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#so the avengers dropping the tesseract and having it slide to loki was meant to happen but space lizard forbid he pick it up 🙄
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someillplanetreigns · 3 years
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Shadow Play
Summary: Whilst a fake was sent to the Collector, Loki kept the real Aether on Asgard. This does not change the Asgardians' encounter with Thanos and the Black Order - except in the ways that it does. AU of the start of Avengers: Infinity War from the mid-credits scene of Thor: Ragnarok
Rating: T
Pairings: Loki & Thor
Tags and warnings: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence; Fix-It; Alternate Universe - Everyone Lives/Nobody Dies; Canon-Typical Violence; Blood and Violence; References to past trauma; Referenced suicide attempts (canonical)
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Thor’s muscles are locked, unable to look away as the Titan drops Loki’s limp body to the ground.
“No resurrections this time.”
The Titan raises his hand and the remnants of the ship – littered with the bodies of his people, with those he’d sworn to protect with his life – are hit with the force of the Power Stone. With a wave of blue Tesseract light, the Titan and his Order are gone as the ship fractures, splits apart. The monstrous vessel jumps away from them as the Statesman finally disintegrates.
And then disappears.
On the real Statesman, Loki sags beside him, catching the table to support himself.
“Don’t,” Loki says before Thor can do or say anything. “You should tell your people we’re safe.” He swallows, heaves a breath, manages to continue: “For the moment. We need to get to Earth. Establish New Asgard, make sure they’re safe. And be ready for the war that’s coming.”
“Loki –”
“Later.” Loki finally looks at him. “You can say it all later. Just – go and be King now.”
Thor puts his hand on Loki’s slumped shoulder. He doesn’t know what to say.
“You’ll be here? When I’ve spoken to them?”
Loki’s eyes close, and it almost feels like he leans away from Thor.
“Yes. Yes, I’ll be here.”
 The enormous ship loomed before them. Thor thought he heard Loki swallow. He grasped at words.
Loki spoke first. A soft, rasping voice: “Tell them to cut the engines.”
“What?”
“Tell them to cut the engines,” he repeated, finally tearing his eyes from the hideous vessel to look at him. His eyes were wild, and he’d paled to an almost sickly degree. “Thor, I don’t have time to explain. You have to trust me. Please. Make them cut the engines.”
There was an aching chasm between them still, but Thor saw his brother; it was a rare moment where, silently, Loki was reaching across that chasm to him. Thor seized the comm and gave the order.
The former gladiator’s confusion crackled over the line. “What do you –”
“I said. Cut. The. Engines. Now,” he repeated tersely, eyes fixed on Loki.
Loki was facing the ship through the glass. As the Statesman went silent, his eyes closed and he drew a breath. And then from all around him there was a glow. Not the usual glow of Loki’s seidr, not the familiar green, but...
“Loki, no!”
“Ssh!” Loki hissed back, eyes snapping open. His eyes were black, consumed by the Aether. The aura around him glowed that horribly familiar dark red, the glow that ought not to have been a glow at all it was so much a thing of darkness.
For a wild, awful moment, Thor thought Loki was about to vanish, or to hand them all over, to betray them all, to betray him.
The leviathan that loomed over them blasted a beam. It hit... It hit a spot ahead of them, where they would have been had the engines not been turned off. Yet there was a ship within that beam – a ship that looked exactly like the Statesman.
“What’s going on?” It was the Valkyrie. He hadn’t even realised she’d come in, he had been so fixed on Loki.
He shook his head, helpless, indicated Loki and what could be seen through the window.
The Valkyrie swore.
“I need to see what they’re doing,” Loki said suddenly. The pitch of his voice was off, and it was gravelly, as though it pained him to talk. “You may not want to watch this part.”
With a twist of his fingers through the swirling dark aura, the window transformed, and they were seeing the inside of the Statesman. Soldiers like none he’d ever seen ripped into the ship. He watched himself – a copy of himself – blast them with lightning, and saw himself knocked aside by a blast of purple light.
Loki cursed. “He has the Power Stone.”
His fingers played through the Aether again, moving the copies of their crew like puppets. He was putting up a good fight. They were being cut down nonetheless.
Thor tore his eyes away to look at the Valkyrie. Her hand was resting on the hilt of her sword.
“Keep the people calm,” he ordered.
“Heimdall’s ahead of you. He’s gathered them in the bay in case we need to evacuate.”
“Good. Keep them ready to move. For now...”
Valkyrie nodded in Loki’s direction. “For now, he’s handling it?”
“Tell them.” As he spoke, a spray of blood hit the illusory Statesman’s floor. “Spare them the details.”
She nodded, glanced at Loki once more, and ran back to join the gathered refugees.  
What Loki played out on that copy of the Statesman wrought by the Reality Stone... Thor never could have imagined anything like it. And it was so lifelike...
Sparks crackled around his knuckles, and he had to breathe deeply through his nose to suppress the roiling storm that what he was seeing raised in the pit of his stomach.
He watched the copy of himself say, “You really are the worst, brother.” And those became the last words he said to Loki...
Thor burnt the suppressed bolt of lightning into his palm.
 He hadn’t been sure Loki would still be there, despite what he’d said. He feels guilty for that when he sees Loki there, folded into one of the ostentatious chairs with a tumbler of the spirit they’d found on the ship.
“I hope you don’t mind,” Loki says, waving the glass in the air. His tone implies he doesn’t truly care whether Thor minds or not; he is so wry, so nonchalant...
Thor has a thousand other, more pressing questions to ask, but the one that bubbles up in that moment, almost to the point of him voicing it, is when exactly that prickly armour of disdain had appeared. He’d never been like that as a child. What was it Thor had missed?
A great deal, most likely.
“Well?” Loki says over the rim of the tumbler. “Aren’t you going to let me have it?”
“Are you alright?”
Loki gives him a bemused look. “Well the vintage leaves something to be desired, but...”
“I mean the Aether, Loki.”
“The one I had your dear companions take to Knowhere was a fake, obviously.”
“It could have consumed you. Are you hurt?”
Loki lowers the glass. At length he says, “No, I’m not hurt. I spent the time you were gone learning how I could harness it. I’d been anticipating a... confrontation with Thanos for some time. I worked out how to channel the Aether through my own seidr. I can safely contain it in a pocket dimension and pop it out when needs must.”
“Who is this Thanos?”
“You heard the one called Ebony Maw’s little spiel.” Loki’s stillness, his movements, his words, his silences... everything about him has the quality of a knife’s edge.
“He was the one who sent you to attack Earth?”
Loki makes a vague gesture with the tumbler. “Something like that.”
“Were you one of the... what did he call them? The Children of Thanos?”
“What do you think?”
He may as well still be consumed by the Aether he is so darkly unreadable.
Thor lowers himself into the other chair. “I think they sound like a cult. That’s not like you.”
Loki makes a bitter sound in the back of his throat and drains the glass. He pours himself another and slides the bottle across the table to Thor.
“Too much a megalomaniac to serve, eh,” Loki says to his drink.
“Loki, what did –”
“Can we just skip to the part where you berate me for endangering everyone with my reckless power lust by retaining two Infinity Stones on my person?”
“I – berate you?”
“Surely you’re itching to.”
“No!”
Loki raises a mocking brow. “Oh, come on. It was reckless, selfish, a damning and yet utterly typical indication of my lack of care for anyone but myself and my continuing, indeed truly ingrained criminality.”
“No one else was thinking about the risks with the Infinity Stones. What would have happened, if the Tesseract had been left on Asgard when it was destroyed?”
Loki sighs. He speaks almost reluctantly. “There’s no knowing for certain. My supposition is that it would have opened a wormhole so big it would have swallowed all nine realms.”
“And that fake Aether on Knowhere, that will buy us some time?”
“Some. It was... a challenge to forge convincingly. It should generate illusions but not do anything tangible. That seemed... safest.”
“And you gave him a fake Tesseract too?”
“A considerably inferior fake. I used the real Tesseract for their grand finale, but he’ll realise very soon that it’s not doing what he wants it to. So we need to get away.”
“We should be prepared to face him again?”
“We need to get to Earth. There are two more Infinity Stones there. We can set your people up as safely as possible, and then... well, what you’ve been preparing for all your life.”
“A war, you mean?”
“Yes. Finally your chance to wipe out monsters.”
Thor lays a hand on his shoulder. Loki tenses.
“Loki...” Thor hunts for words. “Asgard is your people too. It’s because of you that that,” he gestures to the window, “didn’t really happen to us.”
“It’s also because of me that it nearly did.”
“But you prevented it.”
“Self-preservation.”
It takes Thor a moment to push the words out. Finally, he says, “And will you continue to... self-preserve?”
Loki barks a dry laugh. “Are you asking for advanced warning of my betraying you?”
“No, that’s not what I meant.”
“Then what did you mean?”
“On the Bifrost, and on Svartalfheim...”
Loki puts his tumbler down very slowly and carefully. “What are you implying?”
“I don’t want to lose you, Loki.”
He makes a derisive noise in the back of his throat. “You have a very strange way of demonstrating such.”
“I know I’ve... I’m sorry.”
Loki determinedly does not look at him.
“Selfishly, I want you fighting at my side in... whatever we’re going into. But if this Thanos has some sort of vendetta against you...”
“There’s nowhere I can hide.”
At length, he meets Thor’s eye. And it is then that Thor knows. Had they really faced Thanos, Loki would have subjected himself to the same fate as his simulation: his life for as many who could be spared as possible.
“We’ll fight together, then.”
“Your Avengers will clap me in irons on sight.”
“They can try,” Thor says.
Loki rolls his eyes. “And you’re going to oppose them, are you? In a time when you need their full support? You saw what we’d be up against.”
“It won’t be me alone. All of Asgard will stand with you.”
The look Loki gives him is painful: like he is searching for deception in what Thor said. But at last he purses his lips and gripes, “Mad, the lot of you.”
But he doesn’t argue.
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ceealaina · 4 years
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Title: Caught Somewhere in Time Collaborator Name: ceealaina Card Number: 3088 Link: AO3 Square R2 - Time Heist Ship: Steve Rogers & Tony Stark Rating: Teen Major Tags: Avengers: Endgame - Alternate 2012 Timeline, Team Bonding Summary: There was something weird about the aftermath of the Battle of New York, too many coincidences and Tony hasn't been able to stop poking at it. Turns out, Steve's been noticing some weird things too. Word Count: 1703
SOMEWHERE IN AN ALTERNATE 2012
Tony frowned, watching the footage from the Battle of New York aftermath yet again. Something about that entire thing wasn’t sitting right with him. Tony wasn’t a big believer in coincidences at the best of times, and this was entirely too many of them. The arc reactor randomly malfunctioning, the Tesseract somehow ‘falling’ out of the locked case, Loki getting his hands on it and then using his newfound freedom to wipe the floor with Rogers, grab the scepter, and then… Disappear entirely? None of it made any damn sense. And there was something else niggling at the back of his mind. He barely remembered it, on account of being in the middle of dying at the time, but there’d been a SHIELD agent, someone he hadn’t been able to track down, calling for a medic in a voice that was painfully familiar but in a way that he couldn’t quite place. 
Unfortunately, information from that day was seriously lacking. Half the lobby security cameras had gone down in the battle, and since the tower wasn’t supposed to be open to the public yet, and it wasn’t like he kept proprietary information in the lobby, he hadn’t bothered giving them backups and failsafes yet. Which meant he had exactly one angle that would show how the supposedly secured case spontaneously opened, and that was blocked by a view of Thor’s gorgeous rear end as he restarted Tony’s heart with a bolt of lightning. In addition to that, there was absolutely nothing on the mysterious SHIELD agent that nobody seemed to remember — although, there was an audio file of him calling for the medic, so at least Tony wasn’t making it up. He did have a clear shot of the Tesseract sliding to Loki’s feet only to have him pick it up and vanish, but there was nothing of Steve’s fight with Loki. 
And that was something else too. Steve had been weird after that fight, obviously unsettled in a way he hadn’t been since Tony had met him in Stuttgart. The man had just woken up to find himself seventy years in the future a week ago, Tony had expected him to freak out any number of times. And sure, it didn’t take a psychologist to see that his mental health probably wasn’t the greatest, but he’d been fine — certainly as good as Tony on some of his better days. So what was it about that five-minute fight that had finally been the thing to throw Rogers off? 
“Sir, you have a visitor requesting entry.” 
JARVIS’ voice pulled Tony from his thoughts, and he blinked down at the camera feed only to startle at the familiar form of Steve standing at parade rest as he waited in front of the lab doors.
“God, I hope I’m not suddenly developing psychic powers,” he muttered before waving at the door. “Let him in, J.”
The last that he’d heard, Steve was supposed to be in Washington. After the mess following the battle, SHIELD had lost their shit, Alexander Pierce throwing a hissy fit and pulling rank. They couldn’t actually do anything with Tony or Thor, and Tony had managed to get Bruce tucked away before they could even try anything with him, but in revenge they had recalled both Clint and Nat. Then they claimed that Steve was one of their assets too, and while Tony had been ready to fight them on it, Steve hadn’t argued. Tony had let them all know that they had an open invitation to stay at the tower if they got tired of SHIELD’s bullshit, their biometrics already inputted in the system, but he hadn’t heard a peep from any of them in the six weeks since. So what the hell was Steve doing here now?
He swiped his hand, flicking away the surveillance footage just as the sliding doors opened and Steve stepped through. He was dressed in civilian clothing, a pair of well fitted jeans (thank god, Tony might have cried if he’d been back in those khakis with the grandpa pleats) and a grey t-shirt, but it didn’t stop him from standing at parade rest. Tony resisted the urge to roll his eyes as Steve tilted his head in a slight nod. “Stark.” 
Tony gave an enormous, exaggerated sigh, letting his entire body heave with the force of it. “Jesus,” He drawled. “You’re killing me, smalls. Kick back a little, relax, cool it with the American soldier routine. We saved the world together, Cap. You can at least call me Tony.”
Steve gave him a crooked smile, some of the tension easing out of his body. “Tony,” he corrected himself, his voice a little warmer than before. “Sorry,” he added after a moment. “Washington has been… Hectic. Sometimes it’s easier to just fall into routine, wear it like an armour, you know?”
Tony arched his eyebrows, a little weirded out by how well Steve seemed to know him sometimes without even realizing it. “Yeah, I think I know what you mean,” he said with a rueful grin. “Still,” he clapped his hands together, titled back precariously in his wheely chair. “You’re among friends here, Steve.” He shifted forward again and hooked his ankle around the leg of another chair, hauling it away from the table. “Sit down, take a load off. Tell me what’s troubling that star spangled mind of yours.” 
That earned him an eyeroll, but Tony could tell Steve was fighting back a smile as he dropped into the offered seat. “So the thing is…” He trailed off a moment, rubbing at the back of his neck as he tried to work out what he wanted to say. “I’ve been working with this new team, out of SHIELD? I think they were one of the teams that stepped in here, after the Battle?” 
“And what, you’re missing the old crew already? Wanna get the gang back together?” 
“No. Well…” Steve huffed out a soft laugh. “It’s not quite the same,” he admitted. “But that’s not why I’m here. There’s… There’s something up with the STRIKE team.” 
Curiosity piqued, Tony leaned forward, elbows on his thighs. “Oh yeah? What’s up?” 
“They keep saying weird things to me.” Steve met Tony’s gaze steadily. “Like, ‘Hail Hydra.’” 
It took a minute for Tony to even process the words, and when he did he let out a low whistle. “Shit,” he said. 
“Yeah,” Steve agreed. “Shit.” He scrubbed a hand through his hair. “I don’t know who in SHIELD is compromised, who we can trust… how this is even possible? I haven’t seen Natasha or Clint since we arrived in Washington, and well... “ He shrugged helplessly. “I couldn’t think who else I could come to with this.” 
Tony arched an eyebrow at him. “You trust me?” 
Steve gave him a pointed look. “We saved the world together, Tony,” he said, echoing Tony’s earlier words. “Of course I trust you. And whatever I think of your methods, I’m damn sure you’re not a fucking Nazi.” 
Tony grinned, trying to ignore the ten-year-old Tony in his head losing his shit over the fact that Captain fucking America trusted him. “Definitely not,” he promised him. He hesitated a moment, and then flicked his hand again, bringing the surveillance he’d been purviewing back up. “You’re not the only one who’s noticed weird stuff, for what it’s worth.” He offered him a smile. “I’ve been busy, since you’ve been gone. We’ll figure out what the fuck is going on.” 
Steve grinned, kicking his foot against Tony’s. “Glad to have you on my side, Iron Man,” he told him, and Tony couldn’t help grinning back at him. Then Steve’s smile faded slightly, a frown crossing his features instead. 
“What?” Tony asked. “What is it?” 
“There’s something else,” Steve admitted. “When I was fighting Loki, after he escaped?” He drew in a slow breath and Tony leaned back, waiting for him to finish. “I know you read my file, Tony. You know about the Commandos?” He waited for Tony’s nod before continuing. “He told me that Bucky’s still alive.”
“He… What?” 
“Yeah.” Steve gave him a helpless look. “I just… I can’t get it out of my head. If it’s not true, why would he do that? If he was trying to throw me off to get an advantage, how would he know to use Bucky? That’s not how Loki’s powers work -- is it? And if, if it is true…?” He trailed off, looking so lost for a moment Tony felt like he should give him a hug. 
“Okay,” he said instead. “So what we need is a team. People we can actually trust.” He hummed consideringly. “Thor and I have been working to try and track down Loki, not that we’ve gotten anywhere, but I don’t know how much help he’ll be. I feel like this’ll require a level of… subtlety that he doesn’t usually manage.” He grinned when that got a huff of laughter out of Steve.”Bruce is still lying low, which is probably for the best right now. I can find Clint and Nat, don’t worry about that, but we’re gonna need someone else, someone we can trust.” 
Steve considered this, nodding slowly. “I maybe know a guy,” he offered. “Back in Washington. He’s sort of my running buddy?” 
Tony arched a skeptical eyebrow. “You found someone who can keep up with you?” he asked, second eyebrow joining the first when Steve laughed at some kind of private joke. 
“Nah,” he admitted. “But that’s kinda what I like about him. Anyway, he’s good, I know he is. I mean, I know it know it, but also I ran a background check on him?”
“You know how to do that?” Tony teased, laughing when Steve kicked the leg of his chair in retaliation. “Okay, okay, sorry. So we’ll bring in your Washington running buddy too. I know it’s not much, but it’s the start of a plan. And you are the man with a plan.” 
Steve rolled his eyes. “Hilarious.” 
Tony just shrugged. “What do you say, Steve? Time to bring the team back together? Take down the bad guys?” 
 Steve grinned back at him. “Avengers Assemble.”
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Dreams come True
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Warnings: Smut, Rough sex
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It was already late in the evening as you from the premiere of Avengers: Endgame came home. The film was a spectacle, it was just wonderful.
However, since you from the cinema went only one single question was floating around in the head:
Did Loki live?
It’s not a secret that Loki has faked his death and can deceive masses of people, so if he did live where did he disappear to? You unlock the door to your flat, lay your jacket and purse on the table beside your front door. You went into your dark flat without troubling yourself to use the light switch. The only light which you did switch on was the lamp beside your bed.
You pulled your shirt over your head and pulled your trousers down your legs, then went to your chest of drawers. You were quickly torn from your thoughts when a loud “click” sounded. You had no roommates, besides your dog. You moved as quietly as possible from your bedroom to your sitting room.
“Damn! Where the hell am I?”, you heard a voice which you know only much too well. You quickly switch on the light, completely forgetting that you were only in underwear. Green eyes bore in immediately into yours, you did not trust your eyes.
“Hello, dear”, said Loki with a winning smile. You noted that his hands were tied up and he held the Tesseract in his hands. You open your mouth to say something, however, out there came only disjointed letters.
“Could you maybe help me with this?”, he asked.
Are you hallucinating? He couldn't possibly be here.
“I assure you, you do not hallucinate, I am completely real”, he said.
Loki came up to you and let you step back.
“Now you could help me”, asked Loki once more and raised his hands with the chains to make it clear.
“How will I know that you won’t disappear immediately or kill me?“, you asked and decided to leave the question of how he could be here for later.
“Good question, do not think I would disappear, take this as an assurance”, he said and held out to you the Tesseract. You take the cube and do not try to see Loki's face.
“And now to your other question, why would I kill such a nice thing like you?” he asked and glided a finger over your naked arm, it led to goosebumps prickling up all over your body.
“Umm, so what should I do?”, you said and pointed at the chains.
“On the chains there are buttons, they must be pressed at the same time, then they will open”, he said. He withdrew 1 step and put his hands out.
You lay the Tesseract on your sitting room table and went again to Loki. You left your hands on his wrists, pressed the button and opened the chains. They fell with a dull blow on the ground.
“Much better, thanks”, he said and transformed his armament into an easy green tunic and black trousers.
“Your welcome”, you quietly said.
“Now what can I offer you for your help? Money, gold, diamonds-“
“Answers”, you interrupted him.
“If that is what you wish”, he said and you nodded.
“I'm going to get some clothes first, though“, you said and wanted to run to your bedroom.
“This will not be necessary”, he said and within seconds a green light surrounded you.
“How did you…”, you stuttered and looked down at yourself, a (Y/F/C) dressing-gown which reached to you up to the middle of your thighs, surrounded you.
“Magic, darling”, he said smiling, you glided your hand over the velvety material.
“Is it real?”, you ask to assure your doubts, after all, he is the God of Mischief.
“Yes, it is. However, let’s not wast anymore time“, he said and took a seat on my couch. You sit down on the other side, a little bit farther from him.
“I do not bite, you know? In any case not if you do not want me to”, he flirted and let you blush.
“If you are a piece of fiction, how can you be here?”, you ask.
“My suspicion was right? I have landed in another timeline?”, he asked, you nod, “I think the Tesseract has sent me here here”
“What had happened before you came here?”, you ask curiously.
“I tried to take over the earth”, he said, shoulder-twitching, “Nevertheless, it has not gone as planned. I was arrested, even as I was led away, which brought me to the Tesseract in my hands again. And I took the chance it wanted I have landed here, with you”
After you have asked a few more things, it became quiet, before he spoke once more: “Were these all your questions?”
You slowly nod, Loki got up that then it was, now he would disappear. However, unexpectedly he stopped before you and pulled you to your feet. You were so close to him that you could feel his breath on your face.
“Then, finally, I can do what I’ve wanted to do since I arrived here.”, he said and before you could ask what he meant, his lips crashed on yours. He pulled you closer to him by your hips and pressed his painfully hard erection in your belly. This makes you let out a loud groan, and Loki uses this to press his tongue in your mouth.
Your hands ran through his pitch-black hair, while his hands walked over your body and solved the knots in your dressing-gown. He brought it off your shoulders and dropped it on the couch. He broke the kiss and started to kiss down your neck and collarbone, and then started to leave love bites.
Your hands moved to the hemline of his shirt to pull it over his head, however, instead, a green light surrounded him and his clothes disappeared, except his boxers. He opened your bra and dropped it on the ground. His mouth kisses a trail up to your left breast and takes your nipple in his mouth.
While he sucked at your nipple, he massaged your other breast and rolled your bud between his fingers.
“Mhm, Loki”, you groan. He leaves your chest and turns you back to himself. He sweeps over your neck once more while his hand slides over your belly to your trousers. First he stroked you over the material and you dropped your head on his shoulder and said his name like a mantra. Finally, his hand found a way in trousers and found you wet.
“Is this all for me, darling? Am I making you so wet?“, he asked and bumped a finger in your gaping hole.
“Oh.... God!... Loki!“, you groan when he presses the second finger in you, while his other hand massages your breast.
“Answer me! Do you long for my cock?”, he growled.
“Yes!... Loki. I want your cock!” When you say this, the last of your clothes disappear from your body and Loki’s long dick presses in your arse.
He pulled his fingers from your hole, before he pressed them again in and started to massage your clit with his thumb. The knot in your belly becomes bigger and bigger until it feels as if it would snap at any moment. Loki pins you against the couch, so that you could sit on the armrest and lean back for support.
“Loki! Ah… can I come, please?“, you said, at this moment Loki’s finger pressed faster in your pussy.
“Come for me”, said Loki in your ear, sending you over the edge. You feel like the point of Loki’s cock presses in your entrance, you could not bring yourself to look down after you come down from your high. Loki presses his hard cock in your narrow hole and you are glad that Loki prepared you, otherwise the stretch would have been unbearable. His cock was lengthy and thick and fills your hole wonderfully, just as you always thought it would.
“So. Tight. How. Does. My. Cock. Feel. In. You?“, he said and emphasized each of his words with a thrust of his cock.
“Mhm. So…good!”, you moaned breathlessly. Loki pulls his cock out almost completely and thrusts into you again, filling you inch by glorious inch.
“Say what you want, darling” he said with clenched teeth.
“Fuck me harder, my king”, you said. Loki lost control and pressed his cock fast and hard in your hole. His tempo made your titts jump up and down.
Loki wrapped his arm around your waist and pulled you against his slender, but athletic chest, his other hand rubbed your clitoris. Your hole tightened around Loki’s cock and signalled to Loki that you would cum. Loki lost his rhythm and you knew that Loki would cum too.
“You want my cum in this little cunt? So there is no chance that you do not become pregnant with my child?”, he said and you came at his words, tightening around his cock sporadically. This also sent Loki over the edge and he shot his seed in you.
You fell on the armrest and Loki rested there until both of your orgasms came down. He pulled out his cock of you and let you whimper when his sperm flowed over your thighs. Loki lifted you, bridal style in his arms, you tied your arms automatically around Loki’s neck. You had almost fallen asleep when you came in the bedroom and felt your soft varnish under yourself.
“Stay”, you murmured in your sleepy haze and felt like the bed sank and Loki's body cuddled up to you, pulling the cover over you.
The next morning you wake alone in bed when you hold your hand to the side where Loki was laying, it was cold. And if you had not known it better, you would have thought it was only a dream, but the dry sperm on your thigh was proof of the fact that he was really there. Your heart hurt when you recognised that Loki had gone in the middle of the night and didn’t find it necessary to say goodbye.
You went to the bath which was connected to your bedroom and took a shower when you went back to your room and to your chest of drawers, you recognised the (Y/F/C) dressing-gown that Loki had conjured for you. He had to have cleared up the sitting room and laid the dressing-gown there. You went to your kitchen and stopped in the door frame.
Loki stood, upper part of the body free and lower body covered by darkly green trousers, in your kitchen cooking, batter could be found everywhere and it seemed as though Loki tried to make pancakes and failed pitifully. After a few moments he noted you.
“You’re awake? I wanted to make breakfast.”, he stuttered and for the first time you saw another Loki than in the films, nervous Loki.
“I see that, I think in Asgard your never had to make your own food?”, you asked him and went to him.
“No…”, he said and rubbed his nape. You took a frying pan from a cupboard and tried some of the dough.
“Nevertheless, you have at least done the dough”, you said smiling “Being honest, I thought that you left.”
“I was going to”, he says and you wince. Loki stepped closer to you and stretched softly, “But, then I asked myself: Why was I sent here? There must have been a reason the Tesseract sent me here. I wanted to prove my whole life to all something and have done my own wishes behind. However, maybe this is my chance to lead my life as I want. And if you also want it, could we do it together?”
“Then you must take me out on a date”, you answered smiling.
“A ‚date?”, he asked
“Yes, we go for food and tell something about ourselves”, you explain.
“If that is what you want”, he says and took a step back, he passed his hand to you and said: “I am Loki of Asgard.”
“I am (Y/N) of (Y/H/T)”, you said and took his hand to pull him to yourself and kiss him softly, as the kiss dissolved you smiled at each other affectionately.
This is the beginning of a new story and the end is not written yet.
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I'll Make Sure You're Safe (An au where Clint and Loki knew each other before the Avengers)
When Clint woke from his hypnotic state, the man who put him there standing in front of him, his first action was to capture Loki by the throat, grinding his teeth. He set his jaw to keep his lip from wobbling, applying more pressure from his palm on Loki's neck. "Answer me, dammit!" He seethed as tears threatened to fall, "Why'd you do it? Why me of all people to have under your hold?" At Loki's silence, Clint forced him back harder against the wall, the impact of Loki's head against it pounding in his ears. With a broken, dry sob, Clint repeated himself, "Why?"
"Because," came Loki's response, his voice raspy under the pressure of Clint's tightening grip, "you were the only one I trusted to be at my side."
Clint shook his head slowly, as if transfixed. He dropped his hand from around Loki's throat to around his shoulders in a swift move. "You're a fuckin' prick, know that?" Clint held Loki tight to his chest, his face buried in the nape of the god's neck, "A big fuckin' prick."
"So I've been told." The reply was distant, cold, lacking the gentle touch it had once had, but it was here. Loki was here. He was tangible, more than just a dream, an aching longing in the middle of the night, he was here and Clint couldn't figure out whether he wanted to strangle him or bring him to bed to hold.
The latter one, eventually. Clint was exhausted and there would be plenty of time to scream at Loki later when he was trying to figure out how in the hell to explain to the rest of the Avengers that hey! I managed to track down and defeat the enemy and I don't even have a scratch! Yeah, that could definitely wait.
For now, Clint took Loki by the hand and led him to his bed upstairs. "It's been some time, hasn't it?" Loki must've cleared his throat; he sounded much better now. "Last time you brought me here, we were clutching onto each other for dear life, scratching, caressing, kissing." A little smirk appeared on the god's tired face, "If I recall, you'd done the whole choking bit then, too, albeit it was coupled with some more fun activities."
"Jesus, Loki." Clint ran a hand over his face, "You need some sleep before I kill ya, I swear." As much as he tried to put a bit of humour to his voice, he couldn't summon it well. "I think the bags under your eyes have bags."
"Rude."
"It's true, asshole, and it's concernin' as all hell." Once Clint convinced Loki to sit on the bed, he made his way to a spot beside him, "I mean, Jesus, do ya never sleep anymore? Yknow, for a god who calls himself fashionable, y'aint takin' care of yourself all that much."
"Clint..."
Clint had really been started now. He continued, "No, seriously, Loki, I might actually look a little less shitty next to you right now. We need to get ya back to the times where I was a dumpster pile compared to you."
Loki's mouth went dry, "We?"
Clint felt those tears pricking at his eyes again, and he promptly wiped them away roughly with the back of his hand, "Yeah, yeah, we." He set his hand on Loki's cheek, "We're doin' this together, I guess. Like it or not."
Loki allowed himself to smile, leaning into the calloused hand on his cheek, "I think I'm okay with that, my hawk."
Clint almost flinched at the petname, recovering just in time to speak again. "Yeah, yeah, now I'm gonna be back in a sex-" he tripped over his words, then corrected himself, "sec."
Loki had that old, little twinkle in his eyes again, "Sex, hm?"
The archer groaned, "C'mon, Lokes, let one slide, would ya?" He let himself relax back onto the bed. Making up the couch for himself could wait, he supposed. Clint felt Loki's hand over his, his pointer finger running a few smooth circles over Clint's palm. He stilled, spying Loki from the corner of his eyes. "Whatcha doin' there, Elsa?"
Loki scrunched up his nose in a way that was oddly comical, but he didn't pull away just yet. He spoke in a quiet volume, "Do you think it's forgivable? What I've done."
With his free hand, Clint tussled his hair, thinking for a moment before he nodded, "I think everythin' can be forgave-"
"Forgiven."
"Oh, leave me alone. I dropped outta school. Forgiven." He corrected himself. "Anyway, uh, I was sayin' that everyone can be forgiven if they put effort in, man." He shrugged, "I mean, hell, you were in my head, so you know all the shit I've done 'nd look at me now."
"Sitting in bed, holding a criminal's hand," Loki replied with a trace of bitterness.
Clint snorted, "I meant bein' an Avenger, but hey this isn't all that bad. I mean, this is...this is kinda nice still, ain't it? Bein' this close."
Loki leaned in just a hair, which from the way they had been sitting before, brought their lips all too close together, "Some would argue that being this close to me is a fate far worse than death."
Clint's gaze dropped, focusing on their hands, which weren't really holding each other, more like just sorta stacked. Like pancakes. Damn, that reminded him; he was hungry. Eh, food could wait. What was he sayin'? Yeah, yeah, Loki's hand over his. Right. He slowly locked their fingers, "There's probably truth to that, Lokes," he smiled at the flush the nickname brought to Loki's cheeks, "Hey, look, pink suits you. Makes your face have a bit 'o colour. Kinda nice."
"You've lost the forest for the trees, my hawk."
Clint shook his head, "Right, anyway, what was I sayin'. Uhhh, okay, so yeah, there's truth to it probably, but hey, I'm not dead yet, am I? I know you could kill me in a snap with all of your wizard powers-" Loki rolled his eyes; Clint laughed, "-but you haven't. And that says somethin' whether you like it or not, Loki."
There was a few solid beats of silence, and almost Clint opened his mouth to speak again, only to be cut off by the light pressure of Loki's lips against his. His eyes shut from impulse, and he applied a bit more pressure to the kiss. They moved slowly, if they did move at all. Fine by Clint. This alone caused his breath to hitch, the old ticker in his chest to beat rapidly, as if on steroids. "Loki..."
"Yes, my hawk?" The words were murmured against his lips between soft touches. The hand that wasn't holding his, Loki had on his waist just under the hoodie Clint wore.
"We can't do this forever, man. Much as I'd like to." Clint pulled away just enough that Loki could see the expression he wore; something tender, sad, concerned, but also wise. Clint knew that if they continued this game, there would never be a winner.
Loki slid his hand down to rest on Clint's thigh, "I know you're right, and I know I must leave you eventually. Whether it be to some ugly prison on Asgard, or banished to a desolate realm to spend my next 4000 years alone and self-loathing. I know this, and for this, I am prepared, but for now, I beg of thee, mine hawk, give me a bit of time with you."
Clint felt the hard lump in his throat swell up until he was absolutely drowning in it. He suddenly felt all too real, as if aware of how each muscle in his limbs contracted as he moved but an inch. "Lokes, this is..." he shook his head, "Goddammit, I'm so pissed because I actually like you, you fucknut. And we coulda just been happy if you hadn't taken that stupid Tesseract." He set his hands on Loki's chest, searching for the right words to say, "Fuck, fuck, *fuck*, Loki."
He felt so stupidly helpless, slumped against a god's chest like this. What the hell, man. Clint couldn't find the right words, the right movements, the right breaths. It stung like the blades in his ears had, like dropping out of school had, like being mind controlled had...
Next thing he knew, he was on his back, the hand that had been on his hip now gently raking through his hair, lips that had been on his now on his cheeks, kissing away tears that had apparently fallen. Loki's body was over his, his touches gentle, making Clint keen.
"Clint," a kiss to his cheek, "all of this," to his lips, "all of this hel that's going on," a long, biting kiss to his throat, "it's not going to last forever." His breath was hot against Clint's neck, his limbs tangled with Clint's, "I'm sorry that I did this to you." The words were desperately quiet, and Clint had to strain to hear, piecing together little bits of sound.
His heart ached, and he shook his head slowly, unable to get words to work for him. Instead, Clint just gave Loki a comforting smile, cupping his cheeks to bring him down closer to him. He rested his forehead against Loki's, their noses almost touching, "Hey, it's gonna be okay." He tried to keep his breathing slow to make his heart stop racing, "You're right. This ain't gonna last forever, Lokes. It's gonna get a lot better 'cause I'm gonna defend you to make sure you end up somewhere safe."
Loki dropped his head down to bury his face in Clint's shoulder, "I don't know how much that'll help, Clinton."
With the movement, Clint had to move his hands from his cheeks to Loki's back, "We're going to get this figured out. Yeah, I can't just...just get you off the hook cause I mean, yeah, you're guilty and no way is the government gonna let you free, but you're not going to end up banished somewhere or in a shithole of a prison. You're gonna...gonna get books and decent food, and I'm gonna try to visit you, okay?"
Loki nodded slowly as he spoke, turning on his side so that he could look up at Clint, drinking in the soft, hurt expression the archer held. He said, "They're not going to let you see me without questioning you heavily. Why would the one taken over, forced to serve this lowly god, want to see him? Well, ha, I suppose you could always make the excuse that you want to see me suffering. That you want to...to get your revenge on me. I'm sure Odin would allow that."
"Is your dad really that bad?" Clint asked in a way that said Loki didn't have to answer if he didn't want to.
Loki set his jaw, "Odin is not my father. He is nothing to me but the man who picked me up off the street when Laufey threw me away to die." A pause, "But...yes, Odin never cared for me as he did Thor. I understand that. Anyone that's spent a minute with the three of us can see that, but that's not the point."
"I'm sorry, Loki, I really am." After he got a little nod of dismissal from Loki, Clint gave his arm a soft squeeze, "Let me up. I'm going to get changed." Clint pushed himself out of bed to get some loose, fleece bottoms. After going out to the bathroom to change, he came back to sit at the edge of the bed.
He pressed a kiss to Loki's temple, "You should get some sleep, you know. It's good for you."
"You're one to talk."
"Hey, I sleep. I'm the asshole that just never gets out of bed." Clint retorted with a grin. He said with a more gentle tone, "Sleep. Tomorrow mornin' I gotta go to back to HQ and explain where the fuck I've been and how the fuck I'm myself again."
"Right." Loki whispered. Then, "Take off your binder before you go to bed, would you." It was more of a caring demand than a question.
"Yeah, yeah, I know. I try to remember, man."
"Good." Was Loki's only reply before he turned over, apparently forcing himself to sleep before Clint could badger him more.
Clint turned to go back downstairs, repressing his groan when he remembered that he had to make the couch for bed before he could sleep. Before he left, he looked over his shoulder to Loki, a weary smile crossing his features. "It'll be okay, Clint, it'll be okay."
It was better to tell himself this. Better to convince himself that Loki would be okay before he was ripped from him forever.
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