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Bow to Me: Quivering [Avenger!Loki x Fem.Reader]

Part of the Hostile F*cks Collection A Link to my Masterlist is HERE Summary: (16) Loki's archery lesson unlocks an ominous promise. (w/c 3.8k) Warnings: 18+ Minors DNI. Smut. Wankst. Language. "Friends" w/ benefits. Jealousy.

It was a short, hellish trip to the archery field with Loki riding the black stallion. Trees whirred past as you clung on for dear life, the medieval veil plastered to the side of your face. “Do we really need to go this fast-fuckkk Loki…” you yelled, covering your eyes before Loki’s seidr melted a thick tree branch hanging in your path. You could hear him chuckling infuriatingly beside you, enjoying every second of your torment as the force of motion whipped his wild hair. “Always!” he shouted against the wind.

He pulled you tighter against his chest. Long strands of wolf hide tickled the delicate skin beneath your eyes as you braced against him; turned away from seemingly imminent death. You winced as the string of the bow slung over his shoulders pressed into your lip, cursing the god who refused to make anything fucking easy. Mercifully, the horse began to slow. Loki’s fingers tugged the leather reigns, soothing noises from his lips making his chest vibrate. The horse slowed to a light trot. “It seems as though you will be spared my tutelage at present, Agent.” he cooed mockingly, nudging his nose against the curve of your cheekbone. You looked around, dazed as your blurred vision settled on the line of targets set up at the edge of the field. And standing in front of them – Amanda. The shareholder woman? What the fuck is she doing here? You thought, as Loki brought the ebony steed to a stop. His fingers wrapped around your waist, decamping you in an unceremonious slide down the flank. You landed with a shaky thud, vaguely aware of the god swinging a leg over and gracefully dismounting with a devilish smile. “My Lady.” he purred, sinking to one knee as she approached. She extended a hand with a giggle, draped sleeves of a medieval gown similar to yours accentuating the flourish. You grimaced as he gently pulled it towards him, placing his lips lightly on her skin. His eyes flickered up to meet hers. You knew how hypnotic that look could be. Although granted, you’d usually experienced the view from between your legs. “I heard you were taking the archery, and well...I couldn’t resist the chance to be taught by a real life god.” she twittered, saccharine tone making you want to punch her in the face. “The early bird gets the worm and all that…” she cackled shrilly, making you wince again. Loki beamed. “Good Lady, it would be my pleasure.” he enunciated, ensuring that every syllable was loaded with the weight his innuendo commanded. “Oh my god…” you muttered scathingly under your breath, taking the opportunity to straighten out the fold of your skirts. You turned towards the horse, patting his head as Loki rose to his full height out the corner of your eye. The horse stamped twice, batting it's long lashes. “Wait by the white line over there. Take the ash bow, please.” he instructed softly to Amanda. You heard her hum thoughtfully. “The light coloured one.” Loki purred to her, before turning towards you. You could almost hear the shit-eating smirk spreading across his face. You watched Amanda sashay further into the field, the unmistakable swing of her hips making it obvious she was still nursing her infatuation with Loki. I can’t blame her, you thought; sucking in your cheeks. But still.

“How fortunate for you not to have the arduous task of breaking me in for the guests.” Loki smarmed to your side, giving the ebony steed two short claps on the neck. The position meant he loomed behind you, curls of his tousled hair falling over your temple. “Although I’m sure you were looking forward to me teaching you a thing or two. Perhaps afterwards. Amanda comes first, I’m afraid.”

Loki snapped his fingers, making a small stool appear to his side. The wood was smooth, a beautifully rich mahogany glowing in the sun like freshly melted chocolate. “You couldn’t conjur something with a back?” you huffed, making him laugh softly. Without another word, he began to stride towards the woman shuffling fifty paces away, her hand falling and re-attaching to her hip nervously as she tried to look unphased. You knew the feeling. Although you hoped you were better at hiding it.

You watched as Loki charmed the VIP through the basics of placement, loading arrows and the like. The chime of their flirtatious laughter made you wince. He was being sweet. Urgh, it made you feel ill.

She’s one of Stark’s biggest shareholders, he’s just giving her special treatment it’s not..it’s fine. Who cares, not me. You realised the force of your teeth grinding together was making your head hurt.

Amanda wasn’t a natural, that much was clear. Either that or she isn’t paying attention, you noted; as another arrow tumbled to the ground. “Oops.” you heard her giggle, as Loki descended in a low squat. His thick thighs made an inverted V, bursting against the tight leather as he gazed sluttishly up to her above the collar of that ridiculous fur jacket. Even from this distance, you could feel the heat of her desperate stare lingering on his cock through the aged material. It would be bulging at that angle, the soft weight straining against every centimetre of available space. She probably thinks he’s got a semi, but he won’t. It’s just big, you thought. Or hell, maybe he does.

What was it that irked you? Seeing the flat of his palm sinking into the curve of her waist? Fingertips creasing against the fabric gathered at her hip as he pulled her closer into position? The gravitation of his lips towards her ear, whispering praise as she pulled back the string past her cheek? The realisation that quite possibly, he had never cared at all. Just like you had wanted.

The thud of an arrow hitting the target made you jump. Amanda squealed, throwing an arm around Loki’s neck with the other holding the bow outstretched. A broad smile was plastered on his face, his eyes running to her lips and back to her eyes. You grimaced. See? It’s not a you-thing. If the bosses wouldn’t flip their shit, he’d probably be shagging her on the grass right now. The intrusive thought made a flood of nausea roll in your belly. Shit.

“Agent, you’re up.” Loki called firmly, tinged with amusement. Amanda’s display. He couldn’t have planned it better himself. The walk towards him seemed to take forever, a secretive smile from your unwitting rival as you passed her making your stomach flip. Loki stood with his arms resting on the bow, anchored on the ground. He looked so fucking smug in that ridiculously erotic jacket. Arsehole, you thought; cursing yourself.

“I don’t need your help.” you scoffed, as he handed you the bow. “Don’t you?” he replied with mock innocence, reaching behind him to produce a finely crafted arrow. The end was a feather you had never seen before, a lush deep green which seemed to shimmer in the light. You hadn’t noticed the quiver slung across his back, a thick leather strap tight against the wolf’s pelt. You sighed, taking it and slotting it into the hold. You drew the arrow back and let it fly; hoping to god you weren’t rusty.

With a pathetic tap, it pierced the wicker edge of the target board. Fuck. “Mmm.” Loki hummed smugly, fastening his hands behind his back.

“I was distracted. You’re putting too much pressure on me.” you muttered, flustered. Loki chuckled. “Too much pressure? I hardly think so, considering your occupation.” he drawled, brows slanted in expectation as he lowered his chin. “Perhaps it is my presence that is making you uneasy. Do you have an unfortunate build up of tension, Agent? As I recall, you didn’t climax on our last encounter.” “Yeah that was pretty rude, actually.” you said, lining up another shot. “I was rude?” Loki snarled incredulously. “You have a very selective memory.” There was silence as you adjusted your aim with an empty bow, squeezing one eye shut. “No, no no-” Loki huffed, pressing the hand holding the bow down. “Clearly you need a firm hand to deliver the only kind of motivation you seem to respond to.”

Loki’s tunic was suddenly flush to your back, the spikes of wolf hide poking through the satin of your dress. His large hand covered yours, gripping the bow; fingers clasping around your own. The other slid over your hip, feeling down the muscle of your forearm taut with tension. “Your aim runs high, Agent.” he smouldered. “You need to lower yourself.” Loki’s hand left your waist, and you felt your heart drop. He reached behind him to the battered leather quiver slung across his back, pulling out another arrow with unbearable slowness. You could hear the scrape of metal on dried skin as it slid from the holster. He guided the point of your bow down several inches, his sharp cheekbone snug against the back of your head. “The arrow will find its way to the target if you simply give in to the chaos, and trust me.” You exhaled sharply through gritted teeth. “I was aiming in the right-” “-Trust me, Agent” Loki repeated calmly, cutting you off. “You were not.” You pursed your lips, not wanting to give him the satisfaction of further debate. “Now...pull your arm back” he murmured, “and set your thumb against that pretty jaw.” His hand guided yours, feeling the base of your thumb slot against your cheekbone. “Harder. Nice and tight.” he murmured. You complied, reluctantly. “That’s it.” Loki praised darkly, letting his fingers graze up your bicep and up to the point of your elbow. You could feel him tense forward, the flat expanse of harsh muscle exposed at the neckline of his tunic pressing between your shoulder-blades. Loki shifted his stance, legs widening behind you. At the new angle, you could feel his cock hardening furiously against the curve of your ass; pressing tightly into the soft flesh through the leather pants. Instinctively, you pushed your rear against him; desperate to feel it. Pathetic, you thought; as your eyelids fluttered shut.

He growled, lips brushing the shallow of your cheekbone as he observed your refreshed aim; not acknowledging the pillar of furiously hard cock between you. Loki’s words were scratching, like sandpaper scraped over tarmac. “I know that you are in love with me, Agent.” he purred, “and I will have you admit it.” He sucked your earlobe between his teeth as your tensed arm began to quiver. “Come on, you got this!” Amanda cheered loudly beside the horse across the field. The horse stamped, shaking its head. You’d forgotten she was even there. Loki smirked against your cheek, the scratch of his fur lapel making the exposed skin on the nape of your neck tingle. “I will have you swallow your pride and concede that your heart belongs to me. I would hear you beg for me, on your knees – if the moment takes you.” A violent shiver rolled down your spine. “I’m bored of your games, Loki.” you murmured shakily, closing one eye as you tried to regain concentration from the groan of utter desire building in your throat. His breath was hot against your neck, crashing against your goose-fleshed skin like waves at a seawall. You began to raise the bow, but the god pushed your wrist down. “Nonsense.” he purred casually, retreating his fingers over the sliver of your exposed collarbone, brushing a strand of hair back as he went. Your shoulder-blades squeezed together. “I would have you bow to me. I would have you beg me...” he murmured, thrusting his hips gently against your ass. “for...release.” On command, you let the arrow fly. It soared through the air in a perfect, lethal line - piercing the target with a loud thwack. “Better.” Loki whispered huskily, his smirk audible. Frantic, muted claps from Amanda peppered the air. She was really laying it on thick.

Loki backed away from you as you lowered the bow. He beckoned Amanda with a wave. “I must take care of something.” he muttered. “Watch the civilian, would you?” You gaped, as he waved his hand; making the flap of a small tent to the side of the field fly open on his approach. 'I would have you beg me'. You frowned, seeing him disappear behind the garish fabric. “Just us girls then?” Amanda quipped with an air of disappointment, coming up beside you. “Just us girls, for now.” you repeated with a strained smile, loading another arrow. “He’ll be back. He always is, unfortunately.”

Loki braced a hand against the pole at the centre of the tent. Red and white striped fabric rustled, the walls billowing slightly against a gust. The colours gave a soft hue to the air as he steadied his breathing. Steadied the thump of his heart. She isn’t breaking, he thought. He slid his forearm down the pole, wolf-fur catching against the grain. With a sigh, he rested his back against it. Of all the creatures in all the realms that he could become infatuated with, by the Norns why was it one so insufferably irritating? He closed his eyes, hearing the thump of an arrow hitting the target followed by a low rumble of disapproval. Loki frowned.

You hadn’t followed his advice. But you would. Resting his head back against the hard wood, he felt the pulse of hot blood tight in his leathers. Fuck, he was so fucking hard. Always, with her. Like a dog. Or a wolf. He smirked. He ran his hands through his hair, smoothing it behind his ears as he heard the light chatter of your stilted conversation. Five minutes. They wouldn’t miss him for five minutes. She loves me, he thought. That much was obvious. And it wasn’t just her thoughts. All his senses were heightened when it came to her. He could feel the hairs stand up on the back of her neck, the rush of desire which throbbed between her legs. The twisting in her stomach as she fought against her desires. Her scent, by the gods. When he was near, every pore on that radiant skin oozed a pheromone designed to drive him to base insanity. Tentatively, he unbuckled the thick leather belt cinched around his waist; letting it fall quietly to the grass. He untied the laces at the crotch of his trousers, each grating slide of the strings seeming louder than anything else in the world. A shaky breath shuddered the air as he slid the tight leather trousers past his hipbones before squeezing a hand inside. It caught on his public hair, making him wince. Loki gripped his straining cock, letting it bounce free with a sigh of relief. Fuck. His back arched against the pole as he began to stroke, a jolt of his knees making him widen his legs. The crotch of his lowered trousers stretched ominously at the top of his thighs, leather creaking against the force of his brace. The wolf-fur sleeve brushed against his skin with every slide of his palm, reminding him of your hair as you sucked him off with your talented mouth. Fuckkk, he thought; tightening his grip. Loki’s velvet skin relented easily beneath a practised touch, the beads of pre-cum forming at his thick tip the only lubrication he wanted today. He wanted it rough. To imagine fucking you on the ground outside, skirts splayed around your hips as you groaned your filthy, undying love for him. Yes, today – he wanted to burn. Another juddering sigh snaked past his lips as his thumb slid against the ridges of his shaft. Every vein, every bulge of tissue, every tug of his foreskin setting him further alight. He gritted his teeth, chin pointed to the high centre of the tent as his fist pumped in punishing rhythm. Behind his eyelids, the memory of the crease in your forehead as his manhood inched inside you filled his mind. Gods, how he loved filling you to breaking point. With his cock. With his seed. With his raw, animalistic power reserved only for you. The moans you made, the utter sexual devastation he caused you. Loki’s thighs quivered, the pop of muscle as they strained making him growl. Quiet you fool, he chided; reluctantly slowing his strokes. He thrust in waves against his hand, each clench of his fingers on the upswing making his brow furrow deeper. His thumb rolled his thin foreskin over the wet glans in time with his hips, a low groan of pleasure building in his chest as the scent of your perfume grew stronger in his nostrils. It clung there, like the rest of you clung in his thoughts; dark and moreish overtones of violet wafting in tendrils. Loki grit his teeth, stifling a cry as he slid his fist down to the base; squeezing the hard girth. His free hand gripped a quivering thigh, digging his nails in to stifle his moans. How he wanted you. All of you. How he wanted you to want him. Truly want him.

The spasms in his legs were closer together now, electric flinches of pleasure jolting beneath taut skin. The leather around his hips hung open sluttishly, the proud rise of his cock punctuated by the messy slip of his hand with every shallow breath. Yes, yes… ”Yes…” he groaned quietly, feeling his balls tighten. A hundred memories of your hostile fucks filled his mind, overloading the space behind his eyelids in quick succession. The way you moaned his name in frustration as he edged you, the hatred and longing in every spit of derision when he was buried to the hilt inside your perfect cunt. All the ways he could deliver you from your binds of propriety and professionalism, making the very earth you called home quake beneath your feet. How he rendered you incoherent when he came undone inside your slippery pussy. How he ascended to another plane which your climax tightened around him. Slick and warm and wet and perfect. It was he who owned your heart. So why would you not relent? His frantic mind settled on the motel room, months ago. He had seen how your eyes smouldered as he appeared in his biker clothes from dalliances decades before on this ridiculous planet – he knew they would come in useful again some day. Loki sucked his bottom lip between his teeth as his pace quickened, chasing release. The way you had pulled his ragged t-shirt towards you in a violent kiss. The way your eyes widened as you saw his newly pierced cock bounce free in your grip, how you groaned like a virgin when the metal pushed past your little pretty slit to Valhalla beyond.

“Gods…” Loki growled quietly, fucking himself to oblivion; the lurid thrill of the clandestine wank heightening every sensation. Strands of hair fell across his brow from the punishment, moist with a thin sheen of sweat. The wolf fur hung splayed open at his chest, the clench of his stomach muscles tightening with every licentiously slippery pump of his hand. His knees began to buckle, feeling himself slide down the pole beneath quivering thighs. Whitened knuckles clenched around his cock, a silent scream rumbling in his chest as he barely registered your polite laugh beyond the tent. Why must she be this way, he mused somewhere inside the dark haze of lust. Why must she resist herself? Resist me? His head fell back, hair tugging painfully as strands stuck to the rough wood sliding behind his head. Loki’s knees hit the ground with a soft thump. He fell forwards, the touch of grass beneath his free palm doing nothing to dampen the feral need to fuck. The image that flashed through your wandering mind earlier of Loki mounting you from behind against an oak tree. Norns it was all he could do to restrain himself from ripping the bodice from your curves and taking you against the nearest food cart. In your head, his cheekbones were set in smouldering malice as he brought the leather belt down on your supple ass between messy thrusts. Fuck, yes; he groaned internally; jaw clenching. He would be gentle. At first. He would mould himself against your body, skirts pushed to the side as he rutted into you to the hilt; deep and firm and slow. Just the way you liked it. One hand would wield the belt, the other would hold your wrists together above your head. He would press the delicate skin to the rough bark; dirty grunts falling heavily into the foliage beneath your feet as you moaned his name.

Dirty girl. What a filthy whore she is for me. Loki’s lips parted, shallow pants peppering the close air in the tent. It was warmer now, drops of condensation forming on the roof. Such a good girl for everyone else. But such a hateful slut for her god.

The sides of his open jacket hung past his ribs as he swayed on his hands and knees, wolf fur feeling damp against the hot skin beneath. Like a dog, he thought again. A rabid hound. Loki’s fingers had never left his cock, the punishing pace making his toes curl inside his thick boots as he knelt with knees spread on the ground. What is she feeling now, I wonder; he mused while rolling a slick thumb over the aching head, pulling his foreskin forward and back with brutish force. Pearls of his seed were following in quick succession from the plump tip pointed to the ground, gathered by every swipe of his hand with a singular focus. Cum. He could hear your voice strained with the effort of being Amanda’s companion just outside. How close were you? Ten? Fifteen meters? What would you think if you saw him like this? On his hands and knees like a submissive waiting for the lash of a paddle. Mercilessly fucking himself to the thought of you, teeth bared like an animal. He tried to focus. Jolts of overwhelming pleasure rolled in his loins as he began to come undone; sinking into the veil of your currently bubbling emotions like a warm bath. My chest against her back. Biting her earlobe, she liked that. She can’t stop herself. She misses my tongue between her legs, eating her out like a feral, starving wol- Loki whimpered, biting his lip to stifle the coming storm. He was going to cum so hard. The perfect spurt to decorate the mounds of infuriatingly sensual cleavage rising from your bodice which had taunted him since he walked in on you and Thor together. Would you run a finger along the curve of your breast after he came over you with a roar, gathering him? Would you look him dead in the eye with that irritatingly smug stare while you sucked it clean, a condescending moan mocking his unquenchable desire for you? Of course she fucking would, Loki thought with a silent snarl. The god’s mouth hung open, his tongue curling as dark brows knitted together. The coil inside him was wound tight, relief unbearably close as he tried desperately not to thunder your name. Messy tendrils swung by his cheekbones, the heat of sex and desperation making his thighs tremble. There would be deep dents in the grass beneath his knees. Loki was sure of that. The arm steadied to the ground began to twitch, fingers grasping at the lush blades beneath. Muscles in his forearms strained beneath the jacket, the flinch making him wobble against the hot friction of his hand. His need for you was unbearable. Loki’s hips thrust forward with every smooth pump of his fist, edging himself closer to release. In his mind he could see you spread beneath him, hair fanned around you head with your back arched as you tried to swallow more of his girth inside your little cunt. Despite your protestations, you couldn’t get enough. You loved it. And he loved it. And he loved y- He raised his head, seeing your shadow dance on the other side of the bright fabric. Eyebrows slanted, he suddenly wondered if you would come if he called; if you would respond to a strangled cry of help bleating from his lips.

Weak; you would think him weak. And that was something Loki could not abide. And why he would not break first, not after all the times before. He lowered his head again, cheeks puffing with every pregnant shallow pant that threatened to betray his base desires. Long strands of wolf fur stuck to his wet lips. The strain was unbearable. A crushing weight of utter, feral lust charging through his very core like wildfire. He could feel hot, heavy cum beginning to build; his palm tightly curled to the traitorous column of flesh between his legs. How he craved you. And how he loathed it. ‘I hate you, Loki Laufeyson’ your husky voice echoed in his memory, as he tumbled over the edge. He knew what you had meant. He had always known. And it was driving him to the brink. How long he could hold it back, protect himself, resist you...he knew not. But this would be his final attempt, it had to be. Loki’s forehead furrowed in a silent scream of pained bliss, jaw slack as his eyelids squeezed uncomfortably tight. He could feel his throat widen; teeth bared, back arching upwards as the bicep holding his weight shook. The god’s fingers dug into the dirt beneath the grass, raking deep beneath it like butter. With three ferocious strokes, he stilled at the thick root on the fourth. Hot cum exploded over his curled fist, splattering on the fresh grass below his naval from his angry cock. He let out a dying, staggered sigh, strangled against the need for secrecy. Fuck. Oh, fuck. His neck flopped forwards as he opened his eyes. They ran down the flat of his chest, over the pockets of exposed abdominal muscle still spasming. Loki’s grip on his manhood loosened, groaning lightly as the pressure lifted. He shifted his knees on the grass, a soft hiss escaping as the tightened muscles in his thighs reset. Thick strands of cum webbed from his fingers, bowing to gravity in elegant curved strands. Instinctively he raised the coated fingers to his lips, eyes closing as he sucked the warm delicacy from his skin.

“Hey! Hey! Wait…stop!” The god's blood ran cold as he heard your frantic voice, moving in strange directions just outside the flimsy flap of cover. He was still spread on his hands and knees, leathers untied, hair mussed and cock dripping. Suddenly the curtained door shuffled, a low snort muffled against the fabric before a familiar black snout poked through the gap. The magnificent horse’s head poked inside, long face sliding through the panel and regarding him suspiciously from bottomless eyes. Loki cleared his throat, hoping he sounded casual. “I’ll be back presently. Carry on.” he called, firmly. “People are starting to arrive from the Faire...” Amanda cooed loudly in response. Loki couldn’t be bothered to reply. The steed stamped twice, snorting. There was a pause, before the thud of arrows against the target resumed. The horse looked directly at Loki, and Loki looked directly at the horse. It lowered its head and shook it back with a short huff. Silently, Loki tucked his slick, softening cock beneath the rise of his tight leathers. He settled back on his haunches, beginning to lace the ties at his groin with a sigh. “If you ever breath a word of this...” he murmured ominously, the threat abundantly clear in the calmness of his voice. “I shall not be so generous in my choice of transfiguration for my vengeance, Barton.” Loki could have sworn he saw the horse’s eyes widen as it withdrew from the sliver of space, the moist flat of its nose disappearing with a final, derisive snort. Norns, he thought, settling back on his haunches and inspecting the lapel of his furs. Ropes of white seed were already drying into the rough hairs. Predictably, he had made a mess. He always did.

To be continued in Holy Orders Part of the Hostile F*cks Collection

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bossbtch1 · 5 months

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HI! I just wanna say I lovee ur stories, but I was wondering if you could do a Loki x reader shadow play smut, with content.

I loved the other one u did... but I'm a sucker for smut 😭😌

Hey there! So, in the previous story, there's smut involved (dark story). But maybe the shadow play in the last scene isn't cutting it. No worries, here's another scenario for you! Thanks for the request, it's been a blast to write. It's weirdly amusing, I don't know why, but I hope you enjoy it! 😄

Summary : Loki sought revenge after you left him in prison, tormenting you with shadows and magic. Strangely, you found yourself caught between arousal and fear, oblivious to the fact that it was him all along.

Pairing : Loki Laufeyson x f!Reader

General tags : SMUT, 18+, Dark Fic

Trigger Warnings: Masturbating, Fingering, Dubious Consent, Magic

Words : 3.2k (shortest fic I've ever written lol)

A/N : Well, that shadow scene had us all on a chokehold, and, of course, I couldn't resist writing another one for it. Thank you @holabicth for the request once again!

The door closed behind Loki with a quiet thud. "Well, well, well. What do we have here?" Loki said, stepping towards the cell that was holding you. "A little mortal, lost in a big, bad world."

You scoffed and rolled your eyes, not bothering to move from where you were sitting, cross-legged, against the wall. "You're one to talk." You retorted, raising an eyebrow at him. "Considering you're in the exact same predicament."

"Am I now?" Loki asked, raising his own eyebrow in response. He took another step closer to your cell, looking down at you. You were still sitting there, looking up at him with an eyebrow raised. "Because it seems to me, that if I wanted to, I could easily just-" Loki paused as he suddenly appeared inside of your cell, standing in front of you. "Leave."

You rolled your eyes again. "Yeah, yeah. Big deal. You can teleport. Congrats." You muttered, moving to stand up.

Loki put his foot out and kicked your shoulder, forcing you to stay sitting on the floor. "I'm sorry, did you say something?" Loki asked, bending over slightly to look at you.

You turned your head to the side to glare up at him, and then brought your fist forward to hit him right in the groin. Loki gasped, taking a step back, and then groaned in pain, leaning forward slightly. You were surprised he didn’t see that coming or it was really him instead of some kind of projection.

"Yeah, I said you're a fucking dickhead." You snapped, using the wall to help you stand. Loki groaned in response, still doubled over in pain. You walked around him and stepped out of the cell, turning around to face him. "Have fun rotting away in there." You smirked, waving at him as the cell's walls started to close in around him.

Loki's head shot up as the walls moved closer. "No! Wait!" He shouted, but it was too late. The walls closed in on him, making him press up against the glass.

You sighed and shook your head, turning around to head for the elevator. "Y/N!" Loki shouted, his voice slightly muffled by the cell walls. "You can't leave me like this!"

"And why not?" You asked, not even bothering to turn around. You reached the elevator and stepped inside, pushing the button for the lobby.

"Because, if you leave me here, I'll die!" Loki shouted, his hands and face pressing against the glass.

"And why should that concern me?" You asked, pausing the doors from closing.

Loki groaned and banged on the glass, "You will pay for this!"

"Yeah, yeah. Whatever," you muttered, rolling your eyes. "Bye! Have fun rotting away, dickhead!" With an almost nonchalant wave, you watched as the elevator doors slowly closed, leaving him alone in the dimly lit cell.

The dull hum of the descending elevator mingled with Loki's muffled protests, creating a haunting symphony of abandonment as you left him behind.

You were heading towards the door, ready to get out of this place, when you stopped. 'Should I really just leave him here?' You thought to yourself, sighing as you turned around. 'Oh, fuck it. Might as well make the most of this.'

Years after what happened you managed to escape from that prison, you were a free woman and no one could hold you back, even though they were trying. You had your freedom, and no one could take it away. You moved to a new country, changed your identity to make you unrecognizable and it worked. No one had recognized you.

Life was good, and started your life anew, forgetting all about your past. You were finally happy, and everything was going great.

But it felt surreal, you still could feel his hands on your body. You were starting to panic, wondering what was happening, you couldn't understand it. You didn't drink tonight, and you were sure you were sober when you went to bed, so this didn't make any sense.

One night when you were sleeping, you were dreaming of making out with a guy, his face was blurry so you didn't know who it was. His hands were touching all the right places, and you were getting into the moment, his lips felt amazing against yours. But then he was kissing your neck and you realized you could feel everything, the warmth of his tongue, the roughness of his stubble, the tickle of his breath.

His hand moved lower to your collarbone and down to your breast, and you were enjoying it. The guy seemed to know what he was doing, when suddenly, he squeezed a little harder, causing you to moan in surprise. It felt so real, that you were starting to think that you weren't dreaming, and that someone was in your room, touching you.

"Do you like that, Y/N?" The guy whispered and bit your earlobe making you shiver.

That made your eyes shot open and you sat up in shock. Looking around, you saw no one there. Your room was pitch black, except for a small ray of light coming from under the door. You must have been dreaming. But it felt so real. "Did I dream it or someone is really here?" You wondered, but couldn't find anything.

You looked down and saw that you were sweating and you could see your hardened nipples poking through your tank top. You saw your tank top was ridden up just like the guy did in your dream.

You pulled your shirt back down, and laid down again. The whole time you couldn't shake the feeling that someone was touching you. It felt surreal, you still could feel his hands on your body. You were starting to panic, wondering what was happening, you couldn't understand it. You didn't drink tonight, and you were sure you were sober when you went to bed, so this didn't make any sense.

Even though, you were panicking, your mind drifted to the man in your dream. How he knew your name, and how hot he sounded. You didn't understand how a dream could be so vivid and detailed.

You were getting turned on, the feeling of his lips on yours, and the way his hands were on your body. You didn't even know who this guy was, and you were already starting to masturbate. you felt embarrassed thinking about what you were dreaming about, and how wet you were. You didn't even know what time it was, but you felt like you needed to take care of yourself before you went back to sleep.

You started to slide your hands up and down your body, the feeling of his lips and stubble still lingering on your neck. You were so wet, the only thing that could satisfy right now was your fingers.

"Mmmm..." You moaned, as you imagined his face looking down at you, while his hands were touching you.

You were close to an orgasm, and you felt like you were going crazy. The pleasure felt unreal.

"Ohhhh... fuck," You whispered as you came.

You laid there for a few minutes, trying to catch your breath. You felt exhausted, but you couldn’t go back to sleep. You felt weird and confused, wondering what the hell was wrong with you. You shrugged it off, maybe it was nothing, and just got up from the bed, ready to start the day.

You didn't realize that this was only the beginning of the things that will happen, and that everything was only getting started.

"What a fucking asshole!" You grumbled angrily, kicking a trashcan, which sent the garbage flying. It didn't help that a group of kids were watching you and laughing at your anger.

"What did the trashcan ever do to you?" One kid asked, his friends giggling in the background. You turned your glare towards them, and the kids stopped laughing. They slowly backed away and ran off, not wanting to face your wrath.

You sighed and shook your head, turning back to the sidewalk. You were supposed to be at work, but you were late and had a pretty good excuse, a.k.a. the fact that some asshole had decided to break into your house and steal your car.

"Stupid car. Stupid, fucking asshole." You muttered, continuing to walk down the street. "Stupid, stupid, stupid..." You groaned and shook your head, running your hands through your hair.

You stopped and looked at the building across the street. 'Maybe I can call someone to pick me up? Like my parents?' You thought to yourself, shaking your head and laughing. "They probably won't answer anyway. Because I’m dead to them.’ You muttered, sighing as you crossed the street, heading for the building.

At work, you were still mad about your car being stolen, and were wondering how long it would take for the police to notice and return it to you. You couldn’t focus on your job. "Y/N, get back to work!" Mr. D's stern voice cut through your thoughts, and you reluctantly tore your gaze away from the cereal box in your hands. Sighing heavily, you nodded in acknowledgment.

"Sorry, Mr. D. Won't happen again," you mumbled, mustering a forced smile.

It had been couple of days since your car got stolen and you hadn’t received any information from the police, making you taking the bus from getting and going off from work. You were always late because of the traffic and your boss wasn't happy that you were late, and even threatened to fire you if you were late again. It wasn't your fault though, but no one would listen. You were pissed off and wanted to punch someone.

Days had passed since the incident, and the absence of any information from the police gnawed at your patience. Forced to rely on buses to commute, you found yourself consistently late due to the unpredictability of traffic. Your boss, oblivious to your tardiness, had threatened to fire you if you were late again.

It wasn't your fault, you were a victim of circumstances beyond your control. The injustice of it all made your blood boil, and the temptation to vent your frustration physically lingered at the edges of your consciousness. Yet, you held back, knowing that punching someone wouldn't solve anything.

As you continued stacking cans on the shelves, the rhythm of your movements betrayed the underlying tension. Each clink of metal against metal mirrored the ticking clock, a constant reminder of the stolen moments and the stolen car that dangled over your daily existence.

Suddenly, you slammed a can onto the shelf, drawing the attention of everyone around. Some flinched, eyes turning towards you. "Sorry, sorry. Just having a rough day. No need to look at me like that." you apologized, and the customers resumed their activities.

Your daily routine had become a struggle since the loss of your car. Apologies became a routine, just like the late hours you now kept. Affording a new vehicle was out of the question. The bus stop was distant from your apartment, pushing you to discover a shortcut through a creepy alley a couple of days ago. You didn't trust the alley, but you had no choice, you a quicker route home.

So, there you were, standing outside the alley, contemplating if it was a good idea or not. It was scary and dark, and you didn't know what was in there. You gulped and stepped into the alley, deciding to just suck it up and go through. You didn't want to walk all the way to your apartment building, and this was faster.

"Fuck it" you muttered to yourself, you prepared taser gun and pepper spray, and slowly walked into the alley. You were tense, and felt your heart beat faster, but you told yourself that everything would be alright. The alley wasn't very long, so you were relieved, but that feeling quickly left when you heard a sound behind you.

Turning around, you saw only homeless people, nothing out of the ordinary. "Probably just rats or something," you thought, attempting to calm your nerves. The rest of the walk remained uneventful. As you exited the alley, you sighed in relief, continuing your journey towards the apartment building.

You walked through that alley a couple more times since that day, and nothing unusual ever happened, but today, you felt as if someone was watching you, so you decided to look behind you.

But no one was in sight, not even the homeless people. You found it a bit odd but decided to ignore it and focusing on getting home. "Probably imagining it, it's nothing." You muttered to yourself, as you kept walking faster. You clenched your taser gun tightly, ready to use it in case something did happen.

You heard footsteps approaching but when you turned around there was no one. You froze, your breath caught in your throat. You clenched your taser gun, the only weapon you had with you, and quickened your pace.

You heard it again, it sounded closer, but still far away. You slowly turned around, trying to keep calm, but you couldn't. The noise started again, this time closer, and louder. You spun around, holding the gun up and ready to fire. But no one was there.

Suddenly you were being pulled back and slammed into the wall behind you, and then you were being choked. Your eyes widened as you struggled against the grip, your hands pulling at the hand around your neck.

Your hands were suddenly being stretched apart, the gun falling out of your grip and clattering to the ground. Your legs flailed, your lungs desperate for air, but the hand stayed firm. No one was there, you didn't know what was happening. You were scared, no one was there, you didn’t know who or what attacked you.

Your vision started to fade, and everything was starting to get darker and darker. Right before everything faded away, the grip on your throat was released. You were coughing and gasping for air. You were still bound against the wall, not knowing what was going on. You looked around, and saw no one, no one except shadows on the wall.

"Who are you?" You asked, your voice hoarse from the lack of air. There was no response, and you felt like someone was there, but you didn't see anyone. "This isn't funny!" You spoke to whoever or something. You didn't believe in ghost, never did. You didn't think you were going crazy. You just assumed it was just your mind playing tricks on you, making you hallucinate.

"Show yourself!" You growled, trying to act tough. Still no response. "Fuck off. Leave me alone!" You grumbled, and kicked the wall behind you, but your legs hit nothing. Your brows furrowed, and you were confused. But you could feel something restraining you, and it was solid. You tried moving again, but the invisible force held you tightly.

As realization dawned, you discerned the silhouette of a shadow adorned with menacing horns that clung to you. "What the fuck!" you exclaimed.

"To make you mine." A deep voice spoke, echoing throughout the alley. You felt shivers down your spine, and fear creeped its way inside of you. You didn't understand what was happening. Your breathing was ragged, and you felt yourself become panicked.

Then you felt something caressing your legs as if a hand was slowly travelling up the length of them. You tried to struggle but the bounds held you tight, you were completely powerless. Your breath hitched when you felt fingers brush against the skin between your thighs and up.

Your legs were being forced open, "Ah! What are you doing!?" You shouted, not knowing what was happening as a finger slowly rubbed against your pussy.

"Stop!" You shouted, still struggling against the binds. But the thing didn't listen and was suddenly rubbed your clit, your hips involuntarily jerked at the sensation, and a small moan escaped your mouth.

"W-What is happening?" You whimpered, the fear mixed with pleasure was overwhelming. Your head fell back against the wall and a louder moan left your lips, you wanted to stop it, but you couldn't, and it felt too good.

You tried to focus on anything but the sensations, and you heard someone whisper something, but you couldn't understand what was being said. You tried to listen, but it was useless. The hand between your legs slipped into your panties and started to rub at your folds. The pleasure was too intense, and you cried out, your whole body trembling.

"Fuck." You breathed, and tried to control your breathing, but it was hard. Your whole body was shaking, and your mind was blank. You couldn't believe you were getting turned on by being assaulted by an unknown entity, but you were. "No! Stop it!" You struggled, the thing didn't stop.

You felt the shadow enter you as if a finger inserted itself into you, "Ah!" You moaned, you could feel the finger moving inside you, thrusting in and out of you. "N-no, stop."

The finger kept going in and out of you, then another joined it, making you moan and gasp. Your moans filled the empty alley, the sound of your moans echoed off the walls, but the pleasure you were feeling was great.

Then the fingers were removed, and then a hand was wrapped around your throat, squeezing lightly. You gasped and tried to pull the hand away, but the hand was unmovable. The finger kept going in and out of you, then another joined it, making you moan and gasp.

Fuck, why did a shadow could make you feel so good? The fingers kept moving in and out of you and a third joined, stretching you further. You were feeling too good, too aroused. You didn't even try to get away from it anymore. You couldn't believe you were turned on by a ghost or whatever this shadow-like creature.

"Yes! Yes! Ah!" You moaned. Your body felt hot, really hot. Your heart was racing, pounding against your chest, it was a good thing that no one could see you like this, getting fingered by a ghost.

You moaned again as the fingers thrusting in and out of you increased in speed, they were going fast. You wanted to scream, shout, moan, but you were only able to do one of them. "Yes! Ah! YES!" You screamed as your climax neared, "F-faster! Fuck me faster! Make me come!"

The fingers kept moving in and out of your dripping entrance and they increased their pace, fucking you faster and faster, your screams were louder.

"Yes! I'm cumming!" You screamed and arched your back as your orgasm hit, your juices ran down to your thighs, the fingers slowed down, letting you ride out your orgasm.

Then the fingers were gone, the sensation disappeared. The shadow finally released its grip, and you collapsed to the ground. You were left there, breathing hard, and confused. “What the fuck was that?” You talked to yourself.

While still trying to make sense of what just happened, you noticed two feet in front of you. Looking up, your eyes met Loki's. Suddenly, he seized your hair, compelling you to stand. "You!" you hissed, but he remained silent, his grip tightening.

A smirk played on his lips, and his eyes glowed with an unsettling green hue. Frustration and anger welled up within you as you attempted to retaliate, yet his hand held you firmly. "All this time, it was you, wasn't it? You were the one who assaulted me while I was sleeping, weren’t you?" you spat, your glare fixed on him.

He offered no response, only a sinister smirk, and then everything went black.

#loki laufesyon x reader #loki x reader smut #loki x reader fic #loki x y/n #loki x you #marvel fic #shadow play #loki season 2

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jay-anxiety · 2 months

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Loki x Fem! Reader

“My Hero”

Warnings and notes: probably ooc but I have an obsession with soft Loki; emotional vulnerability; possible part 2

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Loki has been in this hellish cell for far too long. Day by day he’s questioned and accused and brought to his knees by these so called “Avengers.” He doesn’t even know how long he’s been there, what day it is. And every time he lies awake during the night, a bit more hope slips from him. He is angry and exhausted and waiting for an opportunity, any opportunity to get out.

Then, he hears footsteps. Gentle, soft footsteps that he is not used to. He wonders if they have sent someone new to torment him and he squeezes his eye shut, expecting the worst.

“Hello, darling.” A voice rings out into the air, a voice he recognizes. He shoots up and his eyes blow open as he sees you.

Beautiful you. Soft layered robes hitting the floor around you, you look weightless as you smile at him. He loses his voice as he sees you, eyes begging to know if you’re real or just a trick of his own mind.

“Don’t you remember me?” You say, silky sweet voice reaching his ears as he looks at you, finally hopeful.

“I do..” he says and hopes that you won’t disappear. His voice is weak and desperate and his body almost follows suit.

You smile. “Good,” and step through the barrier that Loki has spent god knows how long trying to break like nothing. You step close to him and extend a kind hand. “Come with me?”

Loki’s breath catches in his throat and he nearly cries. He looks at your hand for only a moment before standing and grabbing it like a lifeline, ready to follow you anywhere. “Are you sure?” He says like he’s scared of the possible disappointment of getting left behind again. Tears form in his eyes.

“Of course, my love.” You reply, voice so soft and reassuring. He doesn’t know what he feels, comfort? Relief? A tear slips from his water line as he feels your comforting hand come up to stroke his cheek and wipe away his tears. A shaky breath escapes him as he feels the warmth you enter him and course through his veins.

“You promise?” He asks, almost feeling pathetic as he searches for the reassurance. His hand tightening on yours.

“I swear it.” You say and squeeze his hand, your own eyes fighting emotion as his vulnerability courses through you. “Come on, darling. Let’s go, I’m going to take you home with me.”

You grip his hand and lead him, phasing the both of you through the cell and out of the door. You put a protective barrier around you both, guards and hero’s trying and failing to stop you as you hold him close and lead him out of the building. You tug him aboard your ship be give your pilot a nod. He starts the ship and within a few seconds, you are coasting away from Earth.

His body relaxes as the ship leaves Earth. Breath still shaking, scared he may wake up and find out it’s all a dream. He looks at you. And you smile at him.

“We’ll be at my home soon, darling, I promise.” You say as you hold his face in your hands, grounding him. You lead him to your large bedroom, a full window beside your bed and a luxurious bathroom attached. Like royal quarters in space. You lead him into the bathroom and begin to run the bath, grabbing spare robes from the closet. “You need to relax, I’ll leave you to take a bath and rest. You tell me if there is anything you need and I’ll get it for you.”

He looks around and then to the bathe, watching you leave with a warm smile on both your faces. He spends a long while soaking the dirt, sweat, and stress off of himself. Once he finally gets out, he puts on the soft robes of excellent quality that you had obviously brought just for him. Different shades of green threads woven together with gold, but still soft as clouds. He spends a few moments feeling the soft fabric between his fingers with a smile.

When he finally exits the bathroom, he finds you sitting peacefully on the couch near the window, looking at the stars. When you hear his footsteps, you perk up and turn to him with a smile, standing to tug him over to look out into the vast beauty of the galaxy.

“My darling I’ve missed you so much. They will never get to you again, I swear it.” You bring your hands up to hold his face, looking at him with so much love he thinks his cold heart may as well come out of his chest. “Anything in the universe you want, you’ll have it. As long as you’re with me, all you have to do is say the word. I’d give you galaxies, my love.”

He looks back at you, your words sinking into him and making his body temperature rise. He sees the sincerity in your eyes and knows you mean your words. “Anything?” He asks, unsure of himself.

“Anything.” You say with conviction, confident in the fact that you’d tear down civilizations, burn worlds, harness stars for him.

“I want you.” He says, so quietly you barely hear him. But you do and you smile, heart full. “Just you, that’s all I need now.” He brings his hands up to your face as your hands drop to his chest as he steps so close you can feel his desperate breath fanning your face.

“You have me, for however long you want.” You say, looking at him as if he’s hung the stars as you smile, full of love.

To Loki, at that moment, you are the stars. You created the galaxies, you shaped the planets with soft, gentle hands, and you blew your stardust on moons. He stares at you, drinking you in like the finest of Asgaurdian wines.

As much as you wish to let him gaze at you that way forever, his words and his touches and his eyes have lit a burning fire in you. You grow impatient, wanting to be content in letting him do as he pleases, but needing the sweet taste of his lips on yours. Lean into him, chests breathing with one another as you gently place your lips on his.

He breaths out a sigh he doesn’t know he’s been holding as he feels your soft, delicate lips on his soft ones. He groans and becomes hyperaware of everywhere you are. In that moment, he is entirely consumed by you. He feels like his heart is soaring and his mind is drowning in you, and he is more than happy to let himself sink. His body keens to yours as he caresses your face in that desperation to succumb to you.

His desperation to feel you, to have you, is palpable as you wrap your arms around his shoulders, falling with him into the blissful feeling of each other. You can feel his hands on your face and you can feel his breath and it’s all so overwhelming in the best way it ever could be.

The two of you break away from one another, still holding each other as he presses his forehead to yours. Neither of you open your eyes, content with the feeling of mutual longing for touch.

Loki whispers, “Thank you,” as he brings strong arms to hold you around your waist, gripping you with the hold of a man who has everything to lose.

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Aaaaand I did it, my first fic. I would love any feedback or constructive criticism if anyone that sees this has any 💕💕💕💕

#loki laufeyson #loki x reader #marvel #loki laufesyon x reader #loki fic

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wheredafandomat · 1 year

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The curse of your love

Asgardian! Loki X Female Asgardian! Reader

18+ | contains smut, angst?

Being one of, if not the most powerful witch in the realm as well as a high esteemed member of the kings guards trusted to protect the realm spiritually, you were part of the covert operation to detain Loki Laufeyson who was also prince of Asgard, although you referred to him using a different moniker. This meant that you had to report back to Odin at least four times a week with your findings. You stood, head down in the throne room as Odin spoke.

“We must be on high alert if Loki really does plan on overthrowing me and ruling this realm.” He said sternly.

“If I detect any use of his power I’ll be sure to inform you.” You declared.

“Good” Odin nodded “slowly but surely he’s reeking havoc on the nines and must be stopped before he causes catastrophic damage.”

“Yes sire” You agreed “anything else?”

“No, you are dismissed.” He gestured for you to leave. You bowed curtly before making your exit and heading back towards your room in the palace. Like the monarchs themselves, you lived in the palace alongside the other royal guards all specialising in their own field of protection. On your journey back to your room, you bumped into Thor who was the older prince of Asgard and Lokis brother. He walked alongside you silently, glancing at you before he cleared his throat.

“So you haven’t heard from my brother at all?” He questioned, the query taking you by surprise.

“I haven’t.” You agreed.

“And you are sure?”

“You think me a liar Thor?” You paused, looking up at him.

“I think you are loyal, but to whom is the question.” He answered.

“Are you accusing me of something?” You asked, brows knitting as he stood in front of you, eyes running over your face.

“Not yet.”

“Well then move out of my way whilst I continue my search for your bother.”

Thors gaze narrowed as he looked you over again as if searching for a lie, a deceit in your words before his face relaxed and he smiled, standing to the side and gesturing for you to pass. Your room was just further down the hallway so once you were certain his eyes were no longer on you, you sprinted the rest of the way, pushing your door open and slamming it closed before resting your back against the wall and releasing a breath.

“You can come out now.” You called. “You’re here, I can sense it.”

A few moments later, Loki made himself visible, your eyes landing on him standing in the middle of your room. He looked rough, rougher than last time but still handsome nonetheless.

“If Odin knew you were here he’d—”

“Have me executed, I know.” Loki finished, stepping towards you, his hand finding your cheek as he stood in front of you, a smile playing on his lips. “My inamorata.”

“Loki do not.” You dismissed, slapping his hand away.

“Am I not allowed to touch you?” He questioned, his hand moving back to your cheek “am I not allowed to caress the skin of the cheek I’ve spent countless nights kissing? To ghost my hands over the body I’ve spent centuries worshipping?” He continued, hands moving to run up your arms, down your back and over your sides as you turned your head, facing away from him. “Am I not allowed to press my lips to those that have pleasured me endlessly? The lips that have screamed a multitude of I love yous all directed at me?” He finished, his finger finding your chin as he turned your head back towards him, your eyes meeting for the first time since his arrival. For a moment you saw the confliction, the torment as his crazed gaze bore into yours before he leant in, pressing his lips to yours in a passionate kiss. You sighed into the kiss, willing your body to not melt against his as he broke the kiss. “Am I not allowed to love you?” He asked, pulling you flush against him as you inhaled his familiar scent with a shaky breath.

“Your love is a curse.” You murmured against him.

“Well then consider yourself cursed, plagued with my love for you.” He answered, speaking into your ear before he kissed you again. He stepped backwards, holding your hand as he pulled you back with him before he sat at the edge of your bed. Your hands were in his as you stood, looking down at him as he looked up at you. You tried to keep your breathing even, ignoring the fact that he was eye level with your centre. “If my love is a curse then y/n, my love, you are doomed—” he chuckled, wrapping an arm around the small of your back, pulling you closer. You almost fell on top of him, steadying yourself with your hands on his shoulders. Your breath hitched as he kissed your hipbone over your dress before hiking it upwards and pressing his lips to your bare thighs. “—because I love you more than life itself.” He spoke, raising one of your legs and bringing it next to him, your knee bending as his kisses met your inner thigh.

“Not more than power, the realms, c—control.” You stuttered, contradicting him as his mouth met your cunt. He licked ardently at your clit before pausing and glancing up at you.

“Darling, I have control.” He stated, clicking his fingers before your dress disappeared leaving you completely naked. Grinning, Loki lowered himself against the bed, pulling you with him until you were straddling his face. Your thighs were either side of Lokis head as his tongue circled your clit. You rolled your hips against his face, moaning as you gripped the headboard. He wrapped his lips around your bundle of nerves, sucking gently as your moans increased.

“W-well then w-what are you trying to prove?” You managed to grit out, your peak fast approaching. Ignoring you, Lokis hands gripped your thighs firmly as he continued sucking your clit. You saw stars, head lulling backwards as you came, coating Lokis face in your arousal. He continued to tease you until the moment passed and you rolled off of him and onto the bed. Licking his lips, Loki turned to face you.

“It’s my birthright y/n, to be king.” He stated.

“And you’ll stop at nothing to fulfil this supposed birthright I assume, even if it means destroying Asgard in your wake. Hurting me?” You grimaced.

“Inamorata” Loki began, stroking your cheek “I would never hurt you.”

“I want to believe you Loki.” You replied causing Lokis jaw to clench. Didn’t you believe him? “But I dread your ambition may overthrow your rationality more than it already has.”

“I’d never hurt you.” He reaffirmed.

“But you’ll hurt this realm? Everyone that I love?”

“This place will be littered with flames that burn brighter than Nidavellir but y/n, my love, I will never hurt you.” He confirmed as a tear rolled down your cheek.

“I will stop you Loki” you sniffled “I have to stop you.”

“Then stop me.” He uttered, kissing you again before making his way above you. The kiss was messy, both of you desperate to be closer as Loki used his seidir to rid himself of his garments. You hummed contently feeling his skin against yours again, the thrum of his heartbeat. More tears fell down your cheeks knowing that this was all temporary. Loki kissed them, he kissed every tear away as he lined himself up with your entrance. “I love you.” He spoke against your lips as he pushed inside of you, more declarations of love following with every thrust. Those three words he whispered into the crook of your neck rang like poison to your ears. He made love to you, such sweet love. He held you against him as he came, coating you both in a layer of intimacy that you wished you could stay in, bask in but alas, this couldn’t last long.

Once he was spent, he began pushing hair away from your forehead as he looked into your eyes. You could feel him softening inside of you as you looked up at him.

“Now, as certain as I am that I’d never hurt you, I can’t say the same for you when it comes to me and darling, I’ve got a mission to complete.” He interrupted the quiet moment leaving you confused.

“Loki?”

“Until next time my cursed one, when Asgard will be in ruins, engulfed by flames as you take your place as my queen.” He smiled.

“L-loki?”

“Sweet dreams.” He wished, kissing your forehead before everything faded into darkness.

A/N: this was one of them ones I’m literally writing as my eyes fall asleep because I neeeed to get it out 🤣 goodnight my sexy aliens 💚💚

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brnesblogposts · 2 months

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love lost.

pairing: loki x gn reader

warnings: angst

(repost from my old blog because i’m moving to this account !!)

reposts appreciated :)

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Loki watched as his friends turned into nothing before his eyes, the fear behind theirs would stay with him forever. Mobius, OB, B-15, Sylvie, Casey.. all turned into what can only be described as spaghetti. Then just as he thought it couldn’t get any worse. You. He turned around to see you were still standing there, eyes wide with fear at what you’d just witnessed, Loki rushed to your side tears in his eyes and hands cupping your face as if to check you were really still with them.

“Loki..” the words got stuck in your throat as shock overtook your body and Loki pulled you into a hug, rocking you back and forth in a soothing manner.

“How are you still here?” Loki was confused as she had just seen all of her friends vanish but you remained. The last two people in the universe it would seem. “I’m so glad you’re still here” Loki shakily said while kissing the top of your head.

“What do we do??” You were panicked “Are you gonna leave me too? I don’t wanna be alone Loki” crying again you clutched onto him as if that would stop him from disappearing. Losing Loki would be like your heart stopping, there is nothing worse you could think of than losing him.

“I’ll never leave you, my darling. As long as you don’t leave me either” He’s stroking the back of your head now “We will figure this out, together.” Loki stands back and puts his hands on your shoulders to look at your face as if he wanted to remember every last detail, just in case.

You did the same, neither of you looking away from each other for a few minutes.

You felt funny all of a sudden.

“Darling?” Loki’s voice was distant yet you could see him right in front of you.

You felt your body disappearing from beneath you, looking down your legs were the spaghetti you had just seen your friends turn into, oh no. Your eyes looked back up right into Loki’s he was still clutching your shoulders as if doing so would keep you with him, as if him not letting go would keep you from being taken from him.

“No, no.” He whispered under their breath as you started to disappear. They didn’t want to be alone again, they didn’t know how to live without you. You were Loki’s lifeline you were their heart and soul and the core of their very being.

“Loki..” Your soul staring into the gods eyes until you were no more, Loki’s hands simply clutching the air where your shoulders had been.

She fell to her knees. Head down in defeat, sobs racking out of their body.

“No” He cried.

He looked around him, nothing, nobody. He was the only one who remained and he didn’t know how to live or breathe without you.

— time skip—

Loki would spend years and years trying to find a way to get them all back, to get you back. He would eventually drive himself to insanity and hallucinate your presence often finding himself talking to you only to realise you weren’t there, nobody was. He was all alone in the universe as if he was being punished for all that he did when he was on Earth and Asgard, for the tormenting of his brother, the death of his mother, the battle of 2012 and everything else. Maybe he deserved to be alone, maybe the universe was punishing him indefinitely.

Loki hadn’t moved, hadn’t been taken anywhere. He remained where he’d last seen his friends, some part of him hoping they’d come back, that some day he’d wake up and find you next to him. They talk about hell being a firey place if torture but Loki was in hell already, hell was life without you, hell was knowing there was probably something he could do to get his family back but not having the ability to, without OB’s brains and everyone else’s assets.

Destined to a life of loneliness. The only company being a small photo of you that had faded over the millennia, your smile barely visible but Loki found himself looking at it constantly and smiling and crying, begging whatever did this to him that he was sorry and that he just wanted you back.

He’d lost everything when he lost you.

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A/N: Requests from three anons! This Imagine is smutty… optionally! There will be a hyphen to indicate it. So if you’d like some fluffy Loki only, you can stop reading there! If you want some smutty action, keep reading! Enjoy, everyone! ♥

Words: 2564 Warnings: pure fluff, (optionally) smut, anxiety, period sex

You knew when you woke up that morning that this day was going to suck. Cramps tormented you from the moment you opened your eyes. When you hurried to Loki’s washing chambers—ignoring how your vision went black for a moment from jumping up so fast—you reached the toilet just in time to avoid further damage.

A small trickle of red already ran down your inner thighs, making you sigh. You cursed.

Loki was already up and about, of course, you appreciated how he let you sleep in when he had to act on his kingly duties. Right now, however, you were even gladder you were alone so you could sulk and pity yourself in peace. Stupid period, stupid cramps, stupid uterus!

If there was one thing you had not thought about upon moving to Asgard with Loki, it was the fact that you were a menstruating individual. And now that meant that you hadn’t thought of bringing pads and tampons with you.

Cursing once more, you cleaned yourself up and got dressed, using a small hand towel to prevent any damage to your underwear until the maid arrived to clean Loki’s chambers—surely, she had a solution for you. Until then, you would have to find the man in question to help you relieve your pain. He had done it before. Loki knew a spell that could ease your pain as if it was nothing.

Heading outside, the hallways were quiet for a while, leaving you alone with your footsteps echoing through the palace. You knew the way by now and even though it could feel rather lonely at times to release Loki to do his job and be… well, king, you were happy to have agreed to life in a different realm, with him. If only, however, that would stop those nagging thoughts you harboured in the back of your mind and that you never quite managed to switch off. Mean little voices in your head making you question why Loki would choose you over all those beautiful Asgardian women you had met since your arrival. You were nowhere near as powerful, nowhere near as beautiful as them, no? You certainly had no special, otherworldly skills and you were not immortal. With Loki’s reputation as a Trickster and Deceiver, you hated yourself for sometimes asking yourself if he truly loved you as he claimed… or if you were but a funny joke to him.

The fact that you were on your period right now didn’t exactly help with that sentiment and made you all the more emotional towards your current situation.

It wasn’t until you moved around the corner only a few more turns away from the throne room that you suddenly heard a couple of female voices. A group of women, presumably chatting sitting on one of the broad window sills near the ground. Your heart dropped the closer you got and picked up on what they were saying.

“He hasn’t even gotten engaged to her yet anyway. I say she’s hardly queen material. I bet she’s just a plaything for him. I mean, please… a human queen for Asgard? She’ll be dead before our kids hit puberty. What could she possibly contribute to the Aesir community? To this entire realm?”

That stung. More than you would have liked to admit. If you knew a different way to the throne room, you would have turned on your heels now. But you didn’t. You had to get past these gossiping witches.

“Have you seen her?” They continued as you approached them. “She doesn’t fit Asgardian garments at all. She isn’t even exceptionally pretty. I just don’t understand why he would prefer her over me.” What? Who was this woman? Your heart skipped a beat, the woman in question finally in sight—and of course, she was stunning. They all froze when they spotted you, except for her. She only raised an eyebrow at you.

“Can I help you?” She asked. There was no need to answer, really. Perhaps it was your period that made you snap.

“Yes. I’d appreciate it if you stopped talking about me behind my back so poorly. At least make sure I don’t know of it, that’s the whole point. And don’t think for one second that Loki won’t hear of this,” you threatened, hurrying away before she could respond to you—or catch a glimpse of the tears in your eyes.

But it was a lie. You wouldn’t tell Loki of this. What could he possibly do about it? Or worse… he might realise that they’re right about you… that you’re just a silly little mortal not worthy of his time and affection.

Swallowing thickly, you sneaked into the throne room, the sound of Loki’s smooth voice instantly calming your nerves. He was talking to a farmer, discussing crops and prices you knew nothing about. As soon as he caught sight of you, however, his entire demeanour changed, yet he remained composed.

“Are you quite content with this temporary solution?” He asked the farmer.

“More than happy, my king. Thank you,” he responded. He bowed and then left the throne room. Once he was out the door, Loki turned to you, waving you towards him with a smile. It was hard to reciprocate it with those stupid cramps.

“Leave us for a moment,” he told the guards who nodded mutely and then left the room as well. You approached him, allowing him to drag you onto his lap so you were straddling him.

“Good morning, pet…” he mused, stealing a kiss.

“Morning…”

“Did you sleep well?”

“Hmm…”

“What’s wrong?” Butterflies awakened in your belly when he brushed a streak of your hair behind your ear. Of course, Loki would notice instantly that you were not feeling well.

“I was wondering if you could do that spell again? Like you did when I had a headache?”

“Are you in pain? Where?”

“Period cramps,” you murmured.

Loki raised his eyebrows. “I see…” Without questioning you any further, he put his palm against your lower stomach. Your entire body tingled when he enchanted you, willing the pain away. You let out a sigh of relief, leaning your forehead against his.

“Thank you…”

The tears in your eyes still did not want to disappear. So you closed them, hoping that Loki would not notice. But of course, the God of Mischief was incredibly perceptive. He frowned at you.

“Is everything alright? Did something happen?”

You quickly shook your head. “No. I mean… no, nothing happened, not really. I guess I’m just overly anxious and emotional today, is all.”

Loki took a deep breath. “We can talk about it in my chambers later. Wait for me there and rest. I will ask the maid to bring you something to eat in the meantime. No need to head to the dining room for breakfast.”

You nodded, too tired of your feelings to protest—not that you wanted to. Obeying your Asgardian boyfriend, you gave him one last passionate kiss and then returned to his chambers. You asked the maid for some… products for your circumstances and she returned with reusable underwear that unlike period underwear from Earth would absorb both the blood and the smell to the point you could wear them for a few days straight.

With the pain gone, some snacks, and some of Loki’s books, you crawled back into bed once the maid was gone and passed the time by reading more about the realm you had moved to. Normally, Loki retired when the sun began to set.

Needless to say, you were hence surprised when shortly after noon, you heard him enter his chambers to find you in the bedroom area.

“Tell me what happened.” It was the first thing he said when he entered his chambers, concern spread on his face. He had returned a lot earlier than usual today. Part of you beamed that it was because he had been thinking about you, the other was still drowning in feelings you did not want. Stupid, stupid period!

“N-nothing happened,” you lied. Fuck this. You could already feel the tears burning in your eyes as you spoke. Loki sat down on the bed, joining you. His armour vanished to give way for more comfortable clothing. You shivered when he spoke your name.

“Oh, nothing. I overheard a group of Asgardian girls gossiping about me this morning. One of them even said you’d be better off choosing her over me.”

Loki sighed. “Hmm… was she blonde? Green eyes?”

“Y-yeah?”

“That was Amora. We used to be… romantically engaged… but that was a very long time ago. She is an Enchantress, I only still keep her around the palace because of her skills. What did she say?”

He spoke about her with such indifference in his voice that it gave you hope. You still didn’t want to tell him. So why were the words spilling from your mouth regardless?

“Did she insult you?”

“Not directly but… Loki, what if they’re right?”

“About what?”

“I’m just a mortal. I’m not special. I don’t have any special powers and I can’t even help you with all that king business that keeps you so occupied. See, when Thor found Jane, she became a second Thor and I’m not even…” You swallowed thickly, noticing now how the tears ran over your hot cheeks. “I’m not even as beautiful as your ex-girlfriend. As any of them. Why on Earth would you choose me over any of them?” You choked out, the last couple of syllables swallowed by an attack of sobs.

For a brief moment, it almost seemed like Loki didn’t know what to do with you. Then, however, he did what helped you the most. He wrapped you in his arms and held you until you had calmed down again.

“Why would you think such a thing? If anything…” He paused. “If anything I should be worried if you should be with me after all I’ve done to your planet. And still, you chose to trust me. You are right. You are not as beautiful as them,” he said, pulling you close to him. “You are more beautiful.”

He smirked at you then—mischievously. “And it seems I’ll have to prove it to you,” he purred. You laughed when he tickled your sides, scaring away the last of your tears.

“Loki, I’m… still on my period, you know.”

The God of Mischief frowned. “Are you still in pain?”

“No but… I mean… I’m bleeding out of my vagina, that’s usually where your cock goes.”

You almost chuckled when he tilted his head. “You make it sound like that is going to stop me from ravishing you. Hmm, I know exactly what to do with you to make you feel better…” He promised.

Gasping, you looked at him for a second. “I mean… I guess I don’t mind the blood if you don’t. But we should, um… put a towel or something over the sheets so we don’t soil them?”

That was a new one. You had never had sex on your period before but then again… there was nothing to be worried about, no? You were not in pain and technically, you couldn’t see the blood until he pulled out again to get you both cleaned up, right? Besides, Loki was a skilled sorcerer. He could make that blood vanish from your sight as soon as you were done with your fun.

“Tell me, my love… would you like it sweet and slow or rough and hard?” He whispered into your ear, making you shiver. Fuck, when he talked to you like that…

“Be gentle with me today,” you responded quietly, playing along.

“Hmm… with pleasure, pet.” He pushed you back on the bed, spreading your legs so he could move between them. He was quick to get rid of your green dress and your underwear, lifting your naked behind to stuff the towel you had been using earlier underneath it.

You had to admit, the thought of him seeing any blood down there did make you feel a little self-conscious. It was so easy for a woman to not feel clean during that time of the month. Loki, however, paid little attention to whatever state he found you in.

There was greed sparkling in his blue eyes when he licked his lips, his expression darkening. He hovered above you like a predator about to devour its prey, demanding a passionate kiss and as your tongues fought a battle neither of you was willing to lose, Loki got his own clothes out of the way.

A moan escaped your lips as soon as you felt his bare skin against yours, his muscles dancing as he moved even closer, releasing your lips to let you catch your breath. His mouth was all over your neck by the time you felt his hardening member pressing against your entrance. You were unsure whether you were wet from his kinky promises already or because of your menstruation but you didn’t want to think about it.

You wrapped your arms around him when he slowly guided himself inside you, claiming you inch by inch until he was deeply sheathed inside of you. His quiet grunts sent lightning bolts of pleasure through you, the sensation of him filling you stealing your breath away every single time.

Loki’s gaze was so incredibly loving and affectionate that you feared you would melt on the bed. Taking his time, he retreated and then plunged himself back inside of you, falling into a steady rhythm. He fucked you passionately but gently, as you had asked, all the while his hands went on a quest to explore your revealed skin, fondling your breasts, stroking your cheek, or merely holding hands with you.

Loki knew your body better than you did by now. He knew exactly what turned you on, how to get you there fast. Soon, his fingers were playing with your clit relentlessly, his slow and passionate thrusts never ceasing.

You whimpered, hovering on that cloud of pleasure shortly before the fall.

“Come for me, pet…” You heard Loki whisper against your lips, luring you closer to the edge. Moaning his name when you came, you pulsed around his length, pleasure coursing through you and filling every single one of your cells. And just like that, your remaining discomfort from your period was all but forgotten for the moment.

Loki leaned his forehead against yours, giving you enough time to ride out your orgasm before he continued stroking, hungry for his own release now. You urged him on by digging your nails into his back, planting kisses on his bare shoulders.

Eventually, Loki came with an animalistic growl, his blue eyes closed and his thin lips parted. You could feel him spilling his seed inside of you, coating your walls. Once he had stilled and collapsed on top of you, you sighed, hugging him like a teddy bear.

You could feel him soften inside of you, yet when he attempted to move to take his weight off of you, you held him even tighter.

“No… stay,” you murmured, eliciting a chuckle from him.

“Are you feeling better now, my love?”

You nodded weakly. “Much better. I love you, Loki.”

Your name rolled off his lips like a song. “And I love you.”

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Thrown - Chapter 31: A Failing Strategy

Summary: Loki tries a new tactic in an effort to curb his feelings.

Word Count: 2,435

Author's Note: Getting a bit angstier for a minute here.

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He had dreamt about you again last night.

It was becoming a frustration. It's been weeks since his... epiphany regarding how he felt about you. He had expected it to at least begin waning by now, but if anything it was getting worse. You occupied nearly his every thought. Any free moment that he wasn't strictly engaged in a task --and even occasionally when he was-- his mind wandered to you. He would think about your laugh, imagine how you would feel in his arms, in his more salacious moments he might fantasize about the sounds you would make as he pleased you. He would reprimand himself after, these sorts of daydreams were certainly not going to help matters. Still, his thoughts inevitably drifted back to your scent or your smile or your shape.

The dreams were troublesome. At first it felt like a reprieve from his usual nocturnal torture. Dreaming of you was better than dreaming of his abusers or his past sins or his losses. Now he realized it was just another sort of torment. However delightful the dreams may be, when he woke he was overcome with a deeper sense of loneliness than he could bear. He would lie his bed in the cold light of morning and ache for your presence. It was a burden. Moreover, depending on the content of the dream, he would have trouble meeting your eyes later.

The problem was that he was spending too much time with you, he decided during breakfast. It was natural that he couldn't shake these feelings from his system, he was feeding into them nearly every day. He needed to limit his contact, just temporarily. Only long enough so he could cut back these traitorous growths, then he could resume his friendship with you unencumbered by the weight and tangle of this infatuation.

He and Thor had errands to attend to in the mortal town. This ran a significant risk of an encounter with you, but Loki was prepared. On their walk to town you were occupied, they could see you at work in the window of your studio. Loki tamped down the desire to join you there, sitting in that chair and watching you work. He and Thor continued on and went about their business without any particular incident. Loki may have been slightly distracted throughout but managed to keep up with the conversation well enough to avoid suspicion. On their way back home, however, you were outside in your field, and Loki steeled himself for what was to come.

"Boys!" You waved with a friendly smile as they came to a stop by your wall. "Did you happen to see Goat on your way here?" Thor looked confused. "No. Should we have? Is he missing?" You shrugged. "Not really. He wanders off sometimes. He always comes back. Working today?" "Our work is complete, for the most part. We were on our way home." Thor reached across the wall to pet Ash. You smirked. "I thought that might be the case. I'm beginning to get suspicious, your walks home always seem to coincide with meal times. Are you timing your errands to get dinner out of me?" "I don't see why we would go to so much trouble for something so freely given." Loki replied with his own smirk. He needed to be careful, he was being drawn in. You shrugged in surrender. "I can't really argue with that. I have a stew on, you're welcome to it." "My lady, I can think of no better way to end our day." Thor was already moving to open the gate. Loki hung back. "I'm afraid I must decline. I'm going to retire for the evening. Feeling a bit run down." Disappointment flashed across your face and his resolve nearly wavered. You replaced your smile and patted Thor's arm. "That's fine. More for us." Thor watched Loki with a wary eye as he followed you away. "Indeed. It is his loss." "I'm certain it is." Loki turned and began down the road. "I hope you feel better!" You called after him. He simply waved in response.

You and Thor disappeared into your cottage. Loki continued on to New Asgard. The walk home felt especially quiet.

Loki was reading when Thor returned home. Thor stood in the doorway to the living room, holding a plastic bowl with a sealed lid. "She sends this with her well wishes." Of course you sent him dinner. "That is very kind of her." Thor set the bowl on the end table beside Loki. "That sort of kindness is not something to spurn." "I agree completely." Loki turned a page. Thor watched him closely, trying to appraise his intentions. "It did not seem to me that you were in particular need of rest today." "I simply wasn't prepared for the social engagement." "So it was a lie." "Lies often serve a benevolent purpose, brother." Loki looked up at him. "I did not wish to injure her feelings or cause her doubt." Thor crossed his arms, making it clear that he disapproved, but left the room without anything more to say. Loki looked at the bowl on the table and felt undeserving.

Over the next few days Loki managed to avoid meeting you. He tended to the tasks that called for him in New Asgard, and always had something else to work on when something was needed in the human town. During his evening walks with Thor he discreetly guided their path, something he would typically never do, ensuring that if they left New Asgard they would wander the hills nearby rather than the road that might lead to your home. He managed to convince himself that it was working, that this sense of emptiness he felt was his heart finally letting go of this surplus attachment.

But now it was Saturday morning. Loki sat with his tea at the kitchen table. He stared down into the cup and wondered how you were faring. Had you made it to the market on time, without him there to help you pack? Were you managing without another set of hands to mind the stall? Had you made an extra sandwich, anticipating he would be there? The emptiness had become overwhelmingly present and he was beginning to suspect it was not the sign of mending he had previously assumed.

Thor came down the stairs and visibly startled when he saw Loki at the table. "What are you doing here?" "I may be mistaken, but I believe I live here." Loki stated flatly, still staring at his cup. "Yes." Thor rolled his yes. "But it's the weekend. A market day." "You may be surprised to learn I am not actually employed by the potter." He took a sip, still avoiding Thor's gaze. "Loki." There was a long pause, and Loki finally met his brother's eyes. There was a crease in his brow, his face a mix of frustration and concern. "I won't tell you how to conduct yourself here. I won't pretend to understand your machinations. All I will say is that you should tend to this carefully, whatever it is that you're doing." "Duly noted." Loki stood with his tea and returned to his room upstairs.

The day was spent in anguish. He tried to occupy himself with any number of diversions; reading, eating, walking, he even resorted to turning on the television, nothing broke the hold you had on his mind. He fought the urge to walk to the market, his instinct telling him that if he could just see you then he wouldn't have to think about you. He told himself that this would pass, and that this struggle proved these measures were necessary. Eventually the day was over, and he fell into a fitful sleep.

Sunday was no better. He waited until he heard Thor leave the house before exiting his bedroom, hoping to avoid another reprimand. He wondered if you had expected him this morning, after his absence yesterday. He wondered how you felt about it. Perhaps it was a relief for you, he thought to himself, he had been occupying a lot of your time. Besides, you had gone to the market alone for years, you didn't need him. He tried to frame it as some sort of kindness for your benefit. It didn't stop the intrusive thoughts about your wit or the shine of your eyes or how it felt when your hand brushed his, but it helped him bear it. The day whiled away slowly, and when he finally returned to bed he found he was exhausted by the effort of distraction.

He was aware that he was dreaming. He was in your cottage. More specifically, he was in your bedroom. It was rendered in considerable detail, he thought, for a room he typically only saw in passing. You were sitting on your bed, hugging your legs to your chest, head resting on your knees. You looked despondent. "Darling, what's wrong?" He stepped quickly to sit beside you. You looked up at him but didn't move. "I'm sorry." His brow furrowed. "For what?" You shook your head and closed your eyes. "I'm sorry." He reached for your hands, wrapping them in his. "There's no need." You squeezed his hand.

Loki awoke. That had certainly been different. He stared at his ceiling, trying to decipher what this was. The ache was worse. The empty feeling had progressed into an encompassing hollowness. He hadn't felt this when you were away during Jul. It wasn't just that he hadn't seen you, he realized, it was that he was keeping himself from you. He was the cause of it. It was his fault. It was necessary, he reminded himself as he turned over and tried to find sleep again.

The day's work was confined to New Asgard, and Loki was grateful that he didn't need to create any excuses. He was home by the late afternoon, however, and once again had to find a diversion. He was attempting to read when Thor again appeared in the doorway with his arms crossed over his chest.

Loki looked up. "Is there something I can help you with?" Thor frowned. "I ran into our friend just now, she was taking Ash to the beach for a walk. I invited her here for dinner." "Oh?" Loki's spirit rose. If Thor invited you here, well, that's something that couldn't be helped. "She declined." Loki's heart sank again. "Oh." "I wonder why she might do that." Thor was scowling now. Loki shrugged. "The inner workings of a human's mind-" "I imagine it's because you've been avoiding her." Loki set his jaw and looked back down at his book. "You told me recently you didn't want to injure her feelings. They have been injured." That cut right through him. He winced. "That... that was not my intention." Thor stared for a moment, then dropped his arms. "You know, brother, I don't believe I have the energy for our walk today. I suggest you go on your own." As he left the room he called over his shoulder. "Perhaps to the beach?"

When Loki found you on the beach you were sitting on a log that had washed ashore, watching the waves. Just laying eyes on you felt like a relief. He wondered why he had bothered with this foolishness. Ash trotted up to meet him as he approached and followed Loki back to where you sat. You glanced up at him and offered a half-smile. You looked tired. The relief he felt was replaced by guilt.

"May I join you?" You nodded to the space next to you. Loki took a seat and looked out at the water. "Has Goat returned?" "Not yet. But he will." Your eyes were focused on a swell in the distance.

A tense silence stretched between the two of you. That twisted his heart. Usually the silences you shared were a comfortable quiet. This isn't how things should be. This was his fault. He hadn't expected you to be affected this way, but he had been careless.

Eventually he found his nerve. "I owe you an explanation." "Was it something I did?" He balked. "No. No, of course not." You sighed and dropped your head. "That's all I really need to know."

Was that relief? Had his absence been hanging over you? He wondered what you could possibly have thought you'd done. His heart twisted again and shame kept him from saying anything else for some time. He eyed the scarf around your neck. Did you still wear the pendant he gave you? He wouldn't fault you if you didn't, after this trial he'd put you through.

He forced his gaze to the water again. "I thought you didn't care for the sea." You breathed a laugh. "I like it just fine from here. I'll even put my feet in. I just think it's arrogant to walk around on top of it." He tipped a wry smile. "It does seem arrogant, when phrased that way."

Another silence. This one felt much better. The two of you listened to the water pulling at the shore. The steady rhythm was reassuring.

"Will you join us for dinner?" He turned to you now. "I can't make any promises about the quality, but Thor has assured me it will be edible." You cringed. "I can't." You sounded regretful. "I already turned Thor down." Loki waved your concern away. "Not an issue. He's quite used to me currying favor where he can't." You smirked a little but were clearly still torn. "Please." He willed every ounce of sincerity into his voice. "He will consider me a failure if I return home without you. As will I." When your smile broke there was something in it that made it clear he had won. "I guess we can't have your ego damaged." He laughed softly. "Certainly not."

The two of you stood, and when he offered his arm you took it without hesitation. A small voice in the back of his mind told him he'd just undone any progress he might have made. He quickly shut it out. Perhaps he would be caught in this tangle for longer than he anticipated. He could endure it, so long as it wasn't hurting you. That was his new priority.

He led you to his home, with Ash padding along behind. Inside, Thor greeted you with a wide smile while Loki took your coat.

You removed your scarf and Loki's eyes lingered on your necklace.

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Talking About a Mouse

Genre: Fluff

Word count: 981

Pairing: Tom Hiddleston x female reader

Warnings: N/A

Authors Note: I have no idea what prompted this, I just woke up with this idea.

Tagging: @holdmytesseract

You take your seat, eagerly waiting for the interview to start. Your production manager, Ethan, has scored you a ticket to a talk show where the interviewee was your childhood best friend, Tom. You hadn’t seen each other in years; he was filming for the new Marvel movie while you were filming your tv show UnEarthing the Past. Ethan got you a ticket as a surprise, and congratulations on a successful first season. You were giddy with anticipation.

“Please help me welcome the one, the only Tom Hiddleston!”

The crowd cheered as Tom walked on stage, waving at everyone in the audience before sitting on the couch across from the interviewer as the clapping slowly died. Logically, you knew he couldn’t see you with all those lights shining in his face - you've been on talk shows before, you know what it’s like - but it doesn’t stop the disappointment from stirring in your chest. Would he even want to see you? Sure, he called you while you were filming, and it made it into the season finale, but that was something different - you've changed since you last saw each other. Would he even want to remain friends?

The first 30 minutes of the interview go well; questions about his role as Loki, if he has any celebrity crushes and all the other typical invasive talk show questions. You were zoning out until one specific question caught your attention.

“There has been some buzz online about you being in the Discovery Channel show UnEarthing the Past. Do you know anything about that?”

Tom chuckles, and your hearts swell, hearing his laugh again in person. “Ah, Mouse, she said it wouldn’t stay in the final cut! Mouse hosts that show; she and I go back to when we were children. She’s my best friend, and I called her to see if she could go to the screening with me, but she mentioned she was busy filming and couldn’t talk. That’s all it is.”

You laughed along with the audience, a faint blush on your cheeks. You tried to keep it out of the final cut, but Ethan thought it would boost viewers to name-drop one of Hollywood's hottest celebrities. You wanted more than anything to attend the screening, but you were in Guatemala researching the Mayan Empire.

The interviewer waits until most of the laughter quieted before asking the next question, one you just knew would be either about you, your show or your friendship with Tom. “Have you watched an episode of her show?”

Tom nods without missing a beat. “I have seen every single one; I even got the cast hooked on it; Sebastian and I watch recordings whenever we aren’t needed on set. I have RDJ dying to meet her. My fiance loves it, too, Zawe hasn’t met Mouse yet, but she wants to so badly. I just haven’t had a chance to get Mouse back to LA; she’s always off on some adventure.”

The audience erupts in “oohs” and “awes.” while your face turns bright red. You wanted to make your presence known, but you weren’t sure how. To your knowledge, this show had a section where audience members could ask questions to the interviewee; you chose to wait until that time to let him know you were there.

“How do you two stay in contact after all these years and having such a busy schedule?”

Tom laughs again, leaning back on the couch. “It’s a shame Mouse isn’t here to answer these. We text each each each other as often as we can, and it’s usually updates on her show or sneak peeks into mine. She loves my Loki costume, so I’ll send her pictures when I get the chance, but she is also obsessed with Sebastian Stan, so just to torment her, I’ll send her a picture of Seb and me together.”

You laugh, but as soon as the next question leaves the interviewer's lips, you start worrying about how appropriate your friendship with Tom really was. “What does Zawe think about your friendship?”

“Zawe doesn’t care. She knows the deep love and respect I have for Mouse. Mouse encouraged me to get into acting in the first place; she encouraged me to pursue Zawe. I do not appreciate you implying I’m cheating on my fiance simply because I am friends with another woman.”

After a brief moment of awkward silence, the interviewer changes the subject, asking Tom questions about Marvel or Zawe, anything other than you and your friendship. It gave you plenty of time to think up your question for Tom.

After another 30 minutes of questions, the moment you have been waiting for finally arrives. The crew member in the audience hands you a microphone so you can ask your question. “How did your friend get the nickname Mouse?”

Tom’s eyebrows furrow slightly, and his nose wrinkle, indicating he is contemplating something. Did he recognize your voice?

“She was always so quiet and reserved, just like a mouse,” Tom responded, shielding his eyes from the light to see if he could get a better look at whoever asked the question. You laugh into the mic before the lights dim, and Tom sees your face. “You call me Mouse because when we were kids, we would always play cat and mouse; however, because you’re older, you always got to be the cat.”

Tom’s lips pull back into his signature smile before he jumps off the stage and runs up the aisle to you, pulling you into the tightest hug you’ve ever had to date. It felt good to hug him again, given that the last hug you ever got from him was when you graduated from archaeology school several years ago. He finally releases you, adjusting his suit jacket before pulling you into his side.

“I would like you all to meet my childhood best friend, Mouse!”

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anonymousfiction211 · 1 year

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I’d love a filthy Dom!Loki story where Reader is hogtied on her knees with nipple clamps and a gag and Loki is behind her edging her with a vibrator, using his other hand to play with the clamps, lightly choke her, and otherwise torment her. And he says to her with a smirk, “If you want to come, all you have to do is ask.” Knowing full well that she can’t with the gag in her mouth. Then after a while of edging, Loki takes out the gag and stuffs her mouth full of his cock and makes her work for the privilege of getting to come 🥵🥵

Then some sweet fluffy aftercare after their session of course 🖤💚

A/N: Hope you like it :). Likes, reblogs and comments are always appreciated ❤️

Warnings: sex (18+), use of magic, restraints, clamps, vibrator

Don't forget to ask You absolutely hated him in this moment. But everything he was doing to you felt too good. You wanted more and more but felt like you couldn’t take it anymore at the same time. That was what he was doing to you. He was driving you mad. And the worse part was, you felt like he didn’t even have to try that hard to get you in this position. He knew your body expertly by now, and he knew that you craved the submission.

You had needed it today. Work was too stressful, you came home ranting on and on about it. Loki was patiently listening, letting you finish, not interjecting. What you hadn’t noticed is that he had guided you to the bed. He had you already half-naked before you realize what was about to happen.

‘You done talking?’ he asked when you stopped saying a thing. Already shivering with excitement.

You nodded meekly in response. ‘Good’ he said.

With a flick of his wrist, you were completely naked. He held out a gag and you instinctively opened your mouth. It was quite a big gag, you weren’t able to communicate through it. Little did you know that that was exactly what he intended.

‘Safe gesture?’ he asked.

You snapped your fingers, and he kissed your cheek. ‘Good girl’ he whispered in your ear. ‘On all fours’

‘Tonight, we are going to do something a little different’ he said.

You gargled a little through the gag, wondering what he meant. But all he did was chuckle at the sweet sounds you made.

‘I can’t answer a question I can’t hear’ he teased.

You sighed against the gag and put your head down. You jumped a little when you felt his hands massaging your shoulders. ‘Just relax’ he soothed you. ‘I’m going to take care of my sweet girl’

The way he was massaging your shoulders felt so good, you started to moan a little with the pressure. One of his hands snaked around your waist, towards your breasts. He started to play with your nipples, making them hard.

‘I love those little whimpers of yours’ he said. But then you felt the familiar feeling of the clamps at your nipples. You moaned loudly through the gag. The nipple clamps were connected by a silver string. Loki tugged on the chain, making your upper body lay down on the bed and your ass up.

‘Hands to your ankles’ he commanded.

You tried to question him through the gag, but no coherent words left your lips. Loki tugged a little harder on the chain, making you cry out.

‘Don’t make me repeat myself, or you are in for a very long night’ he growled.

You put your hands next to your ankles. The familiar warmth of his magic engulfed your wrists and ankles. Silk ropes caressed your skin, and before you knew it you were completely immobilized.

‘Safe gesture?’ he asked again. You snapped your fingers again.

He patted your butt ‘Good girl’.

‘Now, I know you had a very though day. And you are in desperate need of some release. I can see you dripping through your folds’ he smirked, while he started to toy with your clit, emphasizing his point. ‘And you know me, I’m practically the God of Mercy himself’.

At that point you knew you were in trouble. You knew that Loki was many things, but merciful in the bedroom wasn’t one of them.

The sudden vibration on your clit made you jump forwards a little. Loki was still holding the string of the nipple clamps, making you moan loudly. You tried to party your legs as widely was possible. You were getting lost in the vibration. Drool was starting to form around the gag and leaking on the sheets.

‘You look beautiful tonight’ Loki pressed his hips against you, you could clearly feel his rock-hard erection. You were moaning as loud as you could right now. You were almost there. The familiar feeling in your stomach, almost falling over the edge. But then, he pulled away.

‘Oh, what’s wrong, kitten?’ Loki teasingly asked.

His hands were playing with your nipples. You tried to wiggle you ass a little but couldn’t move much. You whined through the gag, but it didn’t make any sense.

‘If you want to come, all you have to do is ask’ he said.

He edged you a couple more times. Your nipples were sensitive, sometimes he would cut off your breathing by chocking lightly. But every time, when you were almost there, he stopped. You had lost all track of time, and lost count of how many orgasms you missed.

Loki suddenly stopped completely. The vibrator feels to the ground, and he got in front of you. He pulled your hair, making you look up. You didn’t know when, but he was already completely naked. His cock was starting to leak some precum. He unfastened the gag, giving you some time to get used to the feeling.

‘How’s your jaw?’ he asked.

‘Good’ you answered. ‘Can I please come? Please!’ you desperately asked.

‘You can, but you have to earn it first’ you wanted to ask what he meant, but his cock was already in your mouth. You tried to suck him as good as you could. Moaning around him, while he used you for his own pleasure. He started to grunt, you knew after teasing you for that long he wouldn’t last long. He was moaning your name loudly, a sound that turned you on even more. With a few more thrust he came undone in your mouth, and you swallowed everything he had to offer.

With a flick of the wrists the restraints and the clamps disappeared. You collapsed on the bed, completely exhausted. Loki swooped you up in his arm and laid you with your back against his chest. His fingers quickly made their way down to your sensitive clit.

‘Loki, I can’t’ you sighed.

‘Darling, you have given me so much. You can, you will, no games, I promise’ and you knew he meant what he said. The moment his fingers rolled over you clit, you started to buck your hips for friction. Moaning loudly and being completely lost in your pleasure. Loki expertly worked you and had you coming in no time. He slowly worked you through it. Letting you come down from your high.

‘Are you with me?’ he asked after you didn’t say a word.

‘Hmm’ you hummed.

‘Feeling a little better?’ he asked.

‘Yeah, sorry for ranting’

‘Love, you can tell me anything. I’m always here for you, if you still want to talk, we can. I just thought this is what you needed more in the moment’ he told you.

You turned around in his arms and kissed him. ‘It was thanks’

‘Good, because I’m not done’ he got up and scooped you in his arms.

‘Hey’ you yelped, making him laugh.

He sat you down in the bathroom. ‘You, take a shower. After that come to the living room’ he said.

‘What have you planned, mischief?’ you asked.

‘You have to find out, kitten’ he winked. ‘Now shower, or I’m going to shower with you, and I don’t think you can handle that’ he smirked.

It made you blush, and you knew better then to argue. Loki left you to it, enjoying the warm shower. When you got out, he had left you his sweats and a green oversized t-shirt. You put it on and went to the living room.

‘Right on time’ Loki smiled, with take out of your favourite restaurant in his hand. He had put some pillows and a blanket on the couch. He sat down, dividing the takeout. You sat down next to him, he immediately pulled you towards him.

‘How did you do all this?’ you asked.

He just smiled and put on the movie the two of you still wanted to watch. ‘Darling, I could tell from your text that things weren’t going great for you today. I know what you need’ he smirked.

‘Thanks Loki’

‘Anything for you, love’

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samdeancass · 11 months

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The Worst Agony One Could Feel

Pairing: Loki Laufeyson x fem!reader

Genre: Angst, Fluff

Characters: Loki, Y/N

Description: Loki has to send Y/N back to Earth for her safety, and he may never see her again.

Loki walked down the corridors of the palace, trying to keep his emotions in check. He didn’t want to do this, knowing that he may never see you again, but he knew that he had to in order to keep you safe. There was a massive army coming for Asgard and he knew that he had to get you away.

He stopped at your door, hand raised to knock, and he breathed deeply to try and compose himself. As of you knew he was there, you opened the door with a beaming smile. “There’s my prince.” A soft smile pulled at Loki’s lips as he walked into the room but that smile was soon replaced with tears threatening to spill from his eyes. That may be the last time he will ever get to see you smile and it killed him inside. He would do anything to be able to go with you but it was his duty to stay and fight for Asgard, a fight that he knew he may not be able to walk away from.

He turned around and sat on the edge of your shared bed, hands clasped together and a sad expression on his face. Your demeanor completely changed at that point, you immediately knew that something was wrong. Loki always greeted you with open arms and a kiss to the top of your head, actions that you always adored. You sat at his knees and brought his face to meet yours, holding his hands in yours.

“What’s the matter? I know something’s wrong.” Loki brought his eyes to meet yours, sadness and guilt swarming his orbs. “Y/N, there’s a massive threat coming to Asgard, bigger than anything we’ve ever faced before and I’m afraid-” You kissed his hands gently, a warm smile on your face. “We’re going to be absolutely fine, especially with you fighting for us. You’re the strongest person we have, as well as Thor. They’re going to regret coming to Asgard and trying to mess with us.”

Loki chuckled at your enthusiasm and belief in him but shook his head. “I’m sorry, my love. It’s not going to be like the other times. The enemy is much stronger this time around, they’ll do anything to break us, to torment us, and they have the means to end Asgard for good, along with everyone who lives here.” Your eyes widened as the realization of the situation hit you. Loki pulled you up to sit beside him, keeping your hands in his lap.

He took a deep breath before continuing. “I want to send you back to Earth, to live with the Avengers, to keep you as safe as possible. I can’t have you here, not when it means you could get really hurt, or worse. That’s something that I can’t bare to think about.” Tears threatened to fall down your cheeks as you shook your head. “What about you?! What makes you think that I would leave Asgard without you, especially if I may never get to see you again?! I wouldn’t be able to live without you! I can’t, I won’t do it!”

Loki brought you into his chest as you sobbed, clinging to his armor as he kissed the top of your head, silently sobbing along with you. “I need you to go, my love, so I know that you’re out of harms way. I couldn’t live with myself if something happened to you, not when there was something I could have done to protect you more. Please, Y/N, I need you to do this, for me.”

He clasped your face in his hands, his thumbs stroking away the tears that were falling down your cheeks. Your hands covered his, stroking the tops of his fingers and giving a silent nod. “Thank you, my love, thank you.” Pressing a kiss to your forehead he moved up the bed and brought you along with him, both of you laying there for a number of hours.

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A blaring alarm startled you both from the comfortable silence you had created, jumping up from the bed. “It’s time, my darling. I need to get you out of here.” Loki took your hand and you both ran through the corridors of the palace towards the bi-frost as hundreds of soldiers ran the other way towards the oncoming threat.

As you ran across the bridge, you seen the hundreds of ships coming in from the distance and a twinge of terror ran through you. As soon as you arrived at the bi-frost, you stopped dead in your tracks and turned to face Loki. “What if I never see you again? What am I supposed to do without you?” Loki wrapped his arms tight around you, taking in the scent of your hair for one last time. “You’re going to be alright, my love, you’re going to be surrounded by people who love you and who will help you through it. I want you to be able to live your life without me, find someone else, get married and have children. That’s what I want for you, Y/N. I want you to be happy and safe on Earth, away from all this danger, away from all of this. I love you so much, my darling Y/N, please never forget that.”

You both were crying again, clinging to one another and not wanting to let go. “I will never forget you, Loki. You are the most amazing person in the world to me. You are brave, resilient and strong. You have made me feel so special and loved, like I’m the only person in the world. I love you so so much, Loki Laufeyson, so much that no words could actually describe it. I will never forget about you, my prince.”

Heimdall opened the bi-frost portal and you knew then that it was definitely time to go. “I’ll see you in another life, my love, please stay safe.” You nodded your head, still crying, and slowly took steps towards the portal, not wanting to let go. You glanced back to steal a quick look one last time before stepping through the portal.

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You landed in the Avengers tower, completely distraught. Your life had fallen apart in mere hours and there was nothing you could do about it. You felt so helpless, so empty. Tony and the rest of the team rushed to your aid straight away and tried their best to comfort you but nothing they did could fill the empty hole that had engulfed your heart. Your one true love was gone and you didn’t know whether you’d ever be able to come back from it.

A few days passed since your arrival and you still hadn’t emerged from the room you had holed up in. Everyone was becoming seriously worried about you, they didn’t know how to help you, none of them had ever dealt with anything like this before.

A week had passed before you emerged from your room, a mere shell of the person you once were. You shuffled around the tower and ended up in the kitchen, looking for something to eat. You hadn’t realized how hungry you actually were before looking at the contents of the refrigerator. Your mouth watered at the different meats and vegetables that littered the shelves. As you were about to grab something, footsteps emerged from the left corridor.

“Hello, my love.”

You slammed the door closed and let out a cry before running into Loki’s awaiting arms, wrapping your arms and legs around him. He tightened his grip around you, tucking his head into the crook of your neck. You looked down at him, tears in your eyes. “Is it really you?” He nodded, a small smile on his face. “H-how? How did you-” He placed you on the ground gently and took your hand, guiding you towards the sitting area before both of you taking a seat.

“There were lives lost, a lot of them, but we’ll be alright. We’re going to have to build Asgard up again but we won. They won’t be a threat to us again, I can assure you. You were the first person I thought of when the last enemy was beaten. I wanted to come to you straight away but I was fatally injured and I needed to heal. It killed me not being able to come to you straight away, especially because I knew what you would be going through.”

Your fingers danced over the delicate features of his face, tracing over the scars that littered his face. Loki stopped you, threading his fingers through yours. “I’m alright, I promise.” You nodded before crawling into his lap and curling up, resting your head on his shoulder.

“Never leave me again, Loki. I can’t go through this again, it’s too much. I’d rather die with you than live without you. Please, promise me.” He nodded, placing a kiss to the top of your head. “I promise.”

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lokisprettygirl · 2 years

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Get Help (Loki x Female Reader) (Angst, Fluff)

Summary : Getting help is not weakness, it's a sign of strength you hold within even after the worst adversities.

Warning: Mention of past abuse, trauma, hopelessness, torture, suicide attempt, it's heavy

Note : The title may seem funny but this fic is not, I had a dream and just wanted to put it out quickly.

Loki was tormented, since the moment you met him you knew he was holding in thousands years worth of pain, trauma and bottled up feelings inside. As much as you wanted to help him heal, you knew you'd never be able to. But your mama always said that love was strong enough to move mountains, it may not heal but it could compel a tortured soul to see beyond the hopelessness and ask for help. Loki was full of pride, what did he need the help with? He didn't think a silly mortal with a degree could unclutter his mind, so he never listened to you, he never got help.

You turned on the bed, towards his side and you were met with a familiar sight of him shaking and mumbling, the sweat beads on his forehead shined under the moonlight, you perched yourself on your elbow to scoot closer to him, you have been here a countless times since you both met and you knew you'll be here time and again,

"Babyyy hey baby" you cooed softly to gently wake him up.

"No no no it hurts, stop it hurts, it hurts" he mumbled so you wrapped your arms around him and used the sleeves of your nightgown to wipe off the sweats before you planted a soft kiss on his forehead,

"Baby baby come back, it's not real, just a nightmare..wake up baby, come back to me, I'm right here..I'm right here" you whispered softly but the shaking got even worse, you got on your knees and tried to shake his shoulders to wake him up and that's when he got startled with you hovering on him and pushed you off the bed in the waking rage, you hurt your elbow but you didn't care about it, you were worried about him.

"Lokii baby it's me.. it's just me..look at me hey look at me please" your eyes were teary and your voice trembled, he sat up on the bed and looked at you, shocked and terrified of what he had done to you. He pushed you, he hurt you, he promised to never hurt you but he did.

You crawled up on the bed slowly and he was so lost, you could always tell, he'd blame himself but you didn't want that, you never wanted that. You just wanted him to get help.

"Hey baby it's okay baby I'm right here, just a nightmare, you're okay" you cupped his cheeks and climbed on his lap to hug him tightly, that's when he wrapped his arms around your waist and broke down. His sniffles pained your heart but there was nothing you could have done more than be there for him, he needed you, you loved him and you knew you are the only person he opened his heart for again, he let you in, he trusted you and he sure as hell loved you more than he has ever loved anyone before, more than he thought he was capable of giving.

"I'm sorry princess I'm so sorry I'm sorry I'm so sorry" he kept mumbling and you couldn't keep your tears at bay as you heard his broken little voice,

"Noo no noo it's okay it's okay, not your fault I promise I promise ..I love you baby I love you" you kissed him tenderly and then you pressed several kisses on his forehead, you kept wiping his tears and when he finally calmed down a little you laid him down on the bed and caressed his head to soothe him.

He had hurt you accidentally but knowing him for as long as you did you knew very well that he'll blame himself for it.

"I love you princess please don't ever leave me ..I won't survive I won't survive darling" he mumbled softly as he felt terrified of the outcome. Why would you even want him when he was so difficult to be with?

"Not leaving, never doing that, happy birthday baby..it's your birthday today.. happy birthday" you kissed him softly as he dozed off again, you were his home, his everything, his hope to move forward and forget the past. Oh how badly he wanted to forget the past but he couldn't, he could never, it always came back to haunt him, to taunt him if things he could have had, what he could have been.

"I'm here for the complimentary delicacies as well" You heard a deep velvety voice so you looked behind at the tallest, handsomest, hottest man you have ever laid your eyes on, you were at an open house held by one of your friend.

"Ummm I don't think you could call a mini chicken sandwich a Delicacy?" You giggled and his eyes softened. The moment he saw you munching on the savory treat from across the room, he found you really adorable and he just felt a magnetic pull towards you, that didn't happen to him often or ever so he knew he had to talk to you.

He walked towards you and took a bite of the sandwich you were holding, you were taken aback by the confidence he had.

"Definitely not a delicacy" you chuckled as he said that. He was so handsome, you couldn't take your eyes off him but you also felt something you have never felt before around a man, you felt safe and protected by his mere presence. You felt comfort.

"Loki" he raised his hand forward to shake yours and you smiled.

"Y/n"

He asked you out on a date and there was no looking back. It truly fit, he felt okay for once in his life, a semblance of normalcy but the more things got serious between you two, the more scared he felt. He was troubled, he had a horrific past, he was abused in every possible way a person can be abused and his mind never allowed him to heal,

"Just go y/n, we are done, this is over" he spoke so callously you had to ask him to say it again because you didn't want to believe that he was done.

"No we are not lo, we aren't done, you can't be just done with me whenever you want" you raised your voice and he flinched, you knew a few things about his past but he didn't tell you everything, as you saw his shaken form you walked towards him and wrapped your arms around him tightly to let him know that he was safe around you.

"Just talk to me lo, okay? talk to me, because I'm not leaving you and I don't want you to give up on us"

"I am not normal y/n .I have been..i have lived for so long and I have been through so much and I'm going to hurt you someday. I'll become too much, too hard to love and I will hurt you, you are better off without me" he said those words but he gripped onto you like he never wanted you to leave him ever and that's when you promised yourself that you'd never have him be alone again.

You loved him with all your heart and you hoped that someday it would be enough to compel him to get help. That's all you wanted for him. That's what he deserved after everything this cruel world has put him through.

Next day you had planned a small get-together. There were people and cake that you baked yourself but he was distracted throughout the evening and you knew he was thinking about the last night. You found him in your shared bedroom so you went to get him back, it was his birthday and it was time for the cake

"Babyy?" He was staring out the window, looking at the stars, wishing that he wasn't haunted by the ghosts of his past when he heard your sweet voice. That always brought him back, well momentarily it did, but then he remembered what he had done to you last night and it shoved him deeper into the negativity. He felt your arms around his torso as you hugged him from behind.

"It's time for the cake" you mumbled softly as you pressed a kiss on his shoulder.

"How's your hand? Does it hurt?" His voice cracked so you turned him around.

"No it doesn't, I'm okay baby, I'm okay" his eyes teared up as he cupped your cheeks,

"Why do you tolerate me? I am fucked up, I'm so fucked up and you are an angel.." your eyes welled up as you knew how badly the incident had affected him, he never would hurt you in his right mind, it was just an accident.

"You're my husband lo, the love of my life and if I get a chance to go back and meet you at that open house, I'll do it all over again. Nothing would change that, let me help you lo, just once, for me , please see the doctor that I.." he cut you off before you could finish, he always did.

"A doctor can't help me, my mind is stronger than that, do you think a mere inferior mortal can get in there and tweak it? Fix me? It's impossible, it's a child's wish" he wiped his tears and went back to the party. You just wanted him to try once, because you didn't want to lose him. You just wanted him to get help.

A child's wish. As he saw the cake, it reminded him of all birthday parties you had taken him to over the years, a child always made a wish and so did he that night.

He wished for his life to be normal, he wished to not be adopted, he wished that he was the deserving king of Asgard and Odin loved him, he wished that he never fell off the bifrost, he wished that Sigyn never betrayed him for Thor, he wished for his brother to be his brother again, he wished that Thanos never got him and he wished that he was never tortured, he wished for the pain to end and his mind to be free, he wished for everything that he wanted to fix from his past, but he forgot you. He forgot that you were in his past too.

He looked at you, across the room and you mouthed a silent I love you to him as you smiled, that rendered his heart. He could see the hurt in your eyes and he hated himself for hurting you like that.

He didn't even remember sleeping again but when he woke up he was back in Asgard, he was shocked and confused, he was terrified because it felt like a waking nightmare.

He looked at his clothes and he knew he was in Asgard, he ran out of his room and everyone who saw him bowed down to him,

"King Loki" he heard his mother's voice and his eyes teared up,

"Mama?"

She gave him a look to warn him to not address her like that in public,

"Happy birthday my king, you're still not prepared? Your father is waiting for you at the hall, go on now, get ready and see us all soon" she caressed his cheek and he wanted to bawl his eyes out at the soft touch.

"Did you say Odin was waiting for me?" She glared at him as he said that.

"Now now, I understand that you're the King but that's no way to address your father, you know he is always the most excited of all to spend his darling son's birthday right?"

He couldn't believe it, Odin excited to see him? What was happening?

He went back to his chamber and he saw Sigyn in front of the mirror, she smiled as she ran towards him and kissed him, but he pushed her away and stepped back,

"Do not do that, I am married, I have a wife at home" he told her. Home, he missed home, he missed you. Where were you?

"You know your wit is what attracted me to you, very funny, come on now, get ready and we will go together, father is waiting for us"

His eyes widened as she said that, he saw the ring on her finger so he looked down at his hand and there was a band on his ring finger marked with sigyn's name. Your name was replaced by her. His eyes teared up as he thought he knew pain, but he didn't, not until that very moment.

He didn't remember getting ready at all, the next time he looked around, his arms were linked with Sigyn's as she escorted him to the venue. It was his birthday afterall.

He saw the crowd roaring as soon as he entered, then Odin and Thor walked towards him and bowed down for their king. And then he got something he never thought he would, a loving warm hug from Odin. That's how his life would have been like if he wasn't..him. He wished for this life and he had it now, his mind felt free too, there was no pain, no trauma holding him back, his life was perfect, then why did he still have a gaping hole in his heart? He knew why, he didn't have you.

He stormed out of the room to go see Heimdall as he felt overwhelmed by the development, all his wishes came true but he didn't have you anymore, he was scared, so scared of losing you, he was scared that he'll never get back to you, that he'd be lost out here forever and never find home again. He asked heimdall of your whereabouts and his heart got completely broken as heimdall showed him your life on Midgard. The open house, you met someone else because he wasn't there, he was here. He was here and he never met you, you never fell in love with him, you never loved him,

He didn't exist for you, his princess didn't know of his existence.

"Nooo no noo take me back take me take me back to her please take me home" he cried furiously as he collapsed on his knees,

"This is your home King Loki, you wished for it remember?" Heimdall smiled at him and he shook his head. He can't lose you, he won't survive.

"No, I'm wishing again I want to go back to Midgard, I want to go back to my wife please, y/n ..take me back" he cried and cried then he saw everyone around him, Odin, Thor, Frigga, Sigyn they all laughed at him. They all wanted him to stay so his perfect self could be loved by them.

"Nooo y/n..princess please please get back to me..I. am lost..get back to me". He cried and cried, he can't do this without you. He wanted nothing but you now

"Baby wake up okay, you're having a nightmare, get back to me baby get back to me I'm here" he heard your voice and closed his eyes, squeezing them tightly and when he opened them he saw you hovering over him, back in his bed, back where he belonged. He sat up taking you along with him, he looked at his clothes, same as what he wore at the birthday party you had for him. He looked at the wedding band and it had your name on it, he had you in his arms. He was home.

"Sshhhh it's okay it's okay I'm here" he clutched onto you tightly as he heard your voice. You wrapped your arms around his neck and pressed several soft kisses on his neck, his nightmares were getting worse and it hurt you to see him like this. He cupped your cheeks and kissed you passionately, he wanted to feel you all around him, he thought he knew pain but what he just saw was worse than any pain he had ever known.

His life was perfect in that dream but it held no meaning. Sure they all loved him when he was normal as per their standards but he didn't have this, he didn't have someone loving him through this selflessly, loving him unconditionally when he was being difficult and when he was at his worst. Cherishing him when he felt so deeply unlovable, that's when you held his hand and loved him through every nightmare, every break down, the nights you held him in your arms and calmed him down, you were there for him, not them.

"Love me princess please love me please" he mumbled softly and you knew what he needed so you took his shirt off instantly and laid him down on the bed again, as he felt your warmth wrapped around him, he felt at home. He was home.

"Ohhh lo I love you baby..fuck you feel so good" you leaned down to kiss him and his hands wrapped around your neck as he pulled you closer, your hips moved in a slow sensuous rhythm, you just wanted him to feel okay. You loved him more than anything this universe had to offer and you'd continue to love him for eternity.

"I love you princess, I'm sorry I'm sorry we had an argument, you do so much for me and i.."

"Nooo shhhh shhh just let me love you baby..please don't say that" as he came inside you collapsed onto his side and he snuggled you into him, his lips trailed all over your neck as he couldn't stop touching you.

Losing you today had made him realize that he was hurting you by not allowing himself to heal, he realized that the past was horrible but his future won't be. He wanted to move on finally, he wanted to get help and he knew no matter what happens he'll always have your love in his heart and that was enough for him to keep going. He wasn't perfect and he never will be but you didn't care, you loved him with all his imperfections, he knew he'll be okay.

"Princess I'll get help" your eyes teared up as he said that.

It was a start, a new beginning. He was allowing himself to let go of the hurt and that was enough.

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