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clandestineloki · 3 years

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My Darling Dove (1K Followers Special!)

The winner is... Prompt #05!!

“You’re so innocent, yet your curiosity wanders far beyond anything pure. Shall I be your guide to the most sinful, ravishing, and utterly glorious pleasures of all?”

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TW: smut, corruption kink, oral (fem receiving)

"Y-Your majesty? Are you in here?"

You try to steady the shaking of your hands by clenching your fists as you knock on the door.

You've gone here hundreds of times with some of the other maids, to change the sheets or arrange the wardrobe, but it's different now.

It's different because the Prince summoned you alone.

To put it in the words of the head maid, he wants you, specifically.

But why? You were just one of the other handmaids in the palace, no one significant to the royal family, let alone the prince.

No one answers the door. You test the doorknob, and it clicks as you turn it slowly. You peek into the room. No one's inside.

You let out a sigh of relief and push the door completely open, though your ears are still thrumming hard.

Prince Loki set something alight in you- something you've never felt- and it was quite scary- the feeling of not knowing. The feeling of not knowing what pleasant burn would come alive inside you every time your eyes met his, the feeling of confusion every time his eyes lingered on you for too long, the way it seemed he was playing a tempting game with you.

A game you have never played.

You swallow your pride and start towards the bed, assuming the Prince just called you here for chores, and nothing else.

Just as you reach the bedside, a firm hand grabs your wrist and whirls you around, and you nearly stumble if not for Prince Loki's grip on your arm.

"Well, well."

His other hand cups your chin and tilts your face up to meet his eyes.

He's even more captivating up close.

"The little dove actually came," he smirked.

"I-I-I was ordered t-to, I couldn't d-disobey- ah," your words come out in shaky breaths as his thumb brushes across your lips.

He quirks an eyebrow, and lets his grin widen. He must know the effect he has on you. It's impossible for him to be enjoying it this much.

"That's what I admire about you, dove," he chuckles, letting go of your wrist, and you can still feel the ghost of his grip on your arm. "You're so obedient, so nice..."

And, when your eyes flicker away for just a fraction of a second, he pulls you closer, his fingers working through your braids and slipping the hair tie off, threading his fingers into your scalp once your tresses flow freely.

"So eager to be a good little dove."

His thumb brushes against your cheek before the hand caressing your face drops to his side.

"Kiss me."

Your eyes widen. "Kiss you, your majesty?"

You had never kissed anyone, let alone hold hands with anybody. And here you were, with Prince Loki, the one you admired most, and he was asking you to-

"I won't repeat myself."

You let out a squeak, and in a panic, you rush up on your toes and quickly kiss him.

On the cheek, that is.

You squeeze your eyes shut, unable to look at him any longer. "I'm sorry, my prince!"

Unbeknownst to you, Loki turns irrationally red at your little stunt. He had always seen you as so pure, so innocent, but this- this was something else.

He chuckles in amusement, and you open your eyes slowly and raise your chin a little to look up at him. His hand is brushing lightly against the spot where you had-

"Was that a kiss?"

Your face burns at his teasing tone. You don't know, honestly.

"That was just a light peck. You really are a little bird, aren't you?"

Was that a compliment? A mockery? A rhetorical question?

You don't get to find out, because his hand coming up to hold your face startles you out of your half-baked thoughts.

"Perhaps I should show you, then."

He lightly brushes his lips against yours, very slowly. You flinch at the contact, but his thumb brushes lightly on your neck, as if to soothe you. It works, and your eyes flutter shut on instinct.

The prince who had nearly cut off your blood supply by gripping your wrist, was the same prince treating you as if you could break any moment.

Which, you could. You could spontaneously combust right here with just the way he's being so gentle.

But, then, gentle became... a little less gentle.

He nibbles down on your bottom lip, and when you gasp in surprise, he slips his tongue into your mouth, and you unintentionally let out a whimper as his tongue expertly knocks the wind out of you. His other hand snakes around your waist, and pulls you even closer, giving you no room to escape.

You have no idea what you're escaping from.

He pulls away after a while, and you can't stop yourself from slightly leaning back in before he chuckles and you suddenly get flustered again.

"Y-your majesty?" you ask, your head still down, your breathing heavy, your mind still dazed from the kiss.

"Wh-why was I asked to come here? A-alone?"

Prince Loki doesn't speak for a while. Unlike you, he's perfectly composed and not a panting, shaking mess.

"I asked you to come here because I have a proposition."

He pulls on the bottom-most button of your plain white shirt. It comes off quite easily- it's loosened due to the wear and tear of time- and he takes one of your trembling hands in his.

"Take your blouse off for me."

Your stomach somersaults at his words, all heat rushing to your face, burning like magma.

You let him guide your wrist to the next button, and you take it off, then the next.

You're staring holes into your shoes, and you don't dare look up- not even when his other hand starts rubbing gently on your cheek.

"N-No one's ever seen me naked before, your majesty. I-" you pop out another button and shakily exhale.

Prince Loki knows what you're trying to say. He knows you don't know what you're doing.

He's going to fix that in a while.

He'll utterly deflower you in the most passionate way.

But first, he'll get you through this.

As you pop open another button, he leans down and whispers right into your ear.

"That's it, dove. Keep going."

You shudder at the praise, and something twists inside you at the sinewy tone. You quickly unbutton the next two buttons and he chuckles.

"One last, little dove."

He emphasizes his little nickname for you by kissing your ear slowly, and you're so startled you nearly rip the last button off.

"Ssh,” he chuckles, amused. “Don't be so alarmed, dove."

He unsheds the upper half of your body, and the hairs on the back of your neck shoot up because he lets out an almost predatory growl.

"You're even more beautiful than I'd thought."

Heat blossoms on your cheeks and between your legs at his generous praise.

His eyes have darkened significantly, and the look in his eyes is feral.

"Get on the bed."

Your eyes flicker behind you to his large four-poster. "On y-your bed?"

He suddenly pulls you to his chest, and he bites down on your ear. You let out a whimper, but you're cut off when he tells you to-

"Get on the bed, or I won't be able to control myself."

You stumble onto the bed quite clumsily, and adjust yourself so you're kneeling, your hands fidgeting nervously in front of you. Loki joins you, and he holds your chin and captures your lips, but this time, he's shedding his armor, tossing it somewhere else in the room.

He's left in trousers, naked waist-up, and you can help the shiver that runs through you.

You can feel your heart thumping in your chest, and you're breathing air like you've just gone for a swim.

His tongue slips in your mouth again, and he sucks just hard enough to have you whimpering into his mouth. He breaks away and looks down at you. He grins, and his skilled tongue traces his bottom lip like a hungry wolf.

"Look at you, my little dove. So innocent, yet you're almost completely bare for me."

He leans in close, his voice darkening into a sensual whisper.

"Almost."

You feel your stomach twist at his voice and he chuckles, gently pushing on your chest so you lie flat on the bed. He moves his face next to your other ear, licking your skin gently before softly nibbling on it.

He hovers on top of you for a second, seeing your flushed face and chest, before moving to your neck and kissing every inch of cherry red skin there. He alternates soft kisses with sucking and biting, skillfully making you mewl just for him.

You're absolutely gone. You've never felt anything like it. You feel something blossoming in your stomach, like a fire, but one that burns beautifully, sweetly, making your toes curl. You thread your shaking fingers through his hair, and you feel his hand running up your wrist.

But he suddenly slams your hand down above you, and grabs the other as well, holding both your arms above your head.

He continues his ministrations, down your collarbone, onto your left breast, and onto your ni-

"Ah!"

Before you can stop yourself, you feel yourself arching your chest into his face, unable to keep yourself from sitting still.

He smirks devilishly up at you. "What was that, dove?"

"N-Nothing, your majesty. A-About y-your proposition?"

"Ah, well," he crawls up so his face is directly over yours again.

"The first order of business is to drop the formalities," he trails the tip of his tongue over the helix of your ear, effectively reducing you to pants and whimpers. His fingers toy with the garter of your skirt, the last piece of cloth covering your dignity. "Address me properly first."

"Your highness-"

Snap!

You gasp at the sudden sting on your hip from the stretched garter, but the sound turns into a loud moan as he bites down on your ear and growls.

"Call me my name."

If you were shaking earlier, you were practically vibrating now just from his voice.

"L-Loki," you stutter, and he smirks against your ear as he brings both his hands to your skirt and slowly drags it down your thighs, your ankles, your feet, until he all but gracefully tosses it aside.

"Your h- Loki," you test his name on your tongue a second time, it feels foreign, but nice. "What are you doing?"

He grins almost madly, and jerks your legs apart so wide, a shockwave runs through your legs at the sudden cold that hits your soaking cunt-

"I'm going to study you, little dove," he kisses your ankle slowly. "I'll find out what makes those pretty little legs of yours shiver like a leaf in the wind. I'll uncover every dirty little fantasy you'd never admit to anyone, even yourself. I'm going to find out what you like, and I will give it to you tenfold. I will ravish you again, and again, and again, until you're wholly, utterly mine."

Oh, the prince had such sway in his words. It's one of the reasons you admired him so much. Everything he'd say was so intellectual, so intelligent, and though laced with a bit of sarcasm, his voice seemed to lure you in with every word.

Which didn't help that you felt your stomach twisting with every hot breath that landed on your petals.

“Does that quirk my little dove’s interest?” He raises an eyebrow playfully at your flustered state.

“Yes, Loki.”

He smirks before his eyes lower to your cunt, and you can see the glint in his irises. As if he's found a diamond.

Which he might as well have, because Loki wants nothing more than to find out how you taste.

And here you are, spread out for him so willingly, so vulnerable. All for him.

"Look at this," he looks up at you before diving in, pressing a kiss to your petals, and- Norns, what is this feeling? Your toes curl and you let out a whimper into the back of your palm.

He chuckles against your heat, the vibrations making your voice go higher. He pulls away, his chin and lips soaked.

"Do you see this, dove?"

You nod once, your face burning.

"It means you want me, little dove, you crave me." His tongue darts out to clean his lips, and you shudder at the act. His eyes flutter closed, and for a second there's a tense silence.

His eyes snap open, and the fire in his eyes is feral.

You feel another clench- and now you're aware that the origin is your cunt- and your breath catches in your throat.

"I need more-" he grabs your ankles and pulls you closer to his face.

Loki hooks one of your legs over his shoulder and lays your other leg flat down on the bed, and- giving you one last look before grinning sadistically- licks a fat stripe up your folds.

The sounds that leave your throat are unholy. The only thing your poor little head can process is his mouth on you, his firm grip on both your thighs, and your fists clenching the sheets below you.

He alternates between soft licks, slow ones, fast ones, but he doesn’t establish some kind of pattern. He wants to keep you on edge. He wants to see you fall over the peak without you even seeing it coming.

He grips your thighs harder, and teases your entrance with his tongue-

His head snaps up at the utterly beautiful noise that you make when he does.

He likes it.

He does it again, and again, and again- wait, he realizes you’re quieter. Your thighs are shaking, and are you wincing?

“What is it, dove?”

“I-I-I liked it, b-but, could you- maybe- slow down?”

He blinks twice, then chuckles to himself softly. He crawls over you and brushes a little hair away from your face.

“I apologize for getting too far ahead. I couldn’t resist,” he chuckles. “I’ll slow down for you, dove.”

You feel his fingers trace your hip lightly, and you unintentionally flinch, bucking your hips into his.

“So eager already, my dove?”

He circles his fingers around your entrance, gathering your nectar, before sliding them in.

You gasp, and he presses his mouth to yours, groaning into your mouth feeling just how warm your insides are.

“I thought you said you wanted me to slow down.”

You’re unable to think right now. You don’t know what he’s doing, or what you’re feeling, but you don’t want it to stop.

His lips are back at your neck, sucking slowly, his fingers curling inside you until he hits a spot that makes you-

“Ah! Please, Loki!”

He knows he’s sparked something in you. He knows you’re at the edge already.

Which is why he pulls out his fingers.

You whimper at the loss of his digits and your hips chase after them, but he holds them firm in place with one hand as his eyes darken.

“I don’t think you know what you’re asking for, dove.”

You look away. “I don’t,” you meekly admit.

“You don’t. With how pure you are, there’s no way you’d know what I’m going to do to you for the rest of the night.”

He flicks a hand and green light surrounds him. When it vanishes, he’s completely bare. Your eyes land on his cock. It’s big.

But maybe it’s not. You’ve never seen one before.

A snap has your eyes shooting back up to his, and he smirks, knowing what’s running through your mind.

“I asked you here because I want to offer you endless nights of pleasure.”

He hovers over you.

“What I did to you earlier? The blissful state I had you in? That was just a prelude of all the dirty, sinful things I’ve wanted to do to you for so long.”

The last part of his words made your eyebrows furrow. So had he thought of this before?

As if in reply, he gently brushes his lips against yours. His hand comes up to brush your neck.

“I have had my eyes only on you for the past months, dove. No one else. You’re the only one I would ever offer this to. You’re the only one I would ever want to care for, to ravish, to love.”

After taking in a breath, his hand moves down to your thighs, gently nudging them apart.

“I only ask for one thing in return.”

You nod. “Anything, Loki.”

“Be mine as well,” Loki positions himself at your entrance. “Give me this chance to be your mentor, your friend, your lover. Allow me to deflower you in the most passionate way. Trust me with all of you, and I will trust you with all of me. Let me give you what you’ve been missing, because you gave me light when I lost it in the darkness, dove.”

He smiles down at you, and you can just barely make out the unshed tears in his emerald orbs.

“I’d like to do the same for you.”

You smile as well, and nod.

“Thank you,” he breathes out. “Thank you for trusting me, dove.”

He slowly sheathes himself in you, and you can’t help the whimper that escapes your lips at the intrusion. You feel so full, so blissful, but there’s a lingering sting as he goes deeper and deeper and deeper and deeper-

“Hey, ssh, dove, don’t cry,” he coos, your pained gasps stinging his heart. “It’s alright. You’re doing so well, t-taking all of me like a good dove.”

He praises you through it, telling you how good you are for him and how you’re making him feel so good and how he can’t wait to make you feel so good.

“There we go, it’s over, ssh, don’t cry.” He brushes away your tears. “I’m going to move now. I’ll take it slowly, don’t worry.”

He pulls out until only half of him is inside you, then pushes back in a little less slowly. Slowly, the painful burn slowly turns into one that makes your legs shake and your cunt clench, and makes you see stars in your eyes. He can hear the change in your voice, and takes this as his cue to move a little faster.

You’re a mewling, moaning mess for him and he loves it.

“It drives me insane that you’re so beautiful, yet I’m the only one to ever grace my eyes on you. Do you know how much power you’re trusting me with? I could break you so easily, I could- ah, fuck- I might take advantage of your kindness, yet you trust me with all of you.”

He takes your legs and pulls them around his waist, pushing deeper and harder into you.

“But I can never do that. I could never do that to you, dove. What you’ve given to me-” he kisses you briefly, “-it’s a blessing from Valhalla. I could never take advantage of you for that. You’re too precious. I love you too much to do that.”

Those three words, combined with how good he’s making you feel, bring tears to your eyes.

“I-I love y-you, Loki,” you whisper into his lips.

“I love you too, with all my heart, dove.”

He kisses you once again, before his hand finds your folds, rubbing your clit, and bringing you closer and closer to the edge-

“Please never let anyone see you like this. You’re mine. You’re mine, dove, and I’m yours as well.”

“Loki, I’m yours, I’m yours, I’m yours, I’m yours-”

It’s an endless chant that seals your deal as the both of you get lost in the feeling of each other.

The moon is high in the sky.

Loki’s hands seek out yours lazily, rubbing circles into it for a minute before he turns you around to face him as he brings your hand to his lips.

“You get more and more beautiful every second I look at you, dove.”

Your cheeks heat up and you hide shyly into his chest. He chuckles, and lifts your chin with a single finger to press a kiss to your nose.

“You’re still as shy as you always were, no matter what you say. Or are you just a really good actress?”

“M’ not,” you mumble against his lips. “Almost broke character when you snapped my skirt. Gets me every time.”

Loki quirks an eyebrow playfully, before laughing and shaking his head. “Doesn’t it feel great to look back on the old days? When you were just a pure, naïve little dove who would obey my every whim?”

He rolls over so he’s on top of you. He grasps each of your arms in his and inhales the scent of your hair.

“Not that you aren’t still one now. You caught me off guard with how great of an actress you were. Stuttering like a sweet little bird, just like you used to do back then. Makes something tick in me, makes me want to-”

He playfully growls and nibbles your bruised neck, and though you love when he does that, you whine softly.

“Later,” you push him down so he’s on his side, facing you. “Wanna sleep. You tired me out a lot.”

“I’m sure I did,” he chuckles, pulling you to his chest, pressing one last kiss to your lips.

“Now, sleep, you deserve it. You’re always so good for me, my perfect little darling dove.”

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clandestineloki · 3 years

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Next To You

Loki's just gotten off the bed, about to go make himself some tea before returning next to you. It's the usual morning routine he does to read while running his fingers though your hair as you sleep in his arms.

There's something different that happens today though.

Just as he's pushed himself onto his feet, he hears a light whimper from you.

And then another, with twice as much urgency.

He turns back to you, startled, and watches as your hand taps at the spot on the sheets where he had just been, your eyebrows furrowing at the emptiness, your whimpers getting a little louder as your fingers clench at the fabric where your lover was supposed to be.

It's as if you subconsciously know he’s supposed to be there.

Surprised, Loki places a hand over yours, and just like that, your features relax, your whimpers fall quietly into a sigh, and you grab lightly onto his wrist, your fingers gently locking around his arm.

He has to hold back tears at how adorable you are, how you're looking for him even in your sleep.

All thoughts of going elsewhere vanish into the crisp, thin air of the room as he settles back in bed with you, brushing away a little hair from your eyes.

A small hum of satisfaction escapes your lips. Loki smiles.

The rest of his morning is spent with the love of his life, as he watches your chest rise and fall, and he wonders what you're possibly dreaming about.

It's moments like these that Loki feels truly at peace.

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clandestineloki · 3 years

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Nothing Hill

Y/N: *writing in her journal on a bench, leaves falling around her just perfectly*

Loki: *looking at her from behind a tree*

Tony, popping up next to Loki: What's up, Reindeer Games?

Loki: N-Nothing.

Loki: What do you want?

Tony: Who are we stalking today?

Loki: Stalking? No-

Tony: Or would you prefer the term 'bird watching but with people'? Is that a better term for staring at Y/N like that the whole day?

Loki: I-

Tony: Don't even hide it, lover boy, it's obvious.

Loki: What's obvious?

Tony: You're in love, Reindeer.

Loki: I'm not.

Tony: Oh really? Then what's that rose doing in your hand?

Loki:

Loki: Wilting.

Tony: You're gonna give it to her, aren't ya?

Loki: I-

Tony: You ARE! Oh, boy this is great! I have to go tell the others!

Tony: [runs inside]

Loki: [turns back to you]

Loki: [walks to the bench where you're sitting]

Loki: [lifts you up and spins you around]

Y/N, squealing: Aaaah!! Put me down!!

Loki, chuckling as he sets you down: Hello, love.

Y/N, smiling: Hi.

Loki, bending down to kiss your hand: You never get any less beautiful every time I see you.

Y/N, blushing madly: Loki, don't say stuff like that.

Loki: It's true.

Loki: [hands you the rose]

Y/N, gasping softly: It's so pretty!

Y/N: But, isn't it autumn? I thought roses weren't in season.

Loki: That is a rose from my mother's garden. It's immortal.

Y/N: Wow.

Y/N, looking up at Loki: Thank you.

Loki: Anything for my darling dove.

Y/N: [lying across the bench] So did you tell Tony we're dating?

Loki, pretending to think: [plops down on the bench] Nope.

Y/N: Pleeeeeaseeeeee think about it? I can't wait to boast how wonderful a lover you are.

Loki, dramatically purring as he runs his hand through your hair: Oh, dear. What happened to the meek and humble Y/N I met?

Y/N: [leaning on Loki's lap] I just don't want to wait until we're alone to show you all my love.

Loki, pulling you up to kiss you: You won't have to wait much longer, love.

Y/N, beaming: Really? You'll tell them?

Loki: [chuckles and shakes his head]

Loki: They already know.

[cut to the all the Avengers stalking you from behind the tree]

Loki, glancing at them once: [chuckling] My, how the tables have turned.

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clandestineloki · 3 years

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subtle

Loki: I've been giving subtle hints to Y/N that I like her.

Y/N: [walks by]

Loki: [presses his lips to hers, slipping his tongue in]

Loki: [breaks away]

Loki: Excellent.

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clandestineloki · 3 years

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CLANDESTINELOKI 1K SPECIAL

Let me start by saying I never expected to get this far. I really just write self-indulgent stuff, along with the occasional requests. But you guys have been nothing but very sweet, always sending me love and reblogging my works. Thank you for believing in me, it really means the world!!

Now, I’ve been thinking of writing a smut special, and so far here are my ideas! Please sneak into my asks with the number of your choice, and maybe a little message to me! It can be your first impression of my blog, your favorite fic, or even a question to me!!

1. “Do you want me?” “Want is an understatement, petal. To put it so blandly, I’d pin you to my bed and destroy you if you asked.”

2. “You’re writing about me again? No, don’t stare like a deer in headlights. Let’s see what your dirty little mind has conjured up for me now.”

3. “Beg for me, love. A few minutes and I won’t show you or your dripping little quim any mercy.”

4. “You said you wanted more. This is more. Now take it before I turn the setting any higher.”

5. “You’re so innocent, yet your curiosity wanders far beyond anything pure. Shall I be your guide to the most sinful, ravishing, and utterly glorious pleasures of all?”

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clandestineloki · 3 years

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The Stages Of Falling In Love: Reflection

Denial || Attachment || Realization || Sharing || Reflection || Acceptance

Loki stared at you as if you had grown an extraneous third arm. Why? Because in one of your hands was an ice skating ticket. For him.

What, pray tell, in all the blasted Nine realms, made you think he liked ice?

It was revolting to him. Even if he knew he would see you at your purest, happiest self, he would personally rather die that wear those peculiar skating shoes. Even if he knew the idea of him trying to skate would bring an innocent little smile to your pink lips, he would personally rather be nice to Stark than accompany you. And everyone knew how hard it was to be nice to Stark.

He would personally rather eat another horrible concoction of ice cream than give you the opportunity to see a softer side of him.

But he knew there was a part of him that secretly wanted you to see that side of him. Loki knew you’d love to get to know that side of him that believed in love.

Love? What was love to him? Something he’d been searching for? Something he’d confused with validation, something he tried- and failed- to find on the throne he’d always envisioned himself in?

It terrified him, because now, he no longer looked for a throne to sit on.

He’d always be looking for you.

Which is why, besides the earlier objections of his head, he found himself listening to his heart and dressing up, while FRIDAY- who, though she was merely artificial intelligence- was surprised to hear Loki call out to her for the very first time she very nearly alerted security.

“I was afraid you wouldn’t come,” you smiled in relief as you saw Loki strutting towards you. “Bucky gave me these tickets and no one wanted to come.”

“No one but me,” he corrected matter-of-factly.

The two of you made your way to the elevator.

“Did you know Bucky actually got the tickets to the actual skating rink in Home Alone 2?” you asked.

“Home… Alone?”

You gasped, pulling his arm to make him face you. “Home Alone? Kevin McCallister? The Christmas movie?”

He raised his eyebrows. “I don’t follow.”

“Oh,” you mumbled. “You probably haven’t watched it yet. Sorry, I should have realized.”

You looked away shyly with a slight frown on your face, and the sight of you being so pathetically concerned for him made Loki’s stomach churn in an uncomfortable way.

However, before he could do anything to return your usual chipper grin to your face, your eyes lightened up.

“Do you wanna have a Home Alone movie marathon? I have Netflix!” you chimed. “I-I mean after we go skating,” you corrected.

Loki couldn’t decline if he wanted to (he didn’t, trust me).

“There isn’t much people here,” Loki looked at the huge rink.

Your eyebrows shot up. “I’m surprised there aren’t much people at this time.” You turned to Loki, sticking your hand out. “Shall we?”

Shall we?

Loki stared at your hand, and his perception of time faltered.

You must have been a succubus, because how could you do so many things to his heart, to his head, and be the prettiest and innocent thing on the face of this planet?

He wished he had listened to what his mother said about falling. Then again, nothing could ever prepare for him to see you such a pure and happy state.

It made him wonder if someone like you could ever fall for someone like him. A monster.

But he snapped out of it, took your hand, and the two of you walked onto the rink.

Of course, Loki had to slip and fall. Luckily, he let go of your hand just in time.

You yelped in surprise and knelt down beside him.

“Are you alright?”

“I’m a God, I’ve experienced worse than falling on ice,” he groaned as he stood up again and looked back at you. “Go on, don’t wait for me-”

Just as he said that he felt a zip of wind as you dashed past him and spun around in the middle of the rink, your squeals of joy ringing through the Christmas air.

“Loki, come on!” You shouted, and he could hear your smile.

Some other people on the rink stared at Loki, probably wondering what the God was doing in some skating rink with a girl who was Tokyo Drifting across the ice, but he ignored them as he slowly scooted up to you.

From where he was, he could see you, twirling around clumsily, your reflection in the ice mimicking your every move as you stretched your arms out and spun on one foot. As staggered as your movements were, he had never seen anything- anyone- more graceful than the way you smiled down at your feet once they steadied, then moved in one direction like a swan.

He had heard of swans being very romantic, dying of heartbreak once left by their partners, or even attacking other swans that near its love.

Not to be dramatic, but Loki never saw himself as romantic before he met you.

Then again, maybe he never truly had fallen in love before he met you.

He thought back to the night before, how he had so willingly opened up to his oaf of a brother.

“I’m proud of you brother,” Thor grinned once Loki had finished telling him- well, more accurately, denying he was in love. “You would be great with her!”

“Me, of all people?” Loki scoffed, swirling the tea around in his cup. He could hear his mother smiling down at him, telling him that it was a nervous habit of his to fidget with his teacup. “She’s so beautiful, so pure, so sweet, and I-I’m the one who nearly wrought havoc to her planet. I’m a-”

“I see how you’ve changed. You’re not the monster you think you are, brother. And maybe falling in love will show you that to love someone else, you have to love yourself too. You can’t give what you don’t have.”

“Those are frighteningly sensible words coming from you, brother.”

“I’m not fibbing,” Thor raised his hands up. “I’m just here to listen and understand. It’s you who has to tell yourself what you want to do. It’s time you set yourself free… from your past and from yourself.”

Loki snapped out of his thoughts. He’d deal with his past later.

Right now, his one priority was to be the reason you smiled.

You knelt down on the ice to tie the laces on the skating shoes. You saw a light shimmer of green out of the corner of your eye, and when you looked at the ice, your reflection was waving at you.

You jumped in terror, seeing your reflection grinning at you and laughing.

“Loki!” You screamed. “I-I-I- what- what’s that?”

“Oh, I don’t know.”

You looked up, and Loki was smirking, green shimmers dancing on his fingers.

“Loki?” You asked, wide-eyed. “Are you doing this?”

He flicked his wrist, and when you looked down, your reflection was skating away from you, grinning over her shoulder like a Cheshire cat.

You looked up at Loki in confusion and surprise. He was laughing.

Really laughing.

“What are you doing?” you couldn’t help but laugh along too. “I don’t-” you stopped to wheeze, and looked at your reflection in the ice, spinning further away. “I don’t have a reflection now!”

“Well, you should go and get it back now, right, darling?”

You looked around to find a figure in the ice, and saw her a few feet away, dashing around the rink.

Now you knew how Peter Pan felt while he was chasing his shadow.

“Get back here!” You tried.

She didn’t listen, zapping past you, and startling you so much that you fell on your butt with a shriek of surprise.

Loki smirked, moving closer to you. “Giving up so soon?”

You stuck your tongue out. “No way!”

Loki couldn’t stop chuckling as he watched you fall two times more, before finally getting up and skating past him, keeping your eyes down on the ice to find your rouge image zipping across the blue.

“Get back here- ah!” You slipped again, this time landing forward, on your stomach, trying to get up again, and failing pathetically as you devolved into a giggle fit.

“Loki!” you wheezed through your laughter, as your hands slipped repeatedly as you tried to push yourself up. “Help me!”

He didn’t want to, not when you were laughing and having the time of your life in front of his very eyes. He smiled softly to himself; flicking his wrist one last time and making the green lights disappear.

After a few moments, you finally got yourself to your knees, carefully trying not to slip on the ice again. You looked back down and your reflection was right there below you.

“Is this really my reflection now?” you asked.

Loki nodded.

You tilted your head at him, pouting, and pointed a finger at him.

“I don’t think you’re telling me the truth. No tricks?”

“No tricks.”

To Loki’s surprise, you turned back to the ice, and started making funny faces, as if to assure that this was really your reflection.

The corner of his lips curled upward as he watched you trying to get up again after making sure that Loki wasn’t tricking you. His brother’s words rang in his head.

I see how you’ve changed. You’re not the monster you think you are, brother. And maybe falling in love will show you that to love someone else, you have to love yourself too. You can’t give what you don’t have.

Could he really be good for someone like you? He was so sure he was absolutely captivated by everything about you, but he wasn’t sure if he was ready to leave his fears behind.

It’s you who has to tell yourself what you want to do. It’s time you set yourself free… from your past and from yourself.

He watched as you looked at your watch, laughing as you realized how many hours had passed already. You gestured at Loki to come over to you with a grin that reached your eyes.

And with that smile, he fell hard.

And with that smile, that oh so beautiful smile, he knew that he would do anything- fight to the ends of the universe, face his fears and yours- to have more memories with you.

He smiled too, and moved to sit down next to you as you wriggled your toes after taking off the skating shoes.

He knew you were worth every risk he would take.

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The Stages Of Falling In Love: Sharing

Denial || Attachment || Realization || Sharing || Reflection || Acceptance

Loki was practically vibrating as Thor walked him back to his room.

Well, more accurately, dragging him to his room.

“I almost forgot about your tendency to get sugar rush from ice cream, brother!” The oaf barked out a laugh as he struggled to open the door with one hand. “When was the last time this happened to you? We were what, six hundred and seven?”

“Six hundred and eight,” Loki tried to push his brother away, despite the shivering of his hands at both the cold and the energy pulsating through his body due to the ice cream he wolfed down earlier.

“I thought that went away already ages ago- hnggh!” Thor groaned as he threw Loki on the bed “Get Help” style.

He swan dived onto the bed after. “Ahh, that’s more like it. I should have remembered you’re like this when it comes to desserts. Now tell me, when exactly did you realize it?”

Loki sat up, conjuring two cups of tea, forcing one into his brother’s hand. “Realize what?” he quirked an eyebrow.

“That you love her!” Thor beamed.

Loki couldn’t help but choke on his tea, which didn’t exactly slip under Thor’s notice. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Loki, you may be the God of Mischief, but I’m your brother. I’d understand if you don’t fully trust me yet, but I’d truly appreciate if you’d open up a little bit about this. I know you never listened to mother’s talks about love- don’t get me wrong, I didn’t either-” both Gods let out a snort at this, “-and I was utterly confused when I started feeling things for Jane. Maybe if I help you a little, you won’t feel as confused or chaotic. How does that sound?”

Loki mulled over his brother’s words. Thor was many things- the better sibling, the stronger one, the more impulsive one, but he was never dishonest with his words. (Except that one time that he pushed Loki out of the ship. Nevertheless, technically, it was for his own good.)

“Alright, but I’m not doing anything based on your rash decisions.”

Thor grinned. “Now, I’m not going to take up too much of this conversation. You tell me everything.”

“Buckaroo, there’s something I need to ask you.”

“Hmm?” Bucky started up the dishwasher and leaned on his metal hand against the counter. “Alright, shoot at me.”

“What’s love for you?”

“You mean Steve?” He smirked. “Oh, well, it’s cute and annoying at the same time. When I’m firing targets at the shooting range, he sometimes hugs me and lands a peck on my cheek, and I go, ‘Steve, you’re making it hard to concentrate.’ Of course, he’s still dense and he think’s he’s literally being a bother to me, he gets all sad and starts saying sorry, and I actually have to explain that I like it. But he’s so sweet I can’t ever get enough of him.”

You nodded.

“How about you, sugar? What’s it like being in love with an asshole?”

You furrowed your eyebrows, your mouth dropping. “Loki’s not an asshole!”

Bucky whirled around to face you. “I didn’t say a name,” he trailed off in a sing-song voice.

Your eyes widened as you realized you spilled on yourself.

You ran over to him. “Do not tell anyone about this!” You whisper-yelled.

Bucky raised a metal pinky. “Promise. But you have to tell me why you were feeding Loki like you were a couple!”

“Okay, well, that was a little too forward of me. I guess I got excited ‘cause he seemed interested. And…well, you know me when I get excited.”

Bucky laughed. “Don’t worry, sugar! I know he likes you back. I see the way he gives you the eyes.”

“The… eyes?”

Bucky leaned on his hand and fluttered his eyes, looking up at you through his lashes, grinning like some teenage girl in love.

“Okay- okay stop, I get it, don’t do that. It’s creepy.” You shielded your eyes with your hands as Bucky let out a laugh and teased you with lovey-dovey noises.

“But you gotta believe me! Loki’s head over heels. He probably realized it last night. Or that other night, when you two walked home.”

There was a moment of total silence, besides the rumbling of the dishwasher.

Bucky suddenly snapped his fingers as if he had a genius idea.

“I think-” “No, Bucky.”

“I didn’t even say anything!” He pushed himself off the counter.

“Whatever you’re about to say, don’t say it. It’ll probably be some rash way that you’ll set me up with Loki.”

“It is.”

“Oh my God, Buck!” you laughed. “I appreciate your efforts, but I don’t need your help!”

“Well, too late, sister, I got you ice skating tickets already!”

You whirled around to face him. Ice skating was a different story.

You held out your hand.

“Tickets.”

“What?” He held up his hands in mock surprise. “I thought you didn’t want my help!”

“Well, ice skating is my favorite! You know I love skating! You’re using it against me!”

Bucky laughed and pinched your cheek. “I knew it’d work! Now, go get that guy, buttercup!”

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