. She flinched as her fingers brushed across the bruise that Loki’s boot left.

Y/N heard footsteps outside her door and a key entering the lock. She stood frozen to her spot as the door creaked open. Five men walked in, four of them were clearly guards and one of them was definitely in charge.

“Princess,” the man in charge greeted. “It’s so nice of you to finally join us.” The man came up to grab her hand for a kiss, but Y/N stepped back. The man chuckled. “Your reaction is understandable.”

“Where am I?” The Princess asked, trying not to sound scared.

“You’re in the mountains, not far from Asgard’s borders. In Hydra’s castle.”

Y/N heart hammered in her chest. “And who are you?”

“Why, my dear,” the man laughed, “don’t you recognize me?”

Y/N furrowed her brows as she studied the man’s face. A scar on his left cheek did the trick. She was suddenly thrown back to the night her village was destroyed. He was the man who had tried to take her.

“No,” she gasped quietly, bumping into the desk as she backed up.

“Yes,” the man wickedly grinned. “My name is Alexander Pierce. And this,” another man, younger, entered the room, “is my son, Brock. And we can’t wait to get to know you."

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Chapter 1.

(What Taylor is wearing)

I entered the building and was on a lookout for Loki or Barton. I walked down the marble staircase to join the party. I walked around and socialized with some people. I looked around for about an hour until I spotted Loki walking down the marble stairs. I put my hand up to my ear, to turn the communication device on. "Loki has entered the building. Do I take him out now?"

"No, do not engage Agent Holmes." Fury commanded so I just stood and watched. Loki knocked the guard unconscious, and then ran and grabbed the scientist by the neck. He flipped him onto his back on the statue in the middle of the room. He pulled out a small device and held it over the guy's eye. He slammed the thing onto the guy's eye. I helped everyone exit the building as fast as possible. I ran out after everyone was out the door, but as soon as I tried to run out of the doors, Loki's hand had an iron grip on my wrist. Loki was in full armor as he dragged me outside of the building. He pushed me to the side, which ended up with me falling to the ground.

"Kneel before me." Loki commanded to the panicked group of citizens, he blocked everyone by making him appear as if he was everywhere. Loki got close, "I said," he banged his scepter to the ground. "Kneel!" He yelled drawing out the word. The citizens fell to their knees slowly. Loki stood proud and victorious in front of everyone. "Is not this simpler?" He started to walk through the middle of the crowd as they moved to one side. "Is this not your natural state? It's the unspoken truth of humanity, that you crave subjugation." I tried to sit up, but I instantly fell back down. "The bright lure of freedom diminishes your life's joy in a mad scramble for power, for identity. You were made to be ruled. In the end, you will always kneel." My headache cleared and I sat up straight and watched as an old man stood up. "Not to men like you." Loki looked at the elderly man and smirked in amusement. "There are no men like me."

"There are always men like you." Loki lifted his scepter. "Look to your elder people." He pointed it at the man. "Let him be an example." My eyes widened at the sound of the humming coming from the scepter. He shot a blast at the old man. "No!" I yelled out before Cap jumped in front of the old man. He shielded both of them and the blast hit it, and then ricocheted in back at him, knocking him down. Steve stood up and walked towards Loki who was on his stomach. "You know, the last time I was in Germany, and saw a man standing above everyone else, we ended up disagreeing." Loki looked up at Cap. "The soldier." He laughed amusedly. "The man out of time." Loki was now back on his feet. "I'm not the one out of time." The Quinjet appeared and pointed a big gun towards him. "Loki, drop the weapon and stand down." Natasha said over the PA. Loki shot a blast at the Quinjet, but he missed. Cap and Loki started to fight, so everyone got up and started running in all different directions. I got up and helped the people get a safe distance away from the fight.

I got back to the scene, to see Loki surrendering. I put handcuffs on him and followed Steve and Tony onto the Quinjet. I sat him in the chair closest to the ramp and made sure he was buckled in his seat. I sat beside him and caught him staring at me for a while. I stood up and moved to the front with Nat.

"Is he saying anything?" Fury asks and Nat responds. "Not a word." Fury is quick to answer, "Just get him here, we're low on time." Tony and Steve kept looking at Loki. "I don't like it."

"What? Rock of Ages giving up so easily?" Tony asks smirking a bit arrogantly.

"I don't remember it being that easy. This guy packs a wallop."

"Still, you are pretty spry for an older fellow. What's your thing, Pilates?"

"What?" Steve asks curiously.

"It's like Calisthenics, you might have missed a couple of things, doing time as a Capsicle."

"Fury didn't tell me he was calling you in."

"Yeah, there's a lot of things Fury doesn't tell you." It started to thunder and lightning. I looked back and saw Loki look around almost terrified. I got out of my seat and sat beside, trying to comfort him.

"What's The matters? Are you scared of a little lightning." Cap asks and I glare at him.

"I'm not overly fond of what follows." Steve and Tony look confused, but I read enough Norse Mythology to get a general idea of what he meant. The Quinjet shook suddenly and Tony put on his mask/helmet. Tony opened the ramp and (who I supposed was) Thor jumped down onto the ramp. He knocked Tony and Steve down with his hammer and grabbed Loki by the neck. He pulled him out of his seat and walked towards the ramp. Loki grabbed my ankle as before they got far from me. I was pulled along as Thor swung his hammer in fast circles and flew off of the ramp.

Loki is thrown down close to the edge of the cliff, but before he landed, he let go of my ankle and I landed not far from them. There was a Boulder not far from me and so I hid behind it. "Where is the Tesseract?" Thor asked Loki and he just chuckles. "I missed you too."

"Do I look to be in a gaming mood?"

"You should thank me. With the Bifrost gone, how much dark energy did the Allfather have to muster to conjure you here to your precious Earth?"

"I thought you dead."

"Did you mourn?"

"We all did. Our father..." Loki cut Thor off. "Your father. He did tell my true parentage, did he not?"

"We were raised together. We played together, we fought together. Do you remember none of that?"

"I remember a shadow. Living in the shade of your greatness." Loki sounded hurt and jealous. "I remember you tossing me into an abyss. I who was, and should be, king."

"So you take the world I love as a recompense for your imagined slights? No. The Earth is under my protection, Loki." Loki cuts him off by laughing. "And you're doing a marvelous job with that. The humans slaughter each other in droves while you idly fret. I mean to rule them, as to why should I not?"

"You think yourself above them?"

"Well, yes." Loki responds as if it's obvious.

"Then you miss the truth of ruling, brother. A throne would suit you ill."

"I've seen worlds you've never known about! I have grown, 'Odinson', in my exile. I have seen the true power of the Tesseract, and when I wield it..." Thor cut him off. "Who showed you this power? Who controls the would-be king?"

"I am a king!" Loki yells out at Thor. "Not here! You give up the Tesseract! You give up this poisonous dream!" Thor's tone of voice got softer. "You come home."

Loki chuckles nervously. "I don't have it. You need the cube to bring me home, but I have sent it off, I know not where."

"You listen well, brother." Thor was cut off by Tony flying into him and knocking him off the cliff. "I'm listening." Loki said sarcastically. I looked at my dress and realized that it had dirt and was torn at the bottom of it. I stood up and walked to the edge of the cliff. I sat down across from Loki. He looked at me with a look of interest. I tried to get up and move away, but I couldn't move for some reason. Loki grabbed my ankle and dragged me over towards him (my back sliding against the dirty ground and sharp edges of rock). My bareback stung like crazy. He made me lay my head in his lap. Loki stroked my hair lovingly, and I slowly closed my eyes due to the pain. I heard Loki's voice before going unconscious. "When I win and take over, I will make you my Queen, Taylor."

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[centuryofdean]

Of Food and Comfort - Part 9

Author Note:: So sorry that this took forever. This chapter was difficult for me because I have had the worst writers block. Hopefully it was just for this chapter and the next one will come more easily. The story is starting to come to a close! (Sorry if this chapter wasn’t as exciting).

Author Disclaimer:: Marvel and its characters are not mine. I take no credit. Instead I claim the maybe not so great plot, writing and characteristics of the reader insert character. I am not a die hard Marvel fan, I haven’t read all the comics, but have watched the movies. I may get some things wrong, so please don’t hate me. I also have been incorporating Old Norse as terms of endearment.

Summary:: You worked for Tony Stark as a…mechanic of sorts. Anything around the Avengers compound that needed a technicians touch, you handled. With working and living there, you had grown to be friendly with the super heroes. Of course you had grown to have feelings for one of them. The muscled Thunder God to be exact.

Rated:: M for Mature. Please do not read this story unless you are 18+. Smut. NSFW

Pairing:: Thor x Reader

Thor had picked out a dress for you to wear and laid it on your bed while you showered. What he picked out was one of the nicer dresses in the closet. Not that they weren’t all nice, but this one was particularly elegant, used for special occasions. It was a deep navy blue and sleek, but comfortable. You took the time to freshen up in the bathroom with the supplied fragrances and lotions, combing out your hair and styling it perfectly. All the while your mind wanted to wander to what happened in the library not even an hour ago.

You could feel the cold hard wood on your knees still as your nose remembered the smell of Thor’s deep musk. The thought of your mouth on him brought a deep blush to your cheeks and chest. Did you really give him a blowjob in the library, in the middle of the day? What on Earth has gotten into you?

A soft knock came in the door, so you left the bathroom to answer it expecting to find Thor.

Instead you were surprised to find Loki.

After your first morning when he walked you around the palace for a while—you hadn’t seen him since. Perhaps it was a dinner with the whole family instead of just the three of you as you had assumed?

Dark green eyes started your feet and trailed up to take in your appearance. “Dressing to impress Darling,” he inquired. He stepped aside and threw an arm out to gesture me to leave the room.

“I guess,” you said slowly. “Thor picked this out for me.” Immediately your fingers drew up to your new necklace, tracing the cool metal, suddenly a little nervous. While you both walked, you could hear him humming softly as he strode forward. The tune was a little familiar, but nothing you could pin-point.

“Are you finding your new home to your liking,” he asked as you both descended a set of stairs.

At his words, you missed a step and stumbled, hanging onto the railing for dear life with a hitch in breath. “My new home,” you asked confused.

Loki stopped in the middle of the stair set, smirking slowly before leaning a little closer to you, easing into your personal space.

“Oh Darling,” he chuckled, “Asgard of course. Why else did you think Thor brought you here?”

“To just show me around, to show me where he grew up—”

“To introduce you to your father-in-law and new home.”

Father—that is absolutely absurd. Even the thought of it had you scoffing and laughing outright. Thor and you only just started any sort of a relationship past friends not even a week ago. There was no way he was bringing you to Asgard before that was even established on the basis of marriage.

“That’s not true,” you supplied easily, pushing past the trickster and down the stairs. “He just wanted to bring me to somewhere new. It was a silly prize for being able to lift Mjölnir.”

“A silly prize,” Loki scoffed. He had already surpassed you on the stairs and was walking down them backwards to speak to you as you climbed down yourself. “That hammer holds some of the most unexplainable powers of the realms. Those who harness that power control Asgard.”

Very slowly you came to a stop again, this time at the bottom of the stairs. You noted how Loki said control instead of lead or rule. For some reason this discussion felt like a test and a taunt all in one. “I bet loads of people can lift the hammer,” you said softly. “It takes a great deal more leadership and good sense of ethics to be able to be a King of anywhere, let alone Asgard.”

“There are only four people whom were able to lift Mjölnir,” Loki hissed out between his teeth. With each word he had taken another step closer and closer to you, shoulders hunched up in intimidation. “Odin. Mother. Thor. Now, some small meek girl from Midgard.”

Suddenly all you could hear was the erratic beating of your blood pounding in your ears, but Loki continued you talk and you strained to listen.

“Odin has become an old fool with time, weak with age. He has been waiting for my oaf of a brother to accept the position of King. Until now he has refused, but now that there is supple flesh that has proven useful—well it would only make sense that he is more accepting of the position,” Loki’s voice grew quieter with each and every word. In the end of it all, it was as if he was whispering a secret or a sweet nothing into your ear.

“Are you—are you saying Thor only wants to be with me because I can lift the hammer,” you whispered back just as quietly, almost afraid of the words that were leaving your mouth.

The edges of Loki’s lips started to curl inwards, but the look in his bright green eyes didn’t seem playful.

This couldn’t be true—it was just another game that the God of Mischief was playing to get under your skin. Right, he was just looking to get a rise out of you because he had nothing better to do. Thor wouldn’t be so superficial, right?

Thinking back on everything, you did your best to filter through your memories with Thor to see if what Loki said had any ounce of truth. Instead, you only proved to cause more panic and anxiety within yourself. Thor had always been so kind and friendly at first, because he was just a polite man. Even after Jane and him broke up, you never remember any moment with him that insinuated that he was interested in you in such a way. Not until—not until the night you lifted Mjölnir.

Even though you were drunk out of your mind, you had remembered Thor dragging you back to your room. Days after the event you were horrified to remember asking him to take off your pants for you. It wasn’t until you were standing at the base of the stairs of Asgard starring right into Loki’s eyes that you remembered Thor asking if he could be your bed warmer—only hours after you proved worthy of Asgard.

All the time after that, there wasn’t another moment between either of you, not until Christmas when he almost kissed you in the kitchen. Everything else could be deemed friendly; yet nothing more than platonic happened until after you took your shot with the hammer.

“Drotting,” Thor’s voice called out deeply from behind you, “there you are. I went to your rooms looking for you.”

Breaking out of your trance, you turned to Thor. Anything you were thinking about slipped from consciousness at the sight of him. You couldn’t tell if he was dressed for battle or for dinner. The leather-like pants he was wearing were adorned with patterns, but hugged his legs nicely. He was wearing a deep navy blue shirt that seemed as if it was made in mind of the dress you were wearing.

What really caused you to become speechless was his hair. Half of it was pulled up like normal, but different types of braids and beads traced in and out of the loose locks. His beard was even trimmed evenly and shaped nicely into the scruff on his cheeks. All of it dimmed in comparison at the smile he was wearing. Had you ever seen him this happy before? His blue eyes were bright and crinkled at the sides from the force of his smile.

In seconds he had you wrapped in his arms, bringing his lips down to press against your own for a long chaste kiss.

“Come now,” he spared a questioning glance at Loki, “let us meet Father in the Dining Hall.”

Loki trailed behind you both as Thor guided you through the halls by your hand intertwined with his.

The Dining Hall ended up being much smaller than you anticipated. Perhaps it was just a private dining room for the immediate family? Odin was already seated at the large round table. The table could have easily sat a dozen people side by side, but instead there were only four seats evenly spread out.

Thor led you to one of the seats and helped you down into it before grabbing the empty plate in front of you and starting to pile it was food.

“Oh Thor,” you reached his arm and held it in place instead of it hovering over the next bowl of vegetables. “I can make my own plate.”

“I know,” he murmured softly, “I can make my own as well, but you always make mine for me. It is my turn to take care of you.”

A little embarrassed, you settled down into your seat and looked down at the table while Thor put more food on the plate than you thought you could eat. As he sat it down, he pressed a kiss to your forehead and left to the seat closest to you. He had seated you directly across from his father.

“Lady Y/N,” Odin began to speak, gesturing to your plate of food you hadn’t touched yet. “Please eat at your leisure.”

Slowly, you reached for the fork closest to you and started to stab into the first green you saw. Being put at the same dinner table as three Gods was a little intimidating, so you ate slowly and savored the tastes of the food in front of you.

“I would like to apologize for the greeting you received from me your first morning here,” Odin huffed out after taking a drink. “Now that we are all here, there is much to discuss.”

You took a long sip from the glass of wine closest to you. Out of the corner of your eye, you could still see Thor beaming to your left. He had no hesitation in eating, half of his plate was empty. To your left, you could see Loki picking at his food, moving it around but not really eating it.

“Thor has told me much about your life on Midgard,” Odin continued. “You are a—mechanic?”

“Yes sir,” you coughed out a little. “I work on machines—well any type of technology.

“Wasn’t Jane a well-educated scientist,” Loki shot off from his end of the table, looking bored.

The empty nervous feeling in the pit of your stomach only grew at his statement. Anxiety was already eating away at you the moment Thor said you were to have dinner with his father, but now it was consuming you quickly.  

Jane had already been here. Both his father and mother met Jane. She was a well-educated scientist. Just from her area of expertise alone she probably knew more about Asgard and the other realms better than you—

“Jane is not the woman Thor has chosen,” Odin said plainly. No, Thor did choose her, but she just didn’t choose him back. “How has Asgard been treating you dear?”

“It’s been really lovely,” you worked past the lump in your throat. “Everything from the buildings to the gardens and the hospitality of your people is beautiful. I feel very welcomed, thank you for having me.” It was true, even the friendliness of all the Asgardian’s you encountered. Thor’s friends in particular did what they could on the few occasions you met them to make you comfortable.

Thor smiled at you again between bites, becoming oddly silent while his father and you spoke to one another. After you had eaten a good portion of your food, it became easier to talk to the older man. He asked numerous questions about you, your life, what you did for Tony Stark, what you see yourself doing in the future. They were typical questions you would have received from meeting your boyfriend’s parents for the first time.

Towards the end of dinner, you were completely relaxed and laughing softly with Thor over something Odin had said. Loki had wandered off again in the last handful of minutes. A soft yawn had taken you by surprise after you finished your wine.

“I will not hold you both any longer,” Odin sighed himself. He did not smile, but he seemed happy and relaxed like yourself. “Please remember Lady Y/N, Asgard is your home now too.”

You rose slowly from your chair onto shaky legs at his words, met by Thor who ushered you into his arms to guide you from the room after a bid of goodbye to his father. The anxiety from earlier started to make its way back into your chest, making it harder to breathe.

Asgard is my home now too.

Was it though? Could I really move myself to another realm away from what little family I had, and my friends? There was no way to communicate with them from Asgard. Thor had told you how the Bifrost was destroyed a while ago, what if it became destroyed again if you decided to even move to Asgard?

Why are you even thinking about this? These kind of decisions shouldn’t even be thought of until you had dated someone for a good five or six months, not the handful of days you have had with Thor.  

Just thinking of Thor and you together, even as he was walking you back to your rooms, you groaned softly in frustration.

It seemed that Loki had gotten what he wanted—to leave you upset and questioning everything between Thor and you.

Once you both reached the door to your rooms, you turned to Thor and crossed your arms softly. “Is it possible that we could go back to New York tomorrow,” you asked a little upset with yourself. You really didn’t want to leave beautiful Asgard behind, but the anxiety and panic you had been dealing with the past few hours was making it hard to think straight. All you really wanted was to curl up in the blankets on your bed and a bowl of comfort food to try and relax. You wanted your warm soft Earth clothes—hell you would prefer Thor’s warm soft Earth clothes.

“Of course,” he replied quickly, a little confused. “If that is what you wish drotting.”

“Sorry,” you apologized, feeling more flustered at possibly offending him. “Its just—”

“No need to explain yourself Y/N,” he smiled softly before kissing your nose. “We could even leave now if you wanted.”

 It only took about twenty minutes for you to collect your things. Thor insisted that you take some of the dresses with you. He didn’t have anything to take back with him from his rooms, so you both left the palace and made your way through the streets towards the Bifrost dome. Through every turn and pause, his hand was still clutched almost desperately into your own. He shared a few words with the Heimdall, who looked at you with a soft smile and nodded before opening the bridge between Asgard and Earth.

It was dark when you finally opened your eyes after the gut-wrenching trip. The cool night air of New York was brisk, causing you to shiver in your sleek Asgardian dress. It was still January after all, of course it was going to be cold and covered in snow. Thor took it upon himself to carry your bag for you, and guide you through the snow and ice of the lawn and into the building.

Wordlessly he followed you up to your rooms, sitting your bag of clothes on the familiar homely couch and plopping down next to them. It was odd, seeing him decked out in Asgardian Princely clothing, simply sitting on your plain Earthling couch. “I’m going to change into something to sleep in,” you murmured nervously and scurrying into the bathroom.

You were still confused on where you stood with Thor. If this past week has shown you anything, it was that you were helplessly in love with him. How did he feel though? Did he simply settle for you because of what Loki said—or did he genuinely have feelings for you like you hoped? What you really needed to do was just talk to Thor, but you almost were scared to. What if he reveals that what Loki said was right? What if he thinks you’re too much to deal with after coming up with three different scenarios in your head?

Trying to remain calm and not succumb to the panicked anxiety, you stripped down out of the dress and into the first thing your hands grabbed. The smell of rain and static filled your nose, calming you down a fraction. It was one of the many shirts of Thor’s you had stolen for knitting purposes, but had yet return to his room.

You continued with your nightly routine, stalling for time before you had to actually talk about your feelings and fears to the one man who has already ruined you for all others.

Once you finally emerged from the bathroom, you found Thor sitting in your bed in a tank top and basketball shorts, munching on popcorn while his eyes took in the television show he was watching.

You slid into the covers next to him, fluffing the pillows in contentment. The familiarity of your own things, the smell and softness alone was making you feel better. The braids in his hair were a little crumbled, but still held true when he turned to watch you. The smile on his face dimmed a bit when you finally met his eyes.

“You are unhappy,” he said softly, sitting the bowl of popcorn on the stand closest to him. “What’s wrong?”

Damn he was good. Determined to get it all sorted out and over with, you refrained from saying, “nothing”.

“Are you only with me because I lifted the hammer? Is it because Jane walked away and you were lonely,” you asked quickly.

Thor’s arms wrapped around you, pulling you over his lap to sit astride it. “Of course not schat. My feelings for you date back since before you lifted the hammer,” he said. “Minjor doesn’t control my feelings. If I were lonely because of Jane, I could have chosen another woman to keep me company much sooner. I waited for you, because you are the most beautiful, smart and kind woman I have ever met.”

A little emotional, you felt the heat in your eyes trying to ignite. He was complimenting you and assuring you all at once.

“Do you expect me to leave here and move to Asgard with you,” you hurried on to ask, trying to get everything out before you got cold feet and backed off.

Thor didn’t answer for a few moments. Instead he ran his hand up and down your bare thigh while the other ran up and down your back. “I don’t expect it of you,” he murmured. “I would very much like it, but I do not expect you to. What happened that—Loki.”

Even as he said his brother’s name, his eyelids closed in frustration in sync of him banging the back of his head against the headboard. “Do not listen to anything my brother tries to tell you,” he whispered, pressing his lips to my cheek. “He will try to and say whatever he can to wreak havoc in my life. Jane is gone. I chose you before I knew you could handle Mjölnir and I would have chosen you still if you hadn’t moved it at all.

“Let us not worry about the future at the moment drotting, we can take everything a day at a time. Promise me that whenever you have thoughts and concerns like this, you will talk to me?”

All the pressure building in your chest and head seemed to ease out with his words. It was so relieving you started to get a little sleepy again, happy and content. You nodded your consent to a promise, cuddling into his side more firmly, resting your head on his chest while your hands hugged him to you tightly. This is what you always envisioned with Thor, the ease and comfort of just simply being together.

A muffled crunch startled you into being awake again suddenly.

Trying to make your eyes stay open, you could see Thor’s hand move from a bowl next to you both, yellow kernels fisted in his fingers and he raised them to his face.

Blindly, you reached forward to the bowl to grab a few pieces and sneak them into your mouth to chew slowly as the buttery goodness melted on your tongue. “Mmm,” you sighed, “good.” Warmth encased you everywhere as you slipped back into sleep in Thor’s arms.

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Through the Glass - Part 1

Request from the lovely @rubberduckymomma: There is one maid that Loki never paid attention to, even though she served him for years. After he gets imprisoned for attacking New York, she's the only one that will still serve him.

Warnings = none

Word Count = 2,4 k

Y/N = Your Name

Y/E/C = Your Eye Color

A/N = Thanks to @rubberduckymomma I have a vague idea of where I want to go with this, but I’m always open for suggestions! 

You’ve worked as a maid for the royalty of Asgard since you were a teenager, because your mother insisted on it and you needed the money. You didn’t mind though, because Frigga and Odin always treated you with respect. They even allowed their oldest son Thor to befriend you, his brother Loki on the other hand had no interest in you whatsoever.

Every time you entered the library to clean it, he would sit on the velvet armchair in front of the fireplace, captivated by the story he was reading and completely oblivious to your presence. It seemed like he was spending all of his free time in between walls of books, escaping into one of the many realities he could choose from, and it made you wonder if he wasn’t satisfied with the one he was living in. 

Loki was always very distant and he never talked much, but when he did, he was the only thing you concentrated on. You could listen to him all day, and you wouldn’t get bored of the intelligence and mystery of his carefully chosen words, even though they were never directed towards you. Most of the time, he talked to his family and you just happened to be in the same room, but you always seemed to be the only one that actually cared about what he had to say, and you wanted to know what else he was hiding in that clever mind of his.

Over the years, you noticed his behavior changing dramatically. His only goal in life was to ascend the throne of Asgard, proving Odin, Thor and himself how much he was capable of, how much power he had. It made you curious, but ‘curiosity killed the cat’ and you figured it would be best to stay out of their family issues. 

But then, he attacked Midgard.

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„There he is, my majesty“

The words of a royal guard sent shivers down your spine as he dragged Loki across the throne room, all chained up. He looked like he was in really bad condition, and you almost felt sorry for the broken man in front of you.

For a split second it seemed like he glanced over to you before you realized he was looking at Thor, who was standing by your side. Odin didn’t even look at him, while Frigga’s quiet sobs echoed through the room occasionally. 

“I have returned, father. Did you miss me?”, he hissed through gritted teeth, “I am sure Thor was there to dry your tears while I was gone”

“Take him to the dungeons”, Odin said in a cold tone, before the guards pushed Loki out of the room. 

It was silent for a moment, until the King raised his voice.

“Stop staring and get back to work!”, and immediately everyone continued doing their thing, like the Prince of Asgard didn’t just get imprisoned minutes ago.

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A few weeks went by, yet he was all you could think about. Every time you walked through the castle, you hoped Loki would be sitting in the library like he used to, reading an old book that was about to fall apart, or walking in between beautiful flower beds in the royal gardens with Frigga. But he never was.

You were tossing and turning in your bed, desperate to fall asleep, but the thought of him spending the rest of his life in the dungeons wouldn’t let you. You looked at the time, it was 1 am. Great.

You remembered how your mother used to go for late night walks when she couldn’t sleep, and you decided to give it a try. You rolled out of bed and got dressed before leaving the room, the golden halls of Asgard’s palace welcoming you once again.

You mindlessly strolled through the dimly lit corridors, trying to make as little sound as possible, when a sudden idea crossed your mind. The doors to the library were directly in front of you. You sneaked in, the smell of old pages and dust tickling your nose, almost making you sneeze. There were still some embers in the fireplace from earlier, softly illuminating the spines of countless books, while you searched for a story that might interest the imprisoned prince. After you gathered a few he could choose from, you returned back into the hallway and made your way to the cold dungeons. 

It was wet and dark, the ominous silence making you feel uneasy, as you passed several cells before reaching Loki’s. It seemed like he didn’t belong here, among the most dangerous enemies of the nine realms, but yet he was destined to spend the rest of his life here in a cell, being treated like a monster.

Loki peacefully laid on his bed and stared at the wall, his hands resting on his stomach. He still wore his full armor, apparently always ready for a fight, when he jolted up and looked at you. His sudden movement made you jump, causing you to drop the books with a loud thud.

“You should not be here in the middle of the night, Maid”, his eyes pierced right through you.

“Forgive me, your Highness. I thought you might enjoy some reading material”, you said while picking up the novels on the ground, feeling his gaze on you as he mustered you from head to toe. 

Loki slowly approached the glass wall that separated the two of you, never breaking eye contact, causing goosebumps to form on your skin. The man who looked so innocent a few seconds prior became very intimidating all of a sudden, and you started to understand why Odin kept him here. 

He could see the fear in your eyes as you backed away bit by bit, holding the books with shaky hands, and it broke his heart. Loki hasn’t done anything to the woman in front of him, yet you were scared, just like everyone else. He never wanted the throne, he only wanted to be Thor’s equal, but he made a huge mistake in the process and this was the price he had to pay. 

You were about to leave again, as his deep voice echoed from the stone walls.  

“Come back here, Maid”

You stopped dead in your tracks, your heart hammering against your chest. You were afraid of what was about to come, but it was an order from the Prince that you had to obey. It seemed like you caught the attention of several prisoners as you walked back to Loki, some of them whistling after you, some of them cursing you for waking them up.

“You are Thor’s Maid, Y/N, right?”, he asked you.

“Indeed, your Highness”, you responded, trying to sound as calm as possible.

“I see. Your effort is very appreciated, but you cannot give these books to me without a key”, Loki said as he sat down on the chair next to him, “Would you read them to me, please?”

You looked at him with big eyes, uncertain if you heard him correctly. The imprisoned Prince wants you to read to him at two in the morning? He officially lost it now, you thought. But an order is an order.

“Which one would you like to hear, m’Lord?”

“Whichever you find the most interesting”, he said in a deep, silky voice and it almost sounded like he actually cared.

You sat down onto the cold stone floor and looked through the books, before you chose “History of Midgard”. How ironic of you.

It appeared to be a very old book, it’s thin pages worn out by the amount of times they have been turned, a yellowish tint spreading across them, some letters already faded. You started reading to Loki as he watched you intently from his cell, clinging onto every word, even though he knew them like the back of his hand. He used to read this book over and over again, but somehow it was so much better when you did. The torches on the wall illuminated your face in a warm glow, as your slender fingers danced over the old pages, flipping them every now and then. Strands of hair fell into your face, as your Y/E/C eyes wandered over the letters, and your beauty was the only thing Loki could concentrate on. 

You’ve been reading for an hour, when a yawn escaped your lips.

“Forgive me, your Highness”, you looked at him through heavy eyelids, almost falling asleep on the cold dungeon floor.

“Do not apologize, I should have noticed your fatigue earlier. I really enjoyed this and I hope you visit me again some time. Now go and get some rest, Y/N”

You didn’t even notice him calling you by your name, as you closed the book and got up. You bowed to him before leaving the dungeons and walked back to your room, not bothered to change into your night gown before crashing onto the bed, sleep washing over you immediately.

You woke up the next morning, still confused by last night. You had to admit, you enjoyed the attention Loki gave you, and the fact that he knew your name brought a smile to your lips. All these years of serving the two Princes of Asgard, even establishing a friendship with Thor, and still Loki had to be imprisoned first to finally acknowledge you.

You got ready for the day and left off into the kitchen to grab Thor’s breakfast. The two of you became pretty close throughout the years and he never made you feel like he was above you, always showing the respect you deserved and treating you like an equal, even though he was the God of Thunder and you were just an ordinary Maid.

“Good morning, Lady Y/N”, he greeted you as you walked through the door with the tray in your hands. Knowing how much Thor loved breakfast in bed, you walked over to him and put it on his nightstand.

“Morning, Sleepyhead”, you jokingly said, earning a hearty chuckle from him.

“You look like the Sleepyhead between the two of us. Tell me, Y/N, did you not sleep well?”, he asked, before taking a bite of the asgardian pastry in his hand.

“I have to admit, it’s been a.. weird night, but don’t worry. I’m up and running, that’s all that matters”

“A weird night? How so?”

Thor was a sucker for good stories and you knew that, but you can’t possibly tell him what happened last night. Maids weren’t allowed in the dungeons if they weren’t explicitly told to do so, especially not in the middle of the night to keep the imprisoned Prince company.

“You know, I-I kept dreaming about.. uhm.. your coronation”

“About my coronation? There is nothing weird about that now, is it?”

“Well.. Loki had a deal with the frost giants and let them into the King’s weapon vault during the celebration”

“I see. Now that is truly ridiculous, Lady Y/N”

“Right?”, you chuckled nervously, knowing that you’ve just lied to the God of Thunder.

The rest of the day went by like every other, nothing special happening. Yet. 

It was just after dinner, when Thor approached you. 

“Lady Y/N, could you bring this to my brother? It is his favorite meal, but I cannot go myself right now. I have a meeting to attend”, he looked at you with big puppy eyes and you nodded, earning a thankful smile.

You walked down the stairs to the dungeons, several pairs of eyes lingering on you as you made your way towards the guard in front of Loki’s cell.

“Good evening. Thor sent me to give this to his brother”, you said, looking down at the tray of food in your hands. The guard looked at you in suspicion, but he eventually walked up to the metal door of Loki’s cell and opened the little slot with his key, so you could slide the tray inside.

He sat in the chair, looking like he was waiting for you to arrive, when you met his gaze. A smile tugged on his lips as he saw you looking back at him, and you couldn’t help but wonder why. Loki had realized that you were the only one who still believed there was some good left in him, and he was determined to prove you right. He didn’t care much about other people, but there was something about you he couldn’t explain, and he couldn’t bear to see you scared of him.

“Thank you, Lady Y/N”, he said as he picked up the tray from the floor of his cell, making your heart jump. Only Thor called you that, he insisted on it in order to show his mutual respect, but you never thought Loki would do the same. He didn’t even bother looking at you before he got trapped down here, and although you enjoyed the way he treated you now, you thought he might be up to something. They called him the God of Mischief for a reason, right?

“You’re welcome, m’Lord”, you said as you bowed to him, before hearing the guard behind you laughing.

“m’Lord? Really now? Look at him, he got imprisoned by his own father”, he said as you turned around, anger rising inside of you.

“I'd watch my words if I were you. He is still the Prince of Asgard and he holds more titles than you ever will”, you snarled back at him, now Loki’s turn to laugh.

„I like her“, he said to the guard who was glaring at you, but decided to keep his mouth shut. You did have a point after all, and he didn‘t want to mess with you any further.

But wait, Loki liked you?

For all you know, there is no one, except for Thor and Frigga, who he actually liked and cared about. You turned to him, confusion written all over your face, as your eyes met his. He looked at you in admiration for being the first one, besides Thor, to ever defend him and even though you’ve only known him from these awful rumors, it didn’t take a second for you to snap back at the guard.

You tried to wrap your head around his behavior, but eventually brushed it off. He was probably just trying to be a better person after everything he has done, and what better way to start than by complimenting the Maid?

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A lovely surprise & Hammered

Author: A lovely suprise by@only-kneel-before-loki & Hammered by @sabine-leo

Collaboration : Hammered by @sabine-leo 

Genre: Fluff, Humour, Teasing, 

Part: ONESHOT 

Idea: @sabine-leo Chat

Note: Hey there, after reading the chat I wrote @sabine-leo if she´d like for me to write a Oneshot regarding the conversation in the chat-post. After some messages we decided to each write a story and give them both to you! So, basically 1 idea 2 different scenarios in a collaboration project!!

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Today is one of those days were Tony Stark once again wanted to throw a party. His reason is this time that a mission has been successful and it must be celebrated. The fifth of this month already. Nobody really minds. Who wouldn’t like to personally celebrate with Tony Stark in his own home? Many people from outside and his company are invited as always.

Like a certain god of mischief, who is always in his room at such meetings. There he tries to ignore the noise and the crowd. Reading one of his many books that he occasionally takes from Tony’s library. But this time it is different. This time he sits in the middle of the incident in the living room and not in his room as usual. His brother Thor God of Thunder forced him and literally dragged him here.

Now he’s sitting next to Tony and Clint, who are getting more and more drained by these mortal drinks. The bad part is that he also liked it after he was constantly being targeted by these idiots that he couldn’t stand alcohol because the mortals could do it better not to get drunk. But their cocktails can’t harm him, so he thought.

After the 10th or was it more? He definitely noticed that he has a strange feeling inside and calmed down. I feel less stressed or nervous. The other noticed that as well. He seemed more open than usual.

“I didn’t know you could be any different, Reindeergames.” Tony laughed after Loki told a story about Thor and him earlier.

“So far, I had no reason to talk to you mortals.”

“And there’s the arrogant Loki again.”

Thor could only watch it with a smile. His brother finally relaxed and to see him between his comrades fills him with happiness. However, he noticed Loki becoming more and more unconcentrated, which is not common to him. Is alcohol getting too much for him?

The others have noticed that Loki doesn’t really respond to their insults or sayings anymore. His eyes are on the big dance floor where someone stands out. A woman who looks really adorable in her dress and moves a little shy, but stunning in the rhythm of the music. And that someone is you.

Also forced by your best friend to go to the celebration of your boss. You were accepted by Mr. Stark about four years ago, after the fall of New York and the new construction. Many didn’t want to work in Stark Town again because of the many damages and yet you really wanted to go there. Your ideas and creativity have convinced Pepper Potts, his girlfriend, to take you in and here you are.

Clint hasn’t escaped as Loki’s gaze falls on you from time to time, occasionally licking his lips with his tongue or biting his lower lip thoughtfully. Amused, he lets Tony know what makes his smile to be a big grin.

“Loki, you have a taste for women”, it comes from Clint, who nudges him easily at the sides.

“What? I-I have no interest- ”

“Stop talking yourself out, Reindeer Games. I see how you long for her. How about Barton and I give you some tips how you make them yours? “

Clint has to try to supress his laugh and agrees seriously to help him. It takes no more than half an hour to bring him some pick up lines he could remember in his condition. Thor watched it a bit sceptically, having just appeared in the middle of the incident to check on his brother. And he does not like what he sees.

“What are you doing with Loki all the time?”

“We help him to attract a woman’s attention …”, Tony grins at him, where Thor gets a funny feeling in the stomach area as if they are planning something bad.

But before he could say anything, Loki gets up and straightens his outfit, behind him is Clint and massages his shoulder as if he’s about to enter a fight.

“Do you think you can do that?”, asks Clint Loki, who begins to nod with confidence.

“Who would I be if I couldn’t handle such a trifle?”

“Sit back down brother, now !! I think that is a bad idea. I have a bad feeling about that. ”, Thor intervenes immediately.

“Thor, let him be … for once he’s having fun!”, Tony smiles reassuringly, but the amusing glitter betrays him.

“Yes but…”

“But what? It’s to damn loud in here!”, screams Clint and does so that he no longer hears Thor, which seems to annoy him pretty much.

Loki, who didn’t feel like it anymore, decided to do it. He has memorized the best pick up lines and with the alcohol in his blood he feels he could do it all.

“I’ll do it!”

“No!”

But it was already too late to stop his brother. With wobbly legs he enters the dance floor where you are talking to your best friend. She immediately notices how Loki runs towards them and is surprised how good he looks in his suit. When he stands behind you, she couldn’t stop her eyes from getting big and her mouth opening slightly. Before you could ask what was going on someone already tapped you on your shoulder.

“Xcuse me! Your lips look lonely … Do you want to meet mine? ”

Surprised to hear his voice, you slowly turn to look straight into the smiling face of Loki. You are so speechless to see him, that you can ’t seem to move to say anything. And then he looks so good in his black suit he likes to wear. The last time you saw him was in the company when Loki was looking for Tony and you happened to come across each other. Honestly, you ran against him because you couldn’t really see where you were going because of the many folders you had to carry. Loki was so helpful to pick up the folders and bring them to where they belong. Since then you couldn’t stop thinking about him and now, he is standing in front of you.

The funny thing is that he was like a gentleman and now …

“Kiss me if I’m wrong, but I think I’m drunk … No wait … that’s false … you look hot by the way ..”

Does he seem like a boy who doesn’t know how to flirt, and there are still those bad pick up lines that can be found on the internet. The problem is … that’s what you like when you get it right. You love such bad pick up lines. And when he winked at you, you could just hold back a squeak, but not your rosy cheeks, which are slowly gaining colour.

“I got it …”, says Loki, while you both turn away from each other at the same time.

“Oh my gosh, was that lame and you like him? I mean … Oh, your face is red. ”, your best friend begins to blaspheme, but when she sees your face she couldn’t help smiling.

She already knew in the beginning that you are weird and trouble and have an attraction to it. Especially when she has learned that you have a thing for Loki, who has half destroyed New York and yet it didn’t interest you in the least.

Before you could say anything or even make sound, the same guy tapped you on the back again.

“That’s a nice shirt … Can I talk you out of it?”

Surprised you look at him with wide eyes. You haven’t heard this yet, so your pink cheeks turned red.

Thor could no longer watch his brother turn on this poor woman with such bad pick up lines and make a bad impression on himself. With fast steps he runs towards him and turns with a swing Loki to where he hears laughing behind Thor. Its Tony and Clint. They hold each other tight and an arm around their stomach.

“I’m so sorry! Those idiots over there gave him a book with bad pick up lines. He’s not from here…”

Dumbfounded, you look after Loki and his brother, who leads him to your boss and another guy. You have to watch as Loki sits down beside the other two, who still seem to laugh at him.

“You tricked me?”

“Oh yes! I mean, who would have thought we could trick the god of mischief?”, Tony laughs enthusiastically and gives Clint a high five.

Nervously you look at the boys, while you have to fight the one in you to go to him and just kiss him on the spot. Even if they were bad pick up lines, you can decide for yourself if you like them or not! If they only knew what you had on the box, then they would be speechless! Your friend, who seems to have noticed your inner struggle, sighs loudly and pushes you in their direction.

“Come on, go! This is your chance.”

Stumbling into it, Tony and Clint suddenly stopped to laugh as they realize who is on their way to them. Apparently, Tony doesn’t realize that you’re one of his employees, which is understandable because he has so many. But that doesn’t matter. Your gaze lingers on Loki, who looks puzzled to you as he notes that the two idiots next to him have stopped laughing. Curious, everyone watches your movement, because no one can really put together what you still want from Loki or the others.

“Excuse me … Do your lips taste as good as they look?”

Chewing nervously on the lower lips, you observe each of their reactions. Thor, who looks surprised at you and then has a big grin on his face, an irritating Tony and a startled Clint, who didn’t expect the reaction from you. But your eyes stayed with Loki, who takes a closer look at you. His eyes rested briefly on your red cheeks, then on your lips, which you unconsciously caress seductively, and then stick to your eyes, which pull him right to you.

“Oh darling … Feel free to try.”, Loki whispers to you after getting up to get to you.

Without saying anything, you wrap your arms around his neck to pull him closer to you. With some hesitation you lay your lips on his, whereupon he instantly gets his hands to your back and pulls you even closer to deepen the kiss. To not be able to suppress a moan as his tongue pressed your lips apart to start a hot fight with yours. Her hands clenched his hair, causing him to growl loud into the kiss.

“DOES HE GET AWAY WITH EVERYTHING?”, Tony asks loudly and annoyed, while he dramatically throws his arms in the air, so Thor starts to laugh out loud and you have to interrupt your kiss.

“No one can trick the trickster as well as he does.”, Thor laughs further and says goodbye to the group, still amused by the incident.

“What .. How .. How did that happened?”, Clint asks himself as he doesn’t let the eyes of both of you.

As you notice your position among the many eyes, you clear your throat and try to hide your face in Loki’s chest. Fuming, he pushes you closer to him, ignoring what the others have to say. He had success and finally have the girl in his arms, he hasn’t gotten out of his head since the incident. How she looked apologetically at him with sweet eyes and apologized again and again when she ran against him with the many folders and looked so lost.

“How about we move the party to my room?” Loki suggests, looking down at her.

“Only if I can talk you out of this nice shirt of yours.”, You murmur against his chest and look embarrassed up to him, only to find a giant grin on his face.

“Oh darling, you know what menu is in my room? Me-N-U.”

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[thorscock-y]

Library (Loki x reader)

Request: Anon asked,  Hi I saw that requests were opened, so can you plz write something with Loki x a very flirty (and kinda dirty minded) reader ending in smut? Thank you in advance!

Warnings: Smut, NSFW Images, 18+, Oral, female receiving, Unprotected sex, 

Authors Note: I added a little plot to this just because my literature self can’t just jump into a story so yeah haha, enjoy love. PSA, no gifs belong to me, rightful credit to owners. 

Masterlist

It was a calm sunny day in New York, traffic was light which meant there wasn’t much honking to be heard and it just helped with the peaceful silence. You were in your room, reading one of your favorite books. Cuddled up in your warm fuzzy blanket, still in your pj’s, you decided today would be a lazy day since you had no plans ahead of you. Or so you thought. 

A knock on your door causes you to look up from your book. As you’re about to reply, the door opens anyway without consent for the person to come in. You know for sure that this is Jane. The two of you share a nice apartment together, best friends since you were a little, and the brunette always knocks but never waits for an answer if she can come in or not. 

She enters, a face full of smile and excitement. 

“Well, come in.” You say, sarcastically. 

“Come to Asgard with me!” She’s practically jumping off of her feet with excitement.

Confused by her statement, you set down your book then sit up in your bed. Did you just hear this woman right? Go to Asgard. Somewhere you’ve never been but have been dying to go ever since you’ve heard about the beautiful place. It’s something you’ve been studying for years now with Jane

“What?” You ask, eyebrows furrowed. 

“Well, I know how you’ve been wanting to go for a while so last night I was talking to Thor about it, asking if you could go and all and guess what? He’s all for it!” She’s jumping up and down like a happy five year old. Obviously she can’t contain her excitement. “He consulted with his dad and he gave him the get go that it’s okay to bring you, this time.”

“Are you serious?” A huge smile is planted on your face as you flip over the covers, hopping out of bed. 

“Yes, I am not even joking with you right now so get ready.” 

Your eyes widen in astonishment. 

“Wait, we’re leaving today? Now?” Your plans of having a day off had been canceled though you didn’t mind. You loved your comfy bed but going to Asgard was a far way better choice. It had just caught you so off guard that you’d be going as of now. 

“Yes, we’re leaving in like ten minutes, Thor’s here.” 

“Thanks for the heads up.” You began to scramble around in your gores, looking for a suitable outfit to wear. 

Jane shrugged. 

“Sorry, I didn’t find out until a minute ago now would you just throw something on? I’m excited for you to see everything there, it’s so beautiful.” 

“What do they even wear in Asgard?” 

“Honestly, it doesn’t matter. Just get dressed, we’ll be waiting.” With a quick grin, she’s out the door. 

“Such a help.” You mutter to yourself then just throw on something casual and simple. A white cotton sweater with black jeans and knee high boots. You walked over to the mirror, to make sure everything looked alright. As you were about to began to adjust some things, Jane came rushing back into the room. 

“Great, you look perfect, let’s go.”

There was no fighting this woman, so you complied and let her drag you out of your room and into the living room where Thor was. He was sitting on the couch, in human clothes. You had gotten used to this; him being here and all. He was like a brother to you, the two of you got a long very well. He saw you as a sister as well. 

“Hey big guy,” You say. 

“Hello to you, lady Y/N.” he stands up, pulling you into a big bear hug. 

“How many times do I have to tell you to just call me by my name and not “lady Y/N?” It sounds weird.” 

“Forgive me but it is how we formally greet each other back in Asgard though I don’t tend to hug any woman except my mother there so you and Jane are the lucky ones.”

“Mhm, I’m pretty sure you and Jane do more than hugging from what I hear.” You recall the sounds of them, all through the night doing God knows what. All you know is you’re never going to forget those nights where Jane and Thor get carried away. The loud moans from the both of them make you want to throw up. 

Jane blushes and looks down while Thor seems to be quite the opposite. He’s glad to be hitting that ass every night. 

“Well what can I say? Jane is a woman of vulnerability under my touch and-”

Jane claps and interrupts him before he can say more. 

“Alright, time to go! No more discussion of our sex life or there won’t be one anymore.” 

You laugh and it’s not a moment more until you guys are on the road. Jane is driving to the spot where you guys first met Thor and she hit him with the car. Oh how that was the funniest thing ever, who would’ve known that would lead to you actually going to Asgard right now at this very moment. You flood Thor and Jane (but mostly Thor) with questions of what Asgard looks like and what’s it like there and if it’s like your research. Sure Jane has told you everything there is to know considering she’s been there quite a few times but you wanted to hear it from the man who’s lived there for basically his whole life. 

Thor just told you to wait until you get there so you sat back and tried to envision what you were in store for. Soon enough you guys are standing in the grass and Thor yells something about a Bifrost and you knew what a Bifrost was from your research. You hold onto him tightly, Jane on the other side and then you’re flying high in the air.

Afraid you’ll fall, you clutch onto Thor very tightly. Your heart is hammering out of your chest as you look up and around you and see a rainbow like shimmer. When you arrive in Asgard, your breath is taken away for you have never seen anything more beautiful than the scene above you. It was more than you imagined, more than you dreamed. 

You gasp, grinning from ear to ear. 

“Beautiful isn’t it?” Thor asks. 

Loss for words, you nod, still taking in the sight of the place. 

“Come on, let me introduce you to my family and then you can venture.” 

Thor introduces you to Frigga, Odin and a few of his friends. They’re very kind people and your legs are shaking as you speak to the king and queen. It’s just that you had never met royalty and even though you were meeting them in a mystical world, it was still all very surreal. You can’t believe you’re actually here.

The first place you became really interested in was their library. What they taught the kids here was exquisite, more advanced then what they teach on earth. Thor and Jane had went on to do their own “thing”, trusting that you would be okay on your own so that left you alone in the huge library. 

The library was Loki’s quiet place. To get away from everyone because he didn’t like anyone. All he ever hears is talk of his perfect brother, so why even bother to linger in the kingdom? The people of Asgard knew it to be Loki’s place so that’s why they never dared to go there. 

Seeing you in his forbidden area had him angry yet you intrigued him. Beautiful, curvy slim waist with a nice ass. Loki was for sure an ass man alright. You’re struggling to reach a book so he comes to your aid, finding it the perfect opportunity to began messing with you. 

“Now,” You jump at the voice and turn to your side to see a man. Tall, sleek black hair, pale skin but the hot type of pale. He was the drop dead sexiest man you’d ever seen. “I know you are not from Asgard by the way you dress, so may I ask who you are and what are you doing here, earthling?” 

You gulp and turn to look at the man, towering over you. The desire to reach the book has vanished your mind.

“Well I came here with Thor. He wanted to show me Asgard.” You say, not breaking eye contact with him. He’s so damn cute, you’re usually one to not pay that much attention to men and focus on your investigations but this man was making you want to throw all those rules out the door. Yes, he was that fucking hot. 

“Thor? Of course.” He grabs the book that you were trying to get and holds it out for you. “I don’t remember Thor ever bringing beautiful women to Asgard. If he had, I would’ve remembered a beautiful face such as yours.” 

And that is the start of your relationship with Loki or whatever it was.You honestly weren’t sure what to call it. As you continued to visit Asgard more often, the more the bond between you grew. The endless flirting, the longing glances between each other when no one was looking. Leaving was the worst part but coming back was your favorite.

“You’re killing me, love.” He said, one day.

 You were bent over picking up a book, you had “accidentally” dropped on the floor. You wore a skirt on purpose so your sexy lace panties could be seen over your round ass, the ass Loki loved to watch while you walked anywhere. To see it almost bare had his cock twitching with excitement and he fought the urge to bend you over the table and take you right there. 

“Oops, I’m just so clumsy.” You say innocently, knowing what you were doing was driving him crazy. Just to mess with even more, you dropped another book in attempt to get the other. “Oh darn, I just keep dropping books.” 

Loki’s done keeping restraint, all he knows is he wants to touch you now and the God of Mischief always get’s what he wants. He gets up from his chair, teleporting over to you. You don’t notice he’s there until you feel his cold hands around your waist, and his crotch on your ass. Your smirk to yourself at the reaction you got out of him. He pulls you so your back is to his chest. 

“Feeling a little risque today, darling?” He says in your ear. 

“Nope.” You say, pulling away from him. You set the books down on the shelf.  He groans lowly. “I’m actually feeling a bit.........bored. Are you bored?”

“Bored? With me? My feelings are infinitely hurt and no, I’m never bored when in the company of the most gorgeous girl in the world.” 

Not impressed, you turn around, pretending to scan the shelves of books while walking away. 

“I bet you call all the women here gorgeous.”

 He follows you. 

“No, I don’t. No woman is as gorgeous as you are.”

 Even though you saw Loki as this sultry arrogant asshole, you took notice of how his attention was never on any of the other women in the kingdom. None of the servants, none of the women from Midgard, his eyes only were always on you. And it was true, Loki only had eyes for you. He enjoyed the flirtatious games the two of you had. 

“Yeah.....okay.” You loved toying with him, it was all part of the fun. 

“Honestly, do you truly think,” He once again teleported in front of you so you had no choice but to stop walking. “Any women could measure up to your beauty?”

“I don’t know,” You shrugged then dangerously moved closer to him. You put a fingertip on his chest, twirling it around. “How about you prove it to me?”  

Loki knew exactly what you had in mind. A cunning smile spread across his face and before you knew it, you were pinned against the wall, Loki’s hands on your waist. You gasp at the suddenness of everything. “

You, my dear, have no idea what you’re in store for.” he says wickedly and then he’s kissing you, hungrily and wanting. Weeks and weeks of lust pushed through him. This is all he’s wanted to do since the moment he laid eyes on you and you felt the same as well. 

You kiss back, not caring of the possibility of someone walking in any minute to catch the two of you. Loki flicks his tongue over your bottom lip wanting to be let in but you smirk into the kiss and decide to tease him by not letting him. He groans into the kiss then moves his hand down under your skirt and begins to massage your clothed clit. You moan and he takes that as his chance to slip his tongue into your mouth, gaining his dominance.

  Asshole 

You move your hand to his chest the other around his neck, wanting to touch him. You’ve been craving this for the longest time now, the feeling of Loki’s lips on yours, his touch, his fingers, all of it had your body heating up and wetness was pooling at your core. He was still rubbing you, softly and slowly but that didn’t last long as he pulled away from the kiss. He placed sloppy wet kisses all over your neck before sinking to his knees. You were startled by this action, not sure what he was doing.

 “Relax, kitten.” He spoke softly, glancing up at you.

He reached beneath your skirt, then pulled your panties down. You stepped out of them then Loki took them, tucking them into his back pocket. As you were about to object to that, just to be stubborn, he placed a kiss to your thigh, and then another, and then another each one coming closer to your heat. 

His lips were cold due to being a son of a frost giant and all but you didn’t mind. The contrast of temperature between his cold skin and your warm skin felt good. 

He slid his hands to your thighs spreading them apart then didn’t waste anymore time as pulled up your skirt then captured your clit into his mouth, sucking. You bit your lip, not wanting to moan to give him the satisfaction that he was pleasuring you. He noticed and began licking over your glistening folds while gripping onto your thighs tightly. Fuck, it felt so good that you couldn’t help but let out a small soft moan.

 He smirked to himself then continued on with his deadly acts. He delves deeper, licking past your folds and over your slit. Your hands involuntary grips onto his dark locks, a moan escaping your lips. He groaned in response, delving deep into your pussy. Your taste was like non other, and he couldn’t wait to taste what your juices tasted like flowing into his mouth. He pulled away placing a kiss on your inner thigh before sliding a finger into you, then adding another in after. 

You threw your head back onto the wall, your whimpers following. He kisses your clit softly then begins to flick his tongue over it while thrusting his fingers in and out of you. Your breathing is ragged, your chest heaving up and down from the immense pleasure Loki is bringing you.

 His hand moves to the back of your knee, pulling your legs further apart so he can taste more of you. He curls his fingers inside of you, your orgasm slowly approaching you as he does this. His tongue is fast, licking over your bundle of nerves bringing you close to the edge. Your grip on his hair tightens and you moan. Your walls clenched around his digits, his tongue still swirling figure eights on your clit, enticing pleasure within you. 

His mouth was amazing, you didn’t know how to act. Soon enough you were coming onto his fingers and onto his face, letting out a loud relieving moan that rang all through the walls of the library. It really is good no one ever uses this library except for Loki. He continues to kiss on your clit, pulling his fingers out of you.

 He throws your leg over his shoulder then is lapping at your juices not wanting to miss a single drop. Your hips jerked forward, sensitive from the previous orgasm but you still enjoyed the feeling of his mouth on you. He nibbled on your clit gently before placing a quick kiss on your pussy then pulling away. 

He stood up so you were now face to face. His chin was dripping with your wetness. He licked his lips before wiping his face with the back of his palm.

 “You taste divine,” He said, huskily. Your legs are still slightly numb and you’re still a bit breathless from that amazing orgasm. 

He kisses your lips, hard and rough and you kiss back, wrapping your hands around his neck, deepening the kiss. You can taste yourself on his cold lips and that sends shivers down your spine. You moan into the kiss, loving his dominance. He pulls away from the kiss, leaning his forehead against yours.

 “But I’m afraid I’m not done with you yet, darling.” Before you can speak he turns you around, applying a hard smack to your ass. 

You yelp in surprise then Loki grabs your skirt dragging it quickly down your legs. You put your hands on the wall to steady yourself as you hurriedly step out of it. Next he unbuttons your blouse then slides it off of you, all of this being done very quickly. He’s so eager to be inside of you, and you’re eager to feel him inside of you, both of you were longing for this moment.

Next he unbuckles his pants, sliding them down along with his briefs. His cock is erect and you feel it against your butt causing you to moan from the interaction.

 He kisses your shoulder then teases you, flicking the tip over your enlarged numb. You whine in anticipation. 

“Loki, please.”

 “What is that? Do I hear a plea coming from your sweet little mouth?” 

Seriously? He was going to be his usual arrogant self now? 

“Yes, just please. My king, please.” You know from what Loki has told you, he wants to rule the world so badly so you thought calling him that would spice it up.

The name sets him off and then he slams into you without warning making you cry out in pleasure. Your walls feel like heaven around him but he gives you a second to adjust. When you give him the get go he then once again thrust inside of you, his pubic bone bouncing off of your ass and then he does it again, not stopping. He grabs your hips tightly while you hold onto the wall for support, soft moans leaving your mouth.

You shivered as you felt the absolute thickness of Loki, pumping inside of you not ever imagining it to be this good. Sure, you dreamt of it, daydreamed of this very moment but never suspected that Loki would have the expertise to be this good. His godlike dick was also helping, sending you into a world of pure bliss. He was truly a God in every way. 

Loki watched the way your beautiful ass bounced on his hardened dick, the way your wetness coated his shaft, and the feeling of your walls around him. It was all a beautiful moment that he never wanted to end with you. The way your angelic moans filled the air turned him on even more. He loved pleasuring you like this. 

You whimpered as your legs were beginning to shake from the unstopping hard pleasurable thrusts Loki was bringing. The sounds of his skin slapping against yours echoed around the library, sweat broke out onto your bodies making the moment even more hot and bothered then it already was. 

The fullness of him is heavenly. He groans then moves deeper into you. Oh, now you can feel him into the brim causing a tingle to erupt into your stomach, your libido rising like crazy. 

Wanting to feel your skin even more, Loki yanks you to him roughly so your back is near to his chest. His hand moves to your throat, the other holding your breast. You can feel him deeper inside of you causing your eyes to roll to the back of your head, the pleasure becoming too much for you to handle. 

You could feel his breath fanning on your ear, as he continued on to pummel into your pussy relentlessly. Your mouth was wide open in a silent moan. With each new thrusts, he rammed deeper making your body convulse just by that action. You felt it again, that same feeling deep down in darkest part of your body. You were going to come, soon. 

Tightly your walls engulfed Loki’s cock and he groaned at the feeling. One hand came and rubbed over you clit fast building up your nerves, your orgasm approaching quickly. 

“Oh, Loki, I’m-”

“I know dear.” He kissed your neck, licking and nipping and before you know it your orgasm is raging through you. You moaned out loudly. It wasn’t long until his cock twitched inside of you and spurring hot loads of come inside of you. His come mixes with yours and he doesn’t stop as he rides out both of your highs. Your eyes are hooded with lust. 

Loki grips your neck harder, turning your head to the side to capture your lips in his as he continues to fuck you but slowly and sensually now. You moan into his mouth, relishing in this moment. He pulls away and pecks your lip. He pulls out of you as well then turns you around. Both of you are breathing hard from that amazing fuck. 

“Was that enough proof?” He asks, a mischievous grin plastered on his face. 

You wrap you hands around his neck pulling him close to you, so your noses are touching. “More than enough.” 

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[fluffyseapancakes]

Hiya! I was wondering if you could write a fic where the reader has a brother/sister relationship with Thor and she’s being all whiny and childish when she’s training. Thor gets fed up and tickles her to shit her up? Thanks, Ly queen💜

I love Thor (and Loki) with a little sister

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“Dear sister are you prepared for training today?” Thor stormed into your room without knocking, he was already dressed in his body armor and was swinging Mjolnir around his arm. You groaned and closed the book about Midgardians that Loki had lent you. Lately Thor’s been on a training kick and he dragged you out of your room to spar for hours. You enjoyed spending time with your brother but you felt absolutely exhausted afterwards and right now all you wanted to do was read and relax.

“Do we have to Thor?” You whined, you looked up at him with your best puppy dog eyes, “I’m still really sore from yesterday.”

“Your attempts at getting out of this will not work today Y/N,” Thor grabbed your training armor from the chair which you lazily tossed it on the night before, “Father says there’s a war coming and we must be prepared.”

“Father says that every month,” you whined, your brother threw the armor at you which you caught with displeasure.

“I would rather that we be prepared for war than the latter,” Thor turned around and started to walk out of your room, “be at the training ring in ten minutes or else I will drag you out there with force.”

You knew better than to challenge Thor on his threat, the last time Loki didn’t take him seriously, he ended up with sore ribs and a bruised ego. You looked down at your open book and enviously stared at the illustration of what Midgardians called a “car.” They had technology do everything for them, including fighting and winning battles. You wondered why Asgardians were more advanced in some ways compared to them, yet your people still fought with swords and godly weapons. Loki had taught you that even with the powers of a god, never underestimate the capabilities of other species. You hated training and desperately wished you were in Midgard instead shopping at a “mall” or going to a “museum.” Everyone in your family seemed to forget that you were much younger than your brothers and being prepared to fight any incoming battles was not a healthy and fun childhood for you. You loved your brothers of course, but you secretly prayed that they would act like normal siblings for once.

The training armor was a bit too big for you since it was Loki’s when he was younger. It weighed possibly a third of your size but you learned how to move and fight with it on. The first day you put on the armor, you were barely able to stand up but now you could move faster than Loki and it felt almost like it was just another extension from your body.

The training arena was a short walk from your room, but you slowly dragged your feet to waste some extra time. Training with Loki was mostly fun and he taught you how to use magic to fight enemies, but Thor always got too aggressive and you would walk out with cuts and bruises. You knew that wasn’t his intention and he was trying to make sure you were strong enough to defend yourself, but you were just a kid and it was too much for you to handle.

“About time,” Thor’s loud voice echoed throughout the empty room and you grimaced at the sight of his hammer cradled in his arms. Sometimes Thor made it fair and fought you without his precious weapon, other times he made it nearly impossible to beat him and you were guaranteed to get more than cuts and bruises.

“Why don’t you put down your girlfriend and we can fight fair and square?”

“A war is coming dear sister, you cannot coax the enemy into putting down their weapon to make it fair,” Thor ignored your comment about the hammer, “I know you do not enjoy all this training, but it will come in handy very soon.”

“Fine,” you mumbled, you swung your arms down to your sides and two small blades that were concealed up your sleeves slid down into view. Loki had taught you that trick and you thanked the gods that the knives didn’t fall out prematurely and caused you to embarrass yourself, “let’s fight brother.”

To your shock Thor held nothing back and the wind was painfully knocked out of you as he nailed a punch into your chest. You fell back on your butt in a daze.

“Yielding already sister? I expected more from you,” he grinned, staring down at you. You glared at him and clenched your fists in frustration.

“A maiden can punch harder than that,” you sassed, immediately you stood up and connected a sharp right hook into your brother’s face. You felt skin split under your knuckle and he grunted with shock and pain.

“You look fitting with that,” you motioned to the cut that you inflicted on his face, “maybe you’ll actually get some women for once.”

“Will you stop insulting me?” Thor swung his fist towards your face and you quickly dodged it, you grabbed the knives you dropped on the floor and threw them at him, he hit them out of the air with his hammer.

“Then will you stop dancing and start fighting?” You aimed a kick to his head but he ducked and pushed your body to the ground. Before you could get up he straddled your hips and you prepared yourself for the fury of fists that will rain upon your face.

“I see Loki has made an influence on you,” you looked up at Thor’s face and instead of anger, you saw a hint of amusement in his eyes, “I must admit sister, he has taught me some skills too.”

You knitted your eyebrows in confusion, Loki wasn’t usually a physically aggressive fighter like Thor and preferred to keep his hands clean by using magic. You couldn’t think of any skills that Loki could possibly have taught him.

“It’s been a while since I have done this,” Thor unbuckled your armor and tossed it aside, leaving you in your thin shirt, you shivered as the cold air hit your sweaty skin. He placed his overly large hands on your ribs and you instinctively giggled at the contact, you realized his plans and your eyes grew wide.

“Don’t you dare brother,” you hissed menacingly, but Thor thought it was rather adorable that you were smiling childishly with sweaty hair wildly covering parts of your face. You actually looked like a young teenager instead of a perpetually sassy and hardened goddess.

“I must get you out of Loki’s spell,” Thor wiggled his fingers against your ribs and you bucked up with giggles pouring out of your mouth. After teasing your ribs for a while, he moved down your sides and gave them a little squeeze. You erupted into a loud squeal and tried desperately to get away but Thor had you pinned down with no chances of escape.

“Bingo,” he laughed, he continued to tickle your sides and poked at your belly, you were in absolute hell and all you could do was take the torture and laugh. His fingers dug into your belly and somehow you felt jolts of electricity flowing through his fingertips, the sensation was unbearable and you screamed with laughter as he alternated between your belly and your sides. You tried to beg for mercy but any words that tried to come out of your mouth was cut off with a scream. Thor used his thumbs to rub circles into your hipbones, you immediately cursed at him and descended into a fit of laughter. The electric shocks travelled down your legs to your feet, creating a tingling sensation on your soles. You knew that gods couldn’t die from laughter, but you were starting to think that you were going to be the first one to perish under your brother’s fingers.

“I believe murder was not part of the training curriculum,” an amused voice came from the doorway. Thor stopped tickling you for a minute to turn to see the visitor. You weakly lifted your head and saw your other older brother Loki leaning against the wall with his usual shit eating smirk on his face.

“Brother! Care to join in? This is surprisingly rather relaxing,” Thor tweaked your ribs and laughed as you bucked with a squeal.

“With joy,” Loki walked towards you and Thor, you opened your mouth to complain but closed it when you saw him sneakily wink at you. Thor was too busy poking your belly to notice that his brother had come up behind him and latched his fingers on his waist. He let out a huge scream and collapsed on the ground in frantic laughter. Loki used his magic to keep the god of thunder still and went to town on his upper body.

“You’re right brother, this is very relaxing,” Loki chuckled as he poked and prodded at his ribs. You slowly sat up and rubbed the remaining feelings of the electric shocks from your body, you watched your brothers wrestle around and you quietly laughed to yourself. Thor had broken out of Loki’s bonds and his fingers were wildly scribbling on his belly, his rare cackle filled the room and you smiled at the rare sight of your brothers acting like children. Midgard may have all the technology and amazing creations, but they don’t have your brothers and you knew your life would not be complete without them.

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[lareinenoir]

∆Take it all Back ∆

Loki x Female! Reader

Request : Hi, I’m new at this (don’t even know if this is how you do it) but I was wondering if you could write some angst where reader is loki’s wife during Ragnarok, I don’t know the plot could be up to you. Please and thank you very much.

WARNING: |Swearing| Suggestive Language/ Content| Mentions of sex|Angst|

Summary: Loki is now the king of Asgard. All he seems to care about is the throne and the love connection just isn't there anymore.

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"Loki we have to talk about this." You say folding your arms as he continued walking around the room. "We can't ignore this forever."

"Y/N, its the fact that I'm trying not to think about it and you bringing it up is driving me mad!" He shouted and I take in a sharp breath. "I can't think about it, Y/N."

"Fine then don't and watch it fester in your heart and when we get into another argument you are going to remind yourself of that pain all over again," I say back sucking in my cheeks. "And you know what...I'm not even sorry I did it."

His eyes turn to me and a snarl leaves his throat. Loki's eyes burned a hole in mine and that was the first time I actually felt something from him in a while.

Loki shakes his head and said to me, "How dare you! You aren't sorry? Really!"

"I was lonely!" I shout back poking my fingers at his chest. "I forget sometimes why the hell I married you in the first place Loki." I say bitterly. "All you do is sit on your arse and pretend to be someone you are not. You don't lay with me and give me any type of pleasure. The last time you touched me was the night you kinged yourself! So FORGIVE me for finding the idea of Thor touching me more pleasing!"

Loki quickly grabbed my throat and my back was against the wall. Loki didn't squeeze but I wanted him to rough me up a bit. I couldn't help but feel my opening pulse with excitement. I took in a breath and felt my lips curve into a smile.

"Watch your tongue, woman." He hissed as I lick my lower lip. "I'll make you regret your words."

I leaned into his forehead and whispered, "I dare you." A smirk playing on your face

I wanted him to take off my clothes and bend me over that bed face first. I want to feel him touch me, touch my body like he used to. I am tired of feeling numb.

He didn't. He let me go and I fixed the sleeve of my dress that was falling. Loki was walking away and I scoffed. "Enjoy your theater Loki." I tell him, leaning on the wall.

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I had walked in on the last bits of the play and watched my husband sit in his chair laughing it up with the guards and women. Those pretty, young women. I felt my fist ball up as one of then touches his shirt.

"Touch my hus-King again, girl." I say to her in the ear "And I'll have you thrown off the rainbow bridge."

Loki must've heard me because he looked up for a brief second watching the girl scurry off.

Just as I was about to speak, I see Thor walk in with his knee bent down to Odin.

"Oh, shit." Loki mumbles

He then announced loudly,

"My son! Thor has returned! Greetings my boy."

I fold my arms and watch him carefully. Would Thor believe this was his father?

The internal shock I had was, was Loki going to get caught?

What happens now that Thor is back?

His brother interrupts my thoughts saying,

"It's an interesting play. What's it called?"

He spent more time on it then I thought. His ego was getting the better of him and it annoyed me very much.

"The Tragedy of Loki of Asgard. The people wanted to commemorate him."

Pshaw! Yeah right. Loki wanted to commemorate himself and I sat there and watched. Watched him forget all about me.

Thor then replied a bit questioning,

"Indeed they should."

They both stare at the statue of Loki. Sometimes I'd sit there in front of it and rant to him. That statue Loki seemed to be a better listener than the real one.

"I like that statue. A lot better looking than he was when he was alive, though." He jokes and I crack a smile. "A little less weasely. Less greasy maybe."

I have never met Thor. Right now standing a couple feet away, he was indeed very handsome.

His humor...Loki never told me he was funny.

I feel Thor look to me and I quit laughing and look to the ground. "And who might you be?" He asks me and I swallow

" Y/N. A uh...um" I feel Loki staring at me. I couldn't exactly say wife to Odin. That would be so awkward. "Odin's advisor." I smile bowing to him

"Ah," he chuckled taking my hand and laying a neat kiss in my fingers. "Lady Y/N. Its a pleasure to meet you. Why you are very...beautiful."

"Why that she is." I hear Loki scoff terribly under his breath and I give him a sharp look.

Wow. Beautiful...I haven't been called that in a long while. I wasn't sure if I still was.

Thor continued,

"You know what this is?" He raised the skull by the chains

Odin answer quite hastily and shocked.

"The skull of Surtur? That's a formidable weapon."

He takes it off his back and Odin watches him hand it over.

Thor approaches a guard to give it to him

"Do me a favor. Lock this in a vault so it doesn't turn into a giant monster and destroy the whole planet."

"So, its back to midgard for you is it?" Asks Odin.

I wasn't sure if I wanted Thor to go. No because he seemed like someone I could talk to about anything and Yes...well isn't it obvious? If he stayed, Loki would soon get caught.

Thor starts YO-YOing Mjolnir, and turns back to Odin.

"Nope! I've been having this reoccurring dream lately." He says, throwing his hammer back and forth. "Every night I see Asgard fall into ruins."

That's just a silly dream... Signs of an overactive imagination" says Loki.

I can hear it in his voice at how nervous he is now and I feel myself hold my breath. I give Loki a look and we both read each others mind.

I think hes into us. Onto Loki that is!

"Possibly... but then I decide to go out there and investigate and what do I find? But the nine realms completely in chaos!" He says and I know Thor is trying to remain calm. I suck in a sharp breath as he continued. "Enemies of Asgard assembling, plotting our demise, all while you, Odin, the protector of those nine realms are sitting here in your bathrobe eating grapes."

Oh yeah...he knows. Best to come out now, maybe he'll have mercy on us.

"Thor." I say and take in a breath. "I-"

"Well," Loki eyes me with a glare and I quickly cower away. Why...I don't know. "Its best to respect

"Well, it is best to respect our neighbors freedom." Said Loki in a shaky voice trying to avoid the eyes of his brother.

Thor threw mjolnir and it returned to his hand.

"Of course, the freedom to be massacred."

I could feel Loki's emotions getting quite frazzled.

" Yes, besides, I have been rather busy myself." He chuckles and motions with his hands.

"Watching theatre." Replied Thor in disbelief

"Board meetings, and security, council meetings..."

Thor rolled his eyes and let out a brief sigh as if he was getting tired.

"You really going to make me do it?"

What was he going to do?

"Do what?" Asks Loki

Thor Spins Mjolnir and then hurls it off into the distance, and grabs Odin by the back if the neck. My body tenses up and I see the worry in Loki's eyes.

Odin's royal attendants gasp in shock and I do so as well. My hand covers my mouth and I say a silent prayer. I snap at the guards to get their attention to stop this. The Einherjar bodyguards rush at Thor but he kicks them away

"Thor..." I speak reaching out my hand to grab Loki

He payed no attention to me

"You know that nothing will stop mjolnir as it returns to my hand."

"Thor what are you doing!" I say shaking my head

Mjolnir stops mid-air and starts rocketing back, directly at Loki!

"Not even your face." He mutters in Loki's ear. Thor wouldn't dare! Thats his brother! My husband. This wasn't apart of the plan. It wasn't supposed to go like this

"You've gone quite mad. You'll be executed for this."

Mjolnir approaches at a terrifying speed as Loki struggles. I begin to close my eyes because if Loki did not comply, if he didnt yield...

"Then I'll see you on the other side...brother."

"Yield!" I shout and my voice cracks

The jig is up. A shimmering illusion dissipates, revealing: the face of my husband.

"Alright, I yield!"

Thor drops Loki to the ground and catches Mjolnir. Loki looks to Thor with his hands up defensively. I run to him and my hands wrap around him taking in his scent.

Skurge arrives a little late and out of breath. While trying to catch his breath he attempts to speaks,

"Behold! Thor..Odinson-"

"You had one job!" Said Loki pushing me off him and I try my best not to show how much it hurt. " Just the one." His hands in his hip giving him a very stone cold look and his lips in a tight line.

"Where's Odin?" Asks Thor with a scoff

Completely ignoring him Loki said, "You just couldn't stay away, could you? Everything was fine without you. Asgard was prospering" he points to the crowd of people around them. "You've ruined everything. Ask them." He demanded for his brother

Those who aren't freaked out are becoming gradually angrier, eyes on both of us.

Thor walked up on Loki, who backs up onto the chaise lounge.

"Where's father?" Thor asked again "Did you kill him?"

Loki answered shaking his head.

You had what you wanted, you had the independence you asked for!" Loki sounded bitter as he falls to the couch behind him.

Thor pressrd Mjolnir onto Loki's chest. He gave him an angry look and I balled my fists up. I didn't know how much more I could take of this.

"Ow-ow-ow! Alright! I know exactly

where he is."

"Get off of him!" I shout and find my fist at Thor's face. Taking a breath as he looked at me I go off. "YOU WEREN'T SUPPOSED TO HURT HIM! THAT WASN'T APART OF THEN PLAN! YOU COULD HAVE KILLED HIM!"

"He's alive and well m'lady. That was my understanding of the deal" He answers and I take in another breath as Loki stands to his feet.

"Plan?" He asks "what plan? Thor what is she talking about?"

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I was dragged by the sleeve of my dress into our room then practically thrown in there.

"Loki?" I ask and I feel myself begging as he paced back and forth and I try and get him to tall to me. "Loki, please. Talk to me."

"Talk!" He shouts "I can't trust you Y/N! You brought Thor here! Why!"

"Why?" I repeat a bit taken back. "Are you really that stupid Loki? You don't care about me! You don't care about me anymore!"

"Women don't patronize me!" He shouts "We planned to rule Asgard together!"

"Together my love." I say taking a hold of his hand. "It was my plan for you to fake your death, get Thor out of Asgard, for us to rule it together. You are missing that part." Loki doesn't speak as I try and keep the tears in. "It seems that you are the only bone getting something out of this Loki. All I've gotten is to live here and thats it. I've watched your attention go from me to that throne."

He scoffed and snatchrd his hand away from me. "I can't trust you."

"What?"

"Your betrayal is far to great Y/N. You are my wife, who I pledged my love too. I gave you everything, Y/N. I gave you a palace and you betray me? How dare you."

Biting my lip and shake my head as tears escape my eyes. My hand goes up and I feel it against his cheek with a loud 'smack' "HOW DARE I? HOW DARE YOU!" My fingers points to his chest. "BEING THE KING OF ASGARD WAS AN IDEA IN YOUR HEAD UNTIL I CAME UP WITH THE PLAN. YOU OWE ME LOKI!" I spat pushing him with most my strength. "You don't love me...and I was stupid enough to believe you did. Because whats in there," my hand goes to his heart. "is nothing but hate. You could never love anyone but yourself. I was so stupid to marry you."

I wipe my tears and sniff. A smile appears on my face as i see his own tears streaming down his eyes. "I thought bringing Thor here would make it better but no. Its shown me that I don't have to deal with your crap!" My hand goes to the ring in my finger and I slide it off.

He looks up and takes in a breath as I take his hand and place the ring in it. "Really?" He asks not even looking at me. "You're giving this back?"

I don't answer but hear him get angry, "Fine! As the midgardians say, 'Fuck you!' When I come back I don't want see you. I don't want look at your face!"

I walked out the room and did my best to keep my breathing steady. Man did feel good! I told him finally!

Just as I was heading for the corridor I felt my body being pushed between a couple of columns in the hall and I smiled when I saw his face.

"You told him?" He asks me "You gave it back? The ring?"

"Aye." I nodded seeing the smile on his face. "Its just you and me now."

I stood on my tiptoes and kissed his lips. The lips of Thor as he held me tight in his arms.

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[devilbat]

Christmas Movie

Warning: some what angst and fluff.

A/n: I wanted to get this out last night but never did and their maybe a part 2

You turned the main lights off in the living room. Just the Christmas tree and other multicolored stands of light, lighting up the room. As you settle in for the night with a few Christmas movies on your list. You even made hot chocolate for two even though it was only you. With a heavy sigh you curl under the blanket resting your feet up on the over size chair that could fit two. You had hoped a certain god, who you had feeling for. Even though you would try every time you would invite him over. Of course he would say yes to you, but then soon would cancel those plans as there was something he had to do instead. It hurt like hell when he canceled on you. Though you shouldn’t be, the two of you were not together. Just friends, though you wanted more.

It was Christmas Eve you had asked loki if he would like to come over and watch a few Christmas movies. He was curious when you started talking about movies you liked to watch during the holiday season. So you thought since he would most likely be alone that he would like to join you. He agreed to these plans. You didn’t have plans yourself. So you made a small dinner for the both of you. Though you never did ask him over for dinner. You’d thought you would be nice and feed him a Christmas dinner. Though after an hour he didn’t show, nor did you hear from his saying his wasn’t going to make it, with some excuse. Sometimes you just wished he would tell no. It would be easier then then getting your hopes up.

So after waiting you went and change out of your clothes into something more Comfortable. An old sweater dress that you turned into a night shirt. It was warm. Though it had a few holes in it. But who was going to see you in this anyways. Pulling on your knee high knit sock. You were ready for your night alone. You thought about watching some sappy romance Christmas movie on the hallmark channel. But opted out and went with something more You current mood. Black Xmas was what you decided on. Then maybe krampus. You thought about maybe the grinch you weren’t sure yet. Maybe after the two movies you would just go to bed. Then maybe go work in the lab the next day even if it was Christmas Day. Tony always let you come in to the lab when ever you wanted even if it wasn’t a day you worked.

“Brother, I thought you were going to Lady y/n’s tonight?” Thor’s voice boomed almost startling the trickster gad. As he was reading.

“I was,” Loki stated. It wasn’t that he didn’t want to be there with you. No he had deep feelings for you. It’s just he didn’t know how to act around you, without being annoying or wanting things like kissing you. That he knew he couldn’t have. He didn’t think you liked him like that he thought you were just being nice. So he had found excuses to not come over. Even though he would always say yes.

“Loki!” Thor sighed. “You need to stop this. Tell her. You might be surprised on where her feeling lie brother. Do you not think by canceling on Lady y/n, that it may hurt her feelings. Let alone its midgards Yule festival Christmas Eve I believe, they call it.” Thor patted Loki on the shoulder. He knew both of you had feelings for the other he just didn’t know why his brother didn’t see it. He never felt worth of you. And you never felt worthy of him a god, the younger prince of Asgard.

“I don’t even know how to act around her. What em I to do when we are sitting there together.” Loki looked down at his hands. He just wanted to touch you. Any part of you. But he felt that you would be repulsed by him even if it was a simple hand shake. Thor put a small box in Loki’s hands, as his brother looked down at them. “What’s this?” He looked at the gift neatly wrapped with an over sized bow.

“The gift your giving lady y/n tonight for Christmas. Even if I have to drag you over there. Even if I have to set Mjolnir in your lap to keep you there for the night.” Thor smirked as his hand extended out calling for his hammer.

“Alright, I’ll go! You don’t have to get nasty.” Loki hissed putting the small gift in his pocket. As he took a deep breath. “What is in the box?” Loki looked at Thor who had a wide grin on his face.

“You’ll see.” Thor shoved Loki out. “Now, I don’t expect to see you until the night of Christmas Day.” Thor added for shutting the door on Loki.

“I wasn’t going to bed her the first night.” Loki yelled throw the door. As he made his way through the snow. Grumbling to himself. It’s not that he didn’t want to it’s just he would like to at least court you first. You were special to him not like one of his meany harlots back in his youth with Thor.

The knock on the door made you jump, it didn’t help that it was at an intense scene in the movie. You unfolded yourself from under the blanket. Not thinking anything of it. “I’m coming.” You yelled as the Second knock happened. You were already kind of moody by now and really hope to ride yourself over the person that was knocking. Opening the door you were greeted with a black covered chest. As Loki stood his full hight. He was a lot taller then you and you weren’t short either. Your eye traveled up. Looking at a goof grinned god.

“Loki?” You asked almost confused. As you took a step back.

“Hello Love. Sorry, I’m late had to run an errand with Thor.” Loki lies. You stepped aside to let the god in. He was wearing sweatpants and a tight black long sleeve shirt. Though the sweatpants seem to cling to his ass giving you as nice view, before he turned around.

“Really loki you never leave the tower with out a suit on.” Trying to find the lie. “Did Thor kick you out?” You crosses your arm over your chest.

“Remember Love, I can use magic.” He stated as he snapped his fingers, as his body was now covered in a perfectly tailored black suit. God how you hated him for that, it always made you weak in the knee when he wore his suit. With another snap he was back in the clothing before. “I figured I would like to be comfortable for our Christmas movie night. Unless you prefer me in the suit, or perhaps nothing at all?” Loki smiked. ‘Oh god yes please’ was all you could think of. You took a deep breath. As you walked passed the god.

“The clothing you are in are just fine.” You mumbled in frustration. Loki followed you into the kitchen. Mostly staring at your backside and legs. He had never seen you in anything other then slacks and blouses that you tend to wear loosely. Never anything form fitting let alone nothing coving your legs. The little holes scattered about. So many places his fingers could slip in to.

“Midgard to loki.” You called again. Loki had spaces out not realizing you were talking to him.

“Yes darling?” As he realized how close you were.

“I asked if you wanted some hot chocolate.” Loki looked down your hands held a mug of steaming chocolate, while mini marshmallows floated on top.

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[thebifrostgiant]

If You Know Where to Look - Part 4

Summary: in which exsanguination is one hell of a drug

Part 1 / Previous

Read on Ao3

Word count: 2,720

Rating: T (for now)

Pairing: Loki/Reader

Warnings: Blood and Injury

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Chapter 4: The Devil You Know

“What have you done?”

He repeats the words, icy tone thawing into rolling fervor.

She gives no answer. Though her mouth is silent, her lips are pursed as if she might spit. Blood trickles through her clutching fingers, and her eyes, blazing with pain, with hate, dare to meet Einvald’s as he shakes her in frenzied pique.

“He will not want you like this!” He yells, bared teeth inches from her face. “No prince would be willing to pay for a woman with such blemish, no man at all would desire a scarred, ugly little wife!”

And Loki knows, with a wrest in his gut, that this is the heart of it. So greatly does she not want to marry him, so disturbing the mere thought, that she would sooner mutilate herself than be with him. Here is a girl he has not once met before, yet whom he has somehow terrified unto desperation. Is he truly that much of a monster, that one look at him would cause an innocent girl to draw a blade against her own flesh, to carve up her face in her defiance, just to get away from his clutches?

Uncharitable bitterness wells up like bile behind his teeth, wringing his face into a frown.

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You’re shocked. Einvald is shaking you, hard, your whole body swaying on unsteady legs. His face is so near to you, so angry, that tears spring to your eyes, and it hurts, it hurts, the whole side of your face burning like an iron brand, like your cheek is pressed against the red, fulgent coals of a freshly killed fire. And the blood. There’s so much of it, slippery and hot, flowing out of your body even as you try to stanch it. But the words he says tear through the fear and agony and lodge like an arrow in your chest, stopping your breathing as you go limp, numb. Or rather, one word in particular.

Wife. Not a whore. You blink once, twice, dazed.

“No man at all would desire a scarred, ugly little wife.”

The word rolls around your mind and you frantically try to concentrate on it. How could... But that wasn’t... Hadn’t Einvald told you... but perhaps he hadn’t. He had never told you anything. You had been the one to connect the dots, you realize, feeling utterly lost and confused. But then... but why... Why would Prince Loki want you as a bride? You try to grasp at that, try to focus, but your upright body feels like it’s falling, and Einvald is still barraging on about how you’d ruined everything, how he’d never get what was due to him because of your failure, and your vision narrows and dims, and any moment now your body will give one final lurch and then-

“Leave me,” a different voice says in a low hiss.

Einvald stills as if only now remembering he has an audience, and your eyes, which had drifted closed, flicker open as you both, captor and hostage, look at the source.

Loki — stood taut and stately in a loose, silken tunic of patterned silver, and black, close-cut leather leggings, hair neatly combed back from his face — looks both ferocious and imperious, all over a prince, anger roiling behind soft green eyes. At you or at Einvald, you are uncertain.

“Your Highness,” Einvald says in a way that’s meant to be pacifying, turning to the prince with a nervous grin, and it’s jarring to hear him speak so obsequiously after seeing him snap and order around his men and Pínaluk.

Prince Loki doesn’t let him finish.

“You asked a moment of my time, Sir Einvald,” he says crisply, fixing the man with the full brunt of his hard stare. “You stood before me, striving to sell me lies, and offered me this woman, this girl. A noblewoman you said, yet she is nothing of the sort. Do you really believe that, because she doesn’t dress in the rags of peasants, she must have political standing? Or would you attempt to so deceive me, to line your own pockets in my foolishness, and laugh once my back is turned? Know well, Einvald, that I am no fool. Nor do I have want of a bride, much less a frightened little runaway presented to me like wares that can be bargained and purchased!” His voice, while still quiet and restrained, has risen in severity, his fury a low hum waiting to be unleashed. Palpable. He stalks forward nimbly until he is glaring down at Einvald, who has gone pale in the wake of it. “Your moment is over. Now leave me.” The words are bitten out and leave Einvald no room for argument, for smarmy placations or endeavors to wriggle out of the corner he’s been backed into.

You watch with a distant sort of fascination at seeing Einvald so cowed by the prince’s words, subdued like a dog brought to heel by its master. It satisfies some execrable part of you, a dark little recess in your heart that is storehouse to your spite and rancor for the man who stole you and would pawn you off for his own avaricious benefit.

Einvald takes you by the upper arm as he wordlessly tries to flee, and all the halfway-there thoughts of revenge scatter like startled, flighty birds in your head.

Prince Loki holds up a hand in a halting motion.

“No,” he states simply. “She stays.”

Einvald gapes, likes he’s about to protest, to claim he has been somehow cheated, but evidently thinks better of it, and after stopping just long enough to retrieve his fallen seax and wipe it clean in the grass, departs with his men back along the path from where you had come.

Prince Loki approaches you, and you look up at him in question. His countenance has not lessened, and uneasiness laps at your tentative consciousness.

He wraps his fingers around your wrists and pulls your hands from your face. They come away horribly stained, a smeary mess of dark red. You wonder for a passing moment how you’ll ever get all of the blood off your skin. The wound has stopped spewing, and now viscous crour gurgles to the surface indolently.

“Hold still.”

Loki bends down slightly as he inspects the damage you wrought on yourself, and his dark head bobs in front of you. It makes you feel a bit dizzy.

He pries strands of your hair, clumped and tacky with drying blood, out of the wound and turns your head to better observe it. His hands are firm but not harsh, and his manner has the detached brevity of one who is accustomed to tending to impersonal injuries.

This is news, you observe as your eyes droop. You hadn’t heard any talk of the prince’s healing abilities, though you hadn’t heard much talk of him at all, come to think of it.

You’d heard lots about Prince Thor, though. Of his ardent pluck in his many battles, of his might, which made him something of a hero in the eyes of little boys everywhere — as well as many a grown man — as they played at being warriors with their imaginary hammers. Of his boisterous ale-talk, the hearty and captivating tales he told of the adventures of he and his companions when he was in a drinking mood. Of the sweetness he bestowed on Lady Sif without measure, the kind of lingering glances and soft touches that were the envy of the young women who would giggle as they spoke of them, carefree in their yearning for their prince’s affections. You’d heard it been said that a simple smile from Prince Thor was enough to charm even the most callous of people into his good graces.

Yes, Prince Thor was a very popular conversation topic, for everyone loved their future king. It had never occurred to you before to wonder if there was a reason no one gossiped so casually about Prince Loki like that. You frown.

You’re pulled from your slurred thoughts as the prince prods an investigatory finger too close to the raw, open flesh of your cheek, and you cry out and wrench you face away from him, snarling defensively as your eyes water.

“That hurts!” you hiss indignantly, before you can think better of it, before your eyes regain focus and you remember who you’re talking to, and that it would beseem you to show respect for your prince.

“And who, exactly, is to blame for that?” he grits out, more cross than he had been. You say nothing, trying to blink away the last of your tears. “I thought I told you to hold still.”

You set your teeth and brace yourself as he returns to his work.

He leans in further, so close you can smell his hair — and isn't that just plain weird to notice. You wonder if he can smell anything other than the acrid tang of your blood — with a frown of concentration, of irritation, of both, tugging his mouth in a lopsided line.

His fingers once more touch the laceration, and they feel cold over your hot, inflamed skin. It still stings savagely, but the chill numbs the worst of it and you let your eyes fall shut as they’ve been longing to do for a while now. As he drags his fingers along the length of it, it slowly starts to ease, and a curious, tingly sensation spreads, like the rent flesh is being put back together, mended.

Prince Loki pulls his hand away and mutters a curse and you force your eyes open. He’s staring at the place the wound had been in mild alarm, and you feel suddenly cold.

He waves his hand over the spot, trying something else, and a feeling like a warm wind stirs over your face for a second before choking off abruptly, and then he leans back, dumbfounded.

You reach up and find a long line of a scar beneath your fingertips, and the sensation is dull on your face, the rigid, raised flesh hardly seeming like part of your skin, part of you.

Then Loki is shouting.

“You stupid, witless, cowardly little girl!” he seethes, sneering with unchecked malice. “You’ll bear that scar as long as you live,” he says, and there’s something triumphant in the way his eyes gleam, something ugly and gratified, like he knows you deserve it. “That blade must have had an enchantment on it. Elf magic, if my guess is any good, which, if you didn’t know, is notoriously impervious to being tampered with, to being... undone. If my magic cannot heal that wound, nothing in the Nine will.”

Outrage flares in your chest at his demeanor, at the repugnant medley of smug superiority and sheer glee. But his words prick you like nettles, and the sting of them is what smothers the spark of anger. He’s right, and that’s the worst part. This is what you wanted, is it not? It was the plan all along. Although, it never would have been if you had only known ahead that you were never meant to be sold into the prince’s bed. But that hardly matters now, in the aftermath. As the dust settles, what matters is the cold, dead tissue under your fingers, and though the wound no longer pains you physically, there will always be the sharp ache of desperation, of helpless fear in the memory.

You don’t give Prince Loki an answer. You don’t have one to offer even if you deemed him worthy of one. Instead of glowering at him, as you’d very much like to do, you contain yourself, barely, and fix your eyes firmly on the ground, at the spattered drops of blood soaking into the grass. So much blood, you think absently. On your hands. On the earth. Drying to a stiff crust on the front of your dress. All outside of your body. But blood is supposed to be inside. How much of it, of you, did you lose? How much is still left? Is it enough? you wonder woozily, and the thought that it might not be scares you.

You think you hear a voice nearby. It sounds familiar. It sounds... anxious. Maybe it’s your own voice, worried about your lack of blood. But there are footsteps, and surely those aren’t yours. You’re not walking. At least you don’t think so. You glance at your feet, and the slight movement sends the earth reeling beneath you. As you swoon, arms close around your shoulders and you know those aren’t yours. And that’s the last thing you know as fade into full oblivion.

***

Loki grunts as the slack body of the woman crashes into him, and he grabs at her before she can collapse on the ground, supporting her sprawled weight on one knee he’d hurriedly jut out to brace her with his arms clutching at her shoulders. He shifts his limbs so he can haul her up properly, and it’s a little bit awkward, trying to maneuver a good grip without letting her drop, but he manages it eventually. He stands and carries her, her arms and legs limp, hanging weight and her head rolling toward his bicep. He presses her bloodily clothed body closer and mourns a bit at the inevitable blood besmirching a favored tunic of his, but doesn’t dwell on it overmuch as he sets off, again, for the palace.

He walks steadily through the long, echoing halls, the sound of his boot heels on the stone thrumming unduly loud against his eardrums. Servants pass him on occasion, and he pays little mind to their curious eyes and rumor-ready mouths, not daring to think of the nonsense they’ll no doubt spew up to contextualize his cradling of a half-dead looking woman as he traverses the palace corridors and makes his way to the healing wing.

He deposits the woman there in one of the many empty beds, not bothering to turn down the cover as he simply drops her on top of the floral and cream quilt and turns to find Eir. It’s the matter of but a moment, since the goddess of medicine is never far from her halls, even when there are no sick and injured to tend. Her eyes land on his bloody fingers and smudged tunic, and the next moment finds her coming closer, hands instinctually lifting toward him as if to check him over for injuries. Her immutable concern for him is touching, if unnecessary, and he pushes back his lingering acrimony and sore confidence, for the time being, as he addresses her.

“It’s not mine,” he says quietly, before she gets a chance to fret over him in earnest. “I’ve merely bee the unwitting sumpter of your newest patient.”

That causes her to pause and frown in confusion, and perhaps a fair amount of skepticism, before setting in on him with a slew of analytic questions.

He answers her inquiries best he can, which isn’t much, but it’s enough to satisfy her until the woman wakes and can answer for herself.

And so Loki returns to his own rooms, to finally have that bath after all, now that he really needs it, all blood and sweat and simmering irritation from head to toe.

And as he scrubs the refuse of the day from his skin, water long gone tepid, his mind lingers on thoughts of the scared but unrepentant eyes of the girl, of her too-pale lips gone nearly white from the pain, from the loss of blood. Of her grim determination, to do that to herself, to pull the blade across the soft, tender skin of her face. He winces as if he is in pain, just thinking about it. It’s a potent image.

He had called her cowardly. And perhaps, in a way it it is true. Fear of the unknown, of him, had been her motivation. He knows this, just as he knows that the venom that burns in his heart like acid that the thought brings will never truly be silent. But, he realizes uncomfortably, with a twist of his stomach that is dangerously close to something admiring, it was a brave thing to do as well.

Part 5

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[bow-echo]

I haven’t been into MCU

-- in ages.  I stopped at the very early Modern Age.  The movies just didn’t do anything for me.  In an “eh, it’s okay” way.  However! That Loki series looks like great fun. 

#mcu #marvel comics #loki #not the loki in the mythology #loki was odin's adopted brother not his son #loki was a runty ginger giant and made lots of babies #and was funny as hell #read the one where thor and loki dress in drag to get thor's hammer back

[tarithenurse]

Resist temptation

Pairing: Loki x fem!reader

Words: 4959

Warings: Lemon (quite detailed), citrus undertones, maybe a bit of swearing.

A/N: I thought this was going to be a quick 2k smut-celebration, but I can’t write anything without a longish set-up. This hasn’t been proofread yet, because I needed to get it out and done with or I’d keep staying busy with that rather than my assignment on medication and everything related to that. So yeah: please for give typos etc.

Baby sitting. That’s what it is. Damnit, you are a first-class agent and you had expected more when you got assigned to work the Avengers…even if you’ll rarely be on the same missions as them. But no, your task is to keep an eye on Loki when they can’t and somehow that’s going to be almost all the time.

Tossing your clothes less than neatly into the closet, you’re too pissed off to appreciate the serious upgrade in terms of your living conditions. They’ve dragged you all the way over from London for this and the home you had there. Sure, the apartment had been tiny and rundown whereas here the bathroom alone is the size of the old place completely…and what a bathroom. Stepping onto the marble floor on your bare feet, you feel the warmth from the floor-heating creep into your toes. Maybe it’s not all bad.

“FRIDAY…start my playlist.” It’s odd speaking to the empty air, but it works.

…

All unpacked, you’ve started to correct the self-created mess in the closet while singing and dancing along to your favourite tunes and not giving a damn about anyone else. Your new work isn’t starting until next morning. Your hips have found a life of their own, accentuating the beats by drawing horizontal figures of eight in the air while your arms work with hanging dresses and shirts on hangers.

You’ve just smoothed out the worst wrinkles of a black little number when you turn around right into the chest of someone. A cold hand grabs your fist before it’s brought into contact with the jaw of the intruder, another blocks the knee that was going for his groin.

“My my…easily scared?” A well-known smile is beaming impishly down at you

Yanking your hand free, you step back to take in the Asgardian as he stands before you. “Loki…” Your heart is hammering in you throat, but you don’t want him to have the satisfaction of knowing he scared you. “What makes you think, you can just come in here?”

“You didn’t answer, still I wished to see who I’ll be inconvenienced by.” Green-blue eyes are sparkling with mischief and ill-disguised curiosity as he takes in the sight of your curves that are badly hidden in tight jeans and a tank-top.

Shoving him slightly, you usher him towards the door. “Well, don’t pull this sort of crap and you can avoid being inconvenienced.”

He’s not even halfway to the door when he stops dead. “As simple as it may seem, I’m not in the mood to leave just yet…” one steps brings him flush against you and you can feel the muscles of his slender body as he pulls you close with an arm around your waist, “we’ll be in each other’s company often, so I want to get to know you better.”

Cool, soft lips graze your jaw and you can hear him inhale the scent of your hair, the skin of your neck. He’d be an attentive lover. It’s not a thought you want rummaging around in your head, and you hate how it already is sending warm shivers to your core. This man, this god, is made for mischief and sex and he knows it. Use the opponents strength against them. His free hand is travelling teasingly down you spine.

Your voice turns into honey, a soft purr adding to the sensuality as you angle your hips towards the tall man. “I take it you always get want you want?”

“Mhmm.” He doesn’t object as you tangle your fingers in his hair, but rather reciprocates by palming your ass greedily.

The second his lips touches the tender spot under your ear, your fingers lock in the black mess and pull his head away. “Get used to disappointments…god.” The harsh, mocking whisper might be what’s really surprising him, even if there probably haven’t been many who have pulled him by the silken locks with those intensions. “Get…out…”

This time he complies, and you manage to keep the strong appearance until you have slammed the door in his face. Then you collapse with your back against it, trying to get your body to let go of the conflicting needs.

…   Weeks pass   …

If you had hoped Loki would have learned his lesson, then you’d be the one to be disappointed, if anything, he seems to have taken it as a personal challenge to win you over.

The first week you’d see him shadowing you when you went about your day. At breakfast, he’d be watching your eat, learning how you wanted your coffee and what sort of cereals and yoghurt you had, and afterwards he’d try to be present during your workout…thankfully Thor or some other Avenger would keep him occupied with different other things somewhere else and the next time you’d find him would be at lunch, when you were clean and ready to cover for the real heroes as they indulged in their own Loki-free plans. Whatever you did in the afternoon, no matter where you went, the pale Asgardian would be nearby. Sometimes he had the dignity to pretend to read a book or write, whatever he had that could be important enough to put on paper, but all too often, he’d just sit and stare at you.

Not even at the academy had you been under such scrutiny. You tried to ignore it, sometimes even succeeding because he’d rarely talk to you and you had no need to indulge his interest save for when it was strictly necessary as a part of your job. Still, you couldn’t help but feel overly self-aware of the smallest thing you did. His turquoise eyes would bore into you, searing through your clothes to learn every single detail, making you feel naked and exposed. You should hate it and you almost did. Almost. Because his leer was not like that of any other brainless playboy. Loki was studying, analyzing, and you could see his intellect at work in the glint of his eyes and the near invisible smiles that would make the corner of his mouth curl.

During the second week the odd flower would be waiting for you at your door or your breakfast would be ready for you if you’d gotten out of bed a bit later. You knew it was Loki, but you could never get him to admit it.

…   Weeks pass   …

“Not bad.” Natasha’s smiling genuinely at your efforts even if she’s just floored you. “I can see why SHIELD’s so proud of you.”

The two of you have taken to spar together on the mornings where there’s time for it. If she’s not available, then sometimes Sam or maybe even Steve is up for adding to the challenge, and it’s with some pride that you can say that you beat the famous Falcon every time.

Pulling you to your feet, the world-famous assassin pats your back. “I don’t feel so bad about leaving you alone with the snake for a few days now.”

“What?” Leaving? “Just you or…?” You fight to keep your voice even. Afterall, you’re not afraid, just surprised.

“Yeah, got a lead and we might need all hands on deck,” the grey eyes are gaging your reaction calmly, “so you’ll be alone with Loki for a bit…is that a problem?”

You still haven’t learned to read the woman, but either way, you wouldn’t want to admit the uncomfortable situation between you and the slender Asgardian. “Nope, just hadn’t heard anything about it before now. It’s cool.”

…

The very same evening, while you’re preparing a simple dinner for yourself in the kitchen, you’re joined by Loki. Of course, even so-called gods eat, and you just nod at him to acknowledge his presence as he begins to rummage around. More than once, he brushes against you even if it doesn’t seem to be strictly necessary. If he does it again…and as if he knows what you had been thinking, nothing more happens.

Sitting down to eat, you watch his hands work with a delicateness that makes your mind wonder what else those longer fingers would be good for. Just they way he handles the knife while cutting the vegetables for a salad is close to being art. Get a grip! Your own sandwich isn’t bad and together with the report you have to make for the past week, you actually manage to distract yourself from the man for a while.

“You look tense, my pet.” Slender fingers are already curling around your shoulders, making his words come true. “Allow me to ease your discomfort.”

A shoulder rub can’t hurt. Sitting straighter, you allow him to find the sore knots between your shoulder blades. “So, this is plan B?” Oh, right there. “When flowers and breakfast doesn’t work…” you stifle a sigh, “you up the game?”

“Oh, but what a game, darling,” the purr makes the air and your resolution tremble, “and it’s one I intend to win.”

His hands are beginning to travel over your shoulders, the fingers already pushing at the bra straps underneath the shirt. Maybe it wouldn’t be a loss for me if I lost. Except you’d risk your job, the respect of other people and your own dignity.

Lifting his hands away, you stand up (only shoving the chair a bit harder into him than strictly necessary). “I’ve warned you…you’ll just end up disappointed.”

The finish the meal in your room that evening.

…

His slender frame is much more impressive undressed that you had expected, and you savour the rippling ropes as they work under his pale skin to hold his body in place above you, to move his hips rhythmically, grinding against your inner thighs to fill you up. Your fingers are digging frantically into his back and shoulders and ass to pull him closer. Sometimes his head dips down to place kisses and gentle bites on your neck, your breasts. Each time making you moan.

The sharp trill of you phone brings you into the reality that is your darkened bedroom. There’s no one there with you, and you are not naked (although booty shorts and a top doesn’t make a big difference). Shifting to reach the mobile phone, you feel a needy throbbing in your core and there’s no doubt that your panties are soaked with the lust from the dream.

…

“Are you alright, dear?” The smug smile on Loki’s face makes you worry that your dream wasn’t as silent as you had hoped. “You are giving that punching bag a severe beating.”

It’s true. If it had been a living being then they’d have tapped out long ago, and you can barely feel your arms or legs due to exhaustion…and still your body is screaming with an unsated need.

“I’m…fine!” The words come out between shar intakes of breath. “Just…needing to…improve.” Sweat is not only glistening on you, it’s running in thin streams and you’re sure you smell bad enough to scare even the most stubborn god away.

You’re wrong. “Allow me to help.”

A green shimmer travels across his body, and suddenly he’s wearing the type of training gear the other guys use. The sweatpants and t-shirt looks strangely foreign on him, but you can’t help but appreciate his wiry muscles and surprising broad chest, and to top it all off his jawline and cheekbones as he pulls the hair together in a sort of ponytail is beyond sublime.

Smiling broadly, he beckons you to the large padded area that’s used for sparring. “I realize you’ve been training hard already, thus I will go easy on you this time.”

There’s no need to answer him. Nothing you can say will change his mind that this is an opportunity to get close to you. I should walk away. Still…just one proper hit would make it worth the torment he’s putting you through.

Standing quietly, you allow him to circle you, so you can get a feel for the way he moves. Light steps, graceful enough to be a dance, and a stance that oozes of confidence. If he ever has lost a fight, it’s not often. The first strike is probing, and you dodge it easily. The second time, he faints towards you chest, only to go for you knees instead, and now you have to keep moving too. I have to finish this in one blow. Next time he lunges at you, you grab the nearest arm as you drop and roll in front of his feet, efficiently tripping him up so he lands flat on his stomach. In a heartbeat you’ve got his wrist pinned between his own shoulder blades and you’re sitting on his lower back.

“Why thank you, Loki,” triumph fills your chest as you lower yourself to hiss into his year, “it was easier to beat you than expected.”

You push off and turn your back to grab your little towel and water bottle, then you leave the room without bothering to look back.

…   Days pass   …

Abandoning your own bed, you’ve settled down on the sofa under the blanket in the hopes of finding something interesting on TV. It’s not the first time that you’ve lied awake, wondering what the point of this assignment really is, and it won’t be the last. This time the insomnia is made worse by a message from Natasha and the team that the mission will take longer than expected.

Loki is being a pain in the ass. Each day he’s challenging you to spar, and if not, then you can be 100% certain that there will be flowers or beautifully, handwritten poems waiting for you by your door, or he’ll cook dinner or breakfast and make a fuss out of getting you the right wine for it. The Asgardian is even trying to engage in conversation, carefully picking subject that he thinks you like…and damnit if it doesn’t work. Talking with him, you’re discovering that he’s even smarter than you expected, but not just book smart. Sure, he’s well read, but it’s more than just that, and he even has a pretty decent sense of humour once you’ve gotten used to the sarcasm. In fact, being around him isn’t really a drag, although you act like it is because you don’t want him to win.

Picking your way through the channels, there’s nothing worth spending your attention on. Instead you turn the TV off and turn onto your back staring at the filtered light from outside that’s making patterns on the ceiling.

You’re not sure how long you’ve been lying there when you hear the sound of soft footsteps. Loki passes by the sofa without noticing that he’s not alone in the room and crosses over to the large bookcase. For a few second you can see his sharp contours in a flickering green light and you realize that he’s only wearing a pair of sweatpants, but the light is gone as sudden as it appeared, and it’s only the sound that helps you deduce that he’s pulled a book from a shelf. The god pads over to the deep windowsill where he often sits and reads. True to habit, he curls up and conjures a green orb that only just shines enough to illuminate his face and the pages of the book. His normally bright eyes are almost completely hidden in the shadows under the dark brows, and his bare chest and arms, which are even better shaped than you wanted to admit, are moving gently with his breaths.

As the minutes drag by, turning into a quarter of an hour and then half an hour, it becomes evident that the man isn’t paying attention to the information on the pages before him. More often than not, his gaze is drawn to the world outside the window and one deep sigh takes the other.

“Damnit!” You manage to stay completely silent when he snaps the book shut, finally giving up on reading. “By Odin’s beard…what am I to do? Nothing works?”

Does he know I’m here? Nothing so far has made you think he realises that he’s not alone, and your suspicion is confirmed as he start to pace the room and mumble to himself. It’s nearly impossible to make out what he says, and you have to fill a lot of gaps before you realize that he’s troubled demeanour is caused by your unrelenting refusal to give in to him. Loki is giving up hope. Then why aren’t I happy? You’re winning, you’ve resisted temptation and managed to defeat him by proving that he can’t just have anything he want. Watching him wander the room, it’s all you can do to stay quiet until he goes back to bed.

…

Everything (including a bouquet of yellow acacia, blue anemones, and white peonies) is ready for your breakfast when you get to the kitchen, and Loki is leaning against the counter, nursing a cup of tea. As you sit, you decide to wait for the Asgardian to talk.

“Miss [Y/N],” he begins hesitantly by the time you’ve had the first spoonful of cereals, “there’s something I ought to confess.”

You place the spoon in the bowl, then flush your mouth with some of the perfectly brewed coffee. “Oh?”

“It seems I underestimated your…your virtue and strength of character.” Loki bows elegantly, making it impossible to read his face, before rushing out of the kitchen.

You should be relieved. Happy. You wanted to prove that you’re not the kind of person to just give in and that’s exactly what you done…as promised to him. So why am I feeling so crappy? Saying “no” to any suiter is a right, and it doesn’t require an explanation or even the slightest inkling of guilt…but then again, this doesn’t feel like guilt per se. Shaking your head, you decide that you just need to shift your focus and then you’ll be fine soon. As soon as you finish your breakfast, you throw yourself headfirst into the many tasks awaiting.

…   A few days pass   …

Accepting the assignment, you knew it wouldn’t be easy to be around the Trickster, God of Mischief and Chaos. You had dreaded the hours you’d spend defusing sensitive situations and cleaning up his messes. Now there is nothing. Like rarely leaves his room and when he does, he’s quiet and perfectly well-behaved the few times he can’t easily avoid being in the same place as you. When he can get away, it feels like ripping off a band-aid and being overly aware of the sudden lack of it. More often than not, you awake with fresh dreams of Loki in your mind.

This is one of those night. Tossing and turning in your sleep to the imagined sensation of his hands exploring every inch of skin, his long and strong body pressed against yours, and the cool kisses peppering you with kisses and soft love bites, until suddenly you gasp awake full of need and sexual frustration. Every thought keeps churning in your brain making it impossible to keep track of where one ends and the next one begins, the kind of mental unrest that you’d either train away or gossip away if you’d had any of your good friends around. If you’d been home, you’d have gotten out the drinks and maybe ice cream and talked through the night or as long as it took to straighten out the messy mind. But you’re on your own and you won’t begin drinking alone. The ice cream, however…that should be doable.

Padding down the dark hall and through the deserted lounge, you reach the kitchen. The faint shimmer of light from the world outside illuminates enough of the room to make it possible to navigate to the freezer where the icy air blasts you from head to toes, making the small hairs stand on end and you nipples pucker in protest. Damn it. There’s only one tiny tub left, limiting the choices to vanilla or nothing at all. Putting it aside on the counter you get out a spoon and rummage around for anything that can work as sauce on the frozen treat, but nothing catches the interest.

You’ve eaten a third, leaning against the counter with your hip while you look out into the night, when you hear a sound. Turning with the spoon halfway to you mouth, you see Loki in the doorway, wearing nothing but the loose pair of sweatpants and the long, black hair. It’s hard to read his face in the darkness, but you could’ve sworn for a second that it was wide-eyed and slightly slack-jawed. A second, because a sudden touch of intense cold lands on your chest, startling you enough to become bewildered until you realize it’s dripping ice cream from the spoon. Any sensible person would have put the spoon back in the mini-tub and found something to wipe the stray food away with…not you. All you can think of all of a sudden is how little clothes you are wearing and that Loki’s watching the creamy droplet as it begins to follow the curve of your breast. It requires a real effort to get your limbs to do what your logic commands, delaying your actions enough that by the time you reach for a paper towel, Loki has thought of the same solution to the problem and you bump into him. He’s cool to the touch, not unlike the ice cream, heightening the sensation of the contact.

Instinctually, you stop. “Oh, I…errr…sorry.” You could’ve kicked yourself for getting so flustered.

He avoids looking directly at you, instead grabbing the piece of paper towel and trying to hand it over, but in your momentary ineptitude you never got so far as to put down the spoon and ice cream, so your hands are full, increasing the burning embarrassment. There you stand, face to face with the one person you promised never to give in to, with your heart racing and your mind filling with images that tempt you to abandon the last strength of will.

“Allow me.” Loki’s voice vibrates with reignited desire even if he tries to hide it.

Bad idea. You nod silently, mesmerized by the gentleness as he wipes the runny streak of dessert away. Beneath the spill your heart is hammering rapidly, as if you’ve been running. Only the absorbent paper touches the skin, not his fingers, but they might as well have, and the simple gesture sends warm sparks through your body before pooling in your core. Finishing the task, Loki looks up from your cleavage and locks his gaze with yours. He knows. A faint smirk ghosts his lips when he steps closer, his left hand cradling your jaw tenderly and triggering a reflex in you to lick your lips with a quick darting of your tongue in anticipation of what might come. The tips of your noses touch lightly.

The short words come out raspy and pleasing. “May I?”

Nodding again, you tilt your head to meet him in a soft kiss. Testing, careful, until one of you (you’re not sure who) part their lips slightly to sneak a feathery lick across the seam of a mouth.

Next minute your hands have been freed of their burdens, and you find yourself backed against a counter. Warm fingers stroke over muscles like polished marble, feeling them working to shift the shoulder blades and pull you closer so your pelvis and lower abdomen rubs against the strained fabric of Loki’s sweat pants. Even through the layers, you can feel he’s well endowed. His attention is everywhere in much the same way as his hands that are exploring your curves through the elastic fabric of the tank top, and his mouth that find the tender spot by the jaw just below the ear or nibbling at your clavicle before tugging at your bottom lip. Adeptly, his fingers circle your nipples, sending a shiver to your core. Another hand is following the hem of the booty short slowly from your ass cheek, around your thigh, and hooking a single fingertip behind the fabric where it dips between your legs.

“So warm and wet,” Loki murmurs against your lips,” but are you sure you want this?”

His exploration stops, although he doesn’t break contact. If it hadn’t been for the night you saw him in the living room, or for the sullen privacy he had built up since he officially gave up on winning you over, then you’d have thought he was playing hard to get. But this man, no, he needs to know for real. Do I? You body is screaming for more, has been begging for his touch for days in blatant disregard of the logical reasons to stay away from him.

“It wouldn’t mean you’d be entitled in any way.” I’ll deal with the mess when it’s there.

Pulling back slightly, he presumably looks you deep in the eyes. “I’d never take you for granted, m’lady.”

There is no doubt Loki has a plan as his one finger brushes over your most intimate part, teasing subdued whimpers from you each time he adds pressure to the clit or slips between the folds. Multitasking, he pulls at your top to gain access to more of your breast, cupping it and pushing it up to lick and bite softly.

“This has to go…” He finds the bottom hem of the top with both hands, slowly dragging it up and marveling at the view when it clears your boobs.

The piece of clothing lands somewhere on the floor, out prioritized by your body and your needs. Maybe Asgardians simply are that much better, or they’ve learned something that no guy on earth has figured out…which ever it is, Loki knows exactly what to do to make you moan and arch against him for friction against you pussy. He lifts you up easily, making sure your legs wrap around his hips and grinding against you though both his and your pants with each step he take to the nearest free table where he lays you down, trailing kiss down your chest and belly. Each time you reach for him, the god lifts your hands away, and eventually you submit to his decision, clinging to the table as goosebumps and desperation travels across your body.

It comes as a shock when the first cold drop lands on your breast, and you’re trying figure out what is going on by the time a larger one, creamy and easy to see in the faraway light from outside, falls onto the other breast’s nipple. Ice cream. You watch in fascination while Loki leaves a trail leading to the edge of the shorts where he stops.

The flat tongue laps up the first, sweet dripple. The other one is sucked off so harshly that you’re sure it’ll leave a mark, mixing pain and pleasure and making you whimper. Finally, he allows you to touch, to tug at the strands of long, black hair. His hands, however, are pulling your last clothes off inch by excruciatingly slow inch in the same pace his mouth works its way down your body, and by the time his lips kiss your mound, the only cover you had left lands on the floor. Kisses and love-bites are peppered on your inner thighs, dancing closer to where you want it, and when Loki finally does indulge…hot and cold mix so well, each flat-tongued stroke making you writhe beneath his hands until he holds you firmly by the hips. Reaching deeper than expected, he enters you with the tongue, curling the tip up as he pulls our and circles your clit. Every time, it adds powder to the growing time bomb of pleasure that’s building inside you, forcing your breathing to be short and ragged. Between gasps for air, you urge him on, wanting more and warning him as you suddenly find yourself teetering on the edge of an orgasm. In one fluid movement he stands up, aligns the cockhead with the entrance to your core, and drives into you slowly. The intrusion and the sheer size of his manhood keeps you from tumbling over for the minutes it takes you to adjust and for him to find a steady rhythm that brings him deep inside, filling you completely. A few thrusts more and your back’s arching, your body shaking, convulsing, with each wave of ecstasy released as you cum.

A strikingly animalist growl joins you half-choked scream of pleasure. “So…tight…” Loki rams into you faster and harder, pushing the table across the floor each time. “So perfect. You…are…so perfect.”

Leaning over you, his mouth finds throat first before homing in on your lips. A thumb plays with your clit, staring a new series of waves that forces him to hold on to you with the other arms as your clenching pussy milks him. A part of you is surprised to feel how hard his hearth is beating when he partially collapses on top of you, another (much bigger) part is loathe to admit that you will be craving more.

“{Y/N], m’lady…” he leaves a sweet kiss on your lips before he straightens and pulls out, leaving you with an empty feeling, “whatever you decide, I will respect it. Just…know that I’m yours to call upon if you so desire.”

Trying to stand on jellified legs, you take his hand. “Then come with me.”

You turn to lead him to which ever of your bedrooms is closest, but you’ve not gone farther than six steps before he picks you up as if you weigh nothing.

“This time, my dear, I’ll make you scream my name.”

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Thor; The Dark World redone

Ali redoes the MCU because fUCK YOU ODIN YOU BASTARD

The movie opens onto a dark battlefield, in the far distance the sound of clashing metal and explosions, the screams of dying men. We zoom in on Malekith, bent over a dark altar, praying. A voice, soft and sultry, perhaps a woman, perhaps a man, whispers indistinctly to him. He is interrupted by his second in command who tells him that Borr and the armies of Asgard are overwhelming them, the convergence is at hand, it is time to release the Aether. Together they go to the casket, where a red stone floats in the dark, glowing sinisterly. Before they can reach it however they are blasted back by the Bifrost which takes the Aether from them. Borr arrives behind Malekith, a looming figure in golden armor. Malekith’s companion sacrifices himself so that Malekith can get away. After the battle is done, Borr stands beside his fellow warrior and discuss the fate of the Aether, to be hidden away in the deep dark. 

In present times Jane and Darcy traipse over the Norwegian country side following one of Jane’s doohickeys. Darcy complains about working with SHIELD, saying they should have taken Tony’s offer. Jane says the stars are better away from the city. Darcy doesn’t take this to heart, complaining that Erik hadn’t had a problem with working in the city. Jane tells her to hush, the readings are getting stronger. Jane accidentally stumbles through an interdenominational portal, finding herself in a barren landscape on another planet. A woman’s voice calls her name, carried on the wind. Jane spins, trying to locate the voice which is telling her to go back where she came from. Then Jane see’s something glowing and decides to investigate. She pokes it and the Aether envelops her, sinking into her skin. The voice has vanished. Jane wanders back through another portal and finds Darcy and a great deal of SHIELD agents waiting. Apparently she’d been gone five hours. 

On Asgard Thor practices with the Warriors Three, Fandral asks how long he will be angry with Sif. Thor says as long as she refuses to admit that she was wrong about Loki. Hogun points out that Loki did attack Midgard, Thor defeats them all easily and responds that Loki was not in his right mind. Volstagg mutters that Loki was never in his right mind. Meanwhile Frigg enters Loki’s chambers to find him reading. He ignores her and she wanders over to the desk where a few of Sigyn’s things still sit. She runs her hands over them, remembering the time Loki had made her the necklace for her birthday. How he doted on her. Loki snaps his book shut and asks her what she wants. She inquires if he is coming to the banquet. He scoffs and says that he would not be welcome. Frigg puts a hand on his shoulder and tells him quite firmly that in her house he is always welcome, and any who have a word to say against him will contend with her first. He promises to make an appearance. 

His presence at the banquet is not well received by any other than Frigg and Thor who welcomes him with open arms. The banquet is interrupted however by Heimdall who requests special audience with the Allfather. In the private reception chamber Odin, Frigg, Thor and Loki whom had been dragged in by Thor hear Heimdall tell them about the Aether being on earth with Dr. Foster. Odin orders that she be taken and imprisoned, Frigg reprimands him and Heimdall says that the Aether will kill her if it is allowed to remain. Odin says the Aether is too dangerous to be allowed to remain out in the open, there is more at stake than the life of one woman. Loki scoffs at this, the lives of the many over the life of the individual. Thor interrupts the ensuing conflict by volunteering himself and Loki to go down to Earth and retrieve Jane, the healers can find a way to extract the Aether. Odin says that with the Convergence at hand it is more important than ever to ensure that the Aether doesn’t fall into the wrong hands. 

On earth SHIELD has taken Jane to a secure facility only to be infiltrated by Ironman who says that Jane will be far more comfortable at his facility, after all his doctor are far better than there’s. He doesn’t allow them time to argue before leaving with Jane and Darcy. At the Avengers tower Dr. Helen Cho goes over Jane’s physiology, saying her entire genetic makeup has changed, and if they can’t get the alien energy out of her then she won’t survive. This is when Thor and Loki arrive via one of Loki��s back doors. Tony spends a good few minutes squawking over how Loki did that, Loki doesn’t deign to respond. He looks over Jane while Thor catches up with Tony and Darcy. Loki says he may be able to extract the Aether without killing her, but he’ll need the help of Idunn and his mother. Tony asks since when is Loki a healer, Loki sneers that he is the greatest living magic wielder, what? Did he really think that their pathetic little group of superheroes could have stopped him had he really intended on ruling Midgard? Tony has no response to this and Darcy claps him on the back, thanking him for not doing that. Loki doesn’t know how to respond to this and Thor looks pleased as punch to have his brother and his friends in the same room. Loki says they’ll have to take the Bifrost back to Asgard since the Aether interferes with his magic. 

Meanwhile Malekith and the remaining Dark Elves awaken in Vanaheim, sensing the Aether is newly active. He orders his subordinate to infiltrate the Marauders, the Aether is on it’s way to Asgard. In Asgard Thor watches as Loki, Idunn and Frigga converse over a chagrined Jane who keeps interrupting with science questions. Sif walks in behind him, it’s uncomfortable. They have a conversation about Loki, she admits to being wrong about him. The small amount of good will they cultivate is destroyed immediately over an argument about Jane. Sif is in the middle of a scathing insult when suddenly the aether begins reacting. In a burst of Red and Silver energy everyone is throne around the room. When the dust settles where once there was Jane now there are two women. Jane and a small, shivering blond holding the Aether in her hand. 

It’s Sigyn, Loki’s dead wife. Sif takes a step towards her as Loki stands frozen. Jane is unconscious, Idunn has her in her arms, checking her over as Sigyn stares at all of them blankly. ‘He’s coming’, she gasps before collapsing. Loki catches her, but before they can do anything an explosion rocks the palace. The Dark Elves have arrived and a battle ensues, Odin, Thor and Sif end up fighting in the great hall as Frigg and Loki secure the healing quarters with Idunn, Jane is still unconscious. Malekith and Kurse arrive in the healers quarters just as Sigyn wakes back up, before any of them can do anything she activates the Aether and pulls them through the portal, closing it behind her. 

On earth Dr. Erik Selvig arrives in Iceland with a team of scientists to record and research on the Convergence. Thor, Loki and Sif arrive, looking for Sigyn and Malekith. Instead the Dark Elves remaining army arrive with their big ship. Malekith and Sigyn aren’t with them. On a far away planet, as the nine realms converge Sigyn faces Malekith and Kurse wielding the Aether. Only she keeps losing focus, her eyes trailing things that aren’t there. Kurse attacks and she kills him, the Aether burning brightly in her hand, her eyes wide and manic. Malekith escapes through a portal. Through the Nine Realms she follows him as they fall from place to place, him always just barely escaping her until finally he lands on earth just as Thor and Sif destroy his ship he collapses in front of Loki who has just defeated the armies of Vanaheim. Between him and Sigyn Malekith dies and Sigyn collapses, the Aether falling from her hand. 

The Convergence ends, Jane goes back to the Avengers Tower with Erik to finish recovering from her time with the Aether. Sif and Thor hover outside of the healing chambers, talking about Sigyn and Loki. Sif is upset, she blames herself for Sigyn’s fate, for she had never been kind to her. She is too harsh, too ungentle, cursed to stand between the world of men and the world of women, never fully a part of either. Thor takes her into his arms, his beautiful warrior woman, and comforts her. Meanwhile Sigyn sleeps as Loki and Frigga watch over her. Odin stands apart, watching warily before retreating into the shadows. Thor finds him later in his chambers, Odin asks what troubles him and Thor begins to question all that Odin had told them. Of the Nine Realms, of Borr and the place of Asgard above the rest. We have made war with any who oppose us! Thor exclaims, no better than them they accomplish nothing by subjugating the other realms. Odin lashes out, calling Thor a stupid, naive child. Thor cracks the marble of the floor with his hammer, then he will have no place as a prince of Asgard he says and storms out. 

In the after credit scene Sigyn wakes up in her rooms, dressed and rested she stands to look for Loki who emerges from the antichamber. ‘He is coming,’ she says as she clings to him, ‘who?’ he asks, “Thanos.’ she is shaking. ‘Thanos is coming.’ 

In the second after credit scene Thor and Sif arrive at Avengers tower unannounced, scaring the shit out of Clint. Steve finds this absolutely hilarious. Tony is tired. 

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