#surely he realizes how many people have a crush on Loki right

[simplyholl]

A Christmas Wish [Loki x F. Reader]

Summary: A drunken confession at a Christmas party leads to delightful consequences. 

Pairing: President Loki x F. Reader

Warnings: Smut. Minors DNI. 18+ ONLY. Dub Con. Choking. Rough Sex.

W/C: 1.2K

Part of The Winter Warmers Collection

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The overplayed Christmas music filled the large room in the White House. I examine my handiwork, mistletoe hung in every doorway, far too many overdecorated trees, and lights I carefully placed along the walls. It had taken me all week to get it perfect. My boss, President Loki had demanded it be the best holiday party the White House had ever seen.

As his personal assistant, I never handled any important matters. My job mostly consisted of scheduling his appointments, getting his meals, coffee, and anything he deemed too insignificant to bother anyone else with. In other words, I’m his lackey. I would have quit long ago, but I couldn’t stand to be away from him. He is the most attractive man I have ever seen, almost otherworldly. He is endlessly charming. He wouldn’t be so successful, if he wasn’t. There’s also a dark side to him that he hides from the public. He can be arrogant, bossy, and mean. I have seen him fire people for walking in the room in a way he deemed unbecoming of his brand. But he had always been kind to me.

I know, it’s such a cliché to have a crush on your boss. But he has that effect on women. Every woman in our office is under his spell. It’s like the Bachelor every day, the way they fight for his attention. Even the older ladies dote on him, making sure he eats and baking him sweets.

 “Y/N, this is wonderful. Exactly what I imagined for the party. Everyone I have spoken to loves the decorations. You have outdone yourself. Make sure you enjoy yourself tonight. You deserve a break.” Loki pats me on the back. His attention is taken off me when a leggy brunette walks by. “If you’ll excuse me, Y/N, I must see to my guests.”

I find my friends, Emma, Hannah, and Meg. They work on Loki’s campaign team. They have been working overtime, since he is up for re-election. They are taking shots; their laughter rings out above the music. “Y/N, you need to get started, you’re a few shots behind.” They hand me a glass; Meg fills it to the top. I press it to my lips; the alcohol burns my throat on the way down. I repeat the process four more times. Loki did tell me to enjoy myself and I’m having a blast with my girls.

“President Hottie was looking extra fine tonight.” Hannah slurs. “Y/N, I don’t know how you are with him every day, and still haven’t tried to sleep with him.” Emma interjects. “It’s not that I don’t want to, he’s just not into me. He’s had plenty of opportunities when we are alone, but he has never made a move.” “Ugh! Can we change the subject? I’ve had enough of his royal highness to last a lifetime.” Meg whines. “What do you all want for Christmas this year?”

Emma thinks about it for a moment, “I told my husband I wanted a new tablet for work.” “I’m hoping for a new handbag.” Hannah says. “What about you, Y/N?” “I don’t think there is anything I want this year.” Meg looks shocked. “There’s nothing you want? Come on, if you could have anything in the world, what would be your Christmas wish?” The effects of the alcohol have taken over. I’m just as surprised as the girls when I say, “All I want for Christmas is for Loki to rip this dress off me.” They giggle and squeal with delight at my answer. The fun stops when a large hand appears on my shoulder.

“Y/N, I require your presence for a moment.” My soul leaves my body when I realize my boss just heard my inappropriate comment about him. I am absolutely getting fired. I’m right behind him, my head hung in shame. He leads me away from the party into his office. I wait for him to shut the door before profusely apologizing.

“Sir, I am so sorry. I don’t usually drink this much, and the girls – “ “Kneel.” He interrupts me with his command. “What?” “Don’t make me tell you again, pet.” I notice his erection straining against his pants as I sink in front of him. “Do you wish to please me, pet?” I nod my head yes. “Of course, you do. Always so good for me, exceeding my expectations. You look so pretty on your knees for me. I want your mouth, sweet girl.”

I unbutton his pants freeing him. I reach for his length, pumping gently while taking him in my mouth. He is way bigger than I’m used to. I gag as he thrusts too deep. I flick my tongue tracing the veins along his glorious manhood. I relax my throat taking all of him. I hollow my cheeks sucking as he pulls my hair, guiding me. He moans my name as I slurp his tip, my hand working the rest of him. He thrusts harder hitting the back of my throat causing me to choke. He doesn’t stop. I hold onto his strong thighs for support. His thrusts become sloppy letting me know he’s close. His grip on my hair tightens. He slams roughly into my throat. He places one finger under my chin lifting my head. I look up meeting his gaze. “Swallow.” He commands as the warm liquid slides down my throat. He helps me off the floor.

I notice he is still hard. His hungry eyes trail over my body. He takes a step forward; strong hands grip my dress. It feels like he barely tugs on the material, but it comes apart in his hands as slides it down my body. He strips me of my underwear. “I have fulfilled your Christmas wish. Now you can grant mine.” He reaches between my thighs, swiping a long finger down my center. “So wet for me. I haven’t touched you yet. Choking on your President’s cock has ruined you already.”

He picks me up, slamming my body against the cool wall. He sucks bruises against my neck. I squirm in his arms, moaning his name.  I tangle my hands in his raven curls. I grab the band of his head piece. I try to remove it so I can see his face better. He clutches my wrist stopping me. “The horns stay on.” He growls. He forcefully thrusts into me. I cry out, placing one hand on his muscled arm, the other holds the right horn of his head piece.

He holds me against the wall his expert fingers circle my clit. “You take me so well. So good for me.” My legs shake as he pounds into me. “Loki I’m gonna come. I…” “Come for me. Let your president have all of you. Let me claim you.” I come undone with his words.

He grasps my hips using me as his human sex doll, fucking me relentlessly. My body slams against the wall with every thrust. He wraps his porcelain hand around my neck squeezing tightly. His moans are music to my ears. He comes apart panting against my neck. He places me back on my feet. He removes his suit jacket tossing it to me as I collect my underwear from the floor. “You can leave out the back.” He adjusts himself zipping his pants and straightening his clothes. He opens the door taking one last look at my disheveled appearance. “Merry Christmas, Y/N.”

Tags

@lokisgoodgirl @sarahscribbles​ @fictive-sl0th​

#loki laufeyson #president loki #loki x yn #loki smut #loki x yn smut #loki x reader smut #a Christmas wish

[themculibrary]

College/University Roommates Masterlist

a home for two (ao3) - watsonmj (divineauthor) mj/peter T, 3k

Summary: MJ can’t count how many times Peter has shown up in her dorm.

Peter and MJ become unintentional roommates. They’re also incredibly in love with each other.

A Little Larceny (ao3) - checkmate bucky/tony T, 5k

Summary: Bucky has a bit of a thing for his roommate, but Tony is far too busy setting him up on blind dates with other people to notice.

California king (ao3) - withered bucky/tony T, 1k

Summary: Bucky should be used to Tony ending up in his bed.

cross your heart (ao3) - softnslow mj/peter, ned/betty T, 6k

Summary: God, he's so pretty.

His eyes dart from the textbook to his journal, and his head is lowered so a brown curl droops down from his forehead. His dorky T-shirt is hiked up slightly so it reveals- his stupid perfect six-pack, damn. 

The soft glow of the lamp outlines his sharp, perfect jawline to his pretty boy features.

MJ looks back down, biting the inside of her cheek.

She's crushing so hard on Peter. A nerd. A dork. A really hot, cute, awkward, pretty guy. 

--

or, a sweet roommates au featuring babysitting morgan stark, snowball fights, and study sessions.

Death and the PhD (ao3) - buckybarnesdeservestobehappy (hutchabelle) steve/bucky T, 3k

Summary: PhD student Bucky Barnes loves his research on Thanatos, the Greek god of non-violent death. So wrapped up in his studies that he doesn’t realize someone’s stalking him and his roommate Steve who’s come to mean more to Bucky than only someone who resides in his apartment, he’s forced to find the courage to resist when he comes face-to-face with his stalker.

Education is the key (ao3) - SrebrnaFH G, 1k

Summary: Steve Rogers is rescued from the ice earlier than in the MCU timeline and Army decides he needs to complete his education.

Howard Stark suggests MIT. Guess who is going to be Steve's roommate... Or roommates.

for all of the perfect things that i doubt (ao3) - spoondrifts loki/mobius, valkryie/ravonna T, 6k

Summary: Mobius M. Mobius, age twenty-three, philosophy major, isn't sure what to make of his new roommate. Especially considering that it's three months into the semester and he hasn't even seen the guy yet.

Home (ao3) - Pandagirl86 tony/bruce T, 4k

Summary: It's been a long time since Tony's felt at home.

In This Together (ao3) - i_buchanan bruce/tony E, 62k

Summary: Bruce was pretty sure that he was going to be the youngest person at MIT. He didn't realize that honor actually went to his roommate, the already-infamous Tony Stark. Granted, the child prodigy turns out to be nothing like he expects, for better or worse, and Bruce figures that they just have to make it work. Besides, it should only be for one semester, right?

Or, the fic where they live together, move out together, and eventually get together.

Let Me Love You (ao3) - inclinedtoarson mj/peter M, 3k

Summary: Peter is Michelle's best friend, and Michelle is his. He is always there for her on her worst days, and now that they're roommates she's spent a lot of nights confiding the deepest parts of herself with him. There's no one she trusts more in the world, no one who knows her better. So when her boyfriend just up and leaves, MJ is glad Peter is there to tell her she's beautiful and valuable and that he's there for her. He'll always be there.

Marvel Collegiate University (ao3) - Ultra bucky/natasha, pepper/tony, steve/peggy T, 48k

Summary: What if all the Avengers were ordinary human beings who just attended college together?

Oh where do we begin (ao3) - steveandbucky steve/buckt M, 24k

Summary: Halfway through his third year of college, Steve Rogers rents out the spare room in his apartment to make living close to campus more affordable. At first sight his new roommate, Bucky Barnes, seems to be the stuff dreams are made of, but living together turns out to be a nightmare, and the academic year is a lot more adventurous than either of them expected, as they slowly turn from enemies to friends to lovers.

Painterly (ao3) - avintagekiss24 steve/bucky E, 8k

Summary: Steve's entire semester hinges on the art project that Bucky just kinda, sorta put a hole in.

save, saving, saved (ao3) - firebrands steve/tony G, 1k

Summary: simple joys, or: tony exhausting himself trying to help literally everyone and steve tutting and making him noodles

Smart Enough (ao3) - AuroraWest loki/stephen T, 3k

Summary: Loki has never been smart enough to keep his mouth shut around people who don't like him. When he gets beat up by the university rowing team (seriously?), his roommate insists on helping with the injuries.

At least Loki is smart enough not to fall for his roommate, despite Stephen's crooked smile and floppy hair. Right?

some days i'm lonely (and some days i'm not) (ao3) - wittepain peter/harley T, 77k

Summary: Harley turns eighteen in a day, graduates in two weeks, and despite all of the questions now being thrown at his head, he has absolutely no direction in life.

-

or, it takes leaving everything he's ever known for harley keener to finally learn how to love and be loved.

Surprise! (ao3) - Ray_Day peter/harley T, 2k

Summary: Harley and Peter are dating and are roommates in college. Neither of them knows that they know Tony Stark (Though on Harley's end, he just doesn't connect the dots).

So when Tony shows up for a surprise lecture for their shared class, neither of them know what to do.

The Loveliness of Loving You (ao3) - ElisabethMonroe sam/bucky E, 4k

Summary: Staring SamBucky, featuring: Valentine's Day ✔️ Baking Cookies ✔️ Lingerie ✔️ Mutual Pining By Friends With Benefits ✔️ And They Were Roommates ✔️

The One With The Haus Party (ao3) - neversaydie steve/bucky, natasha/sam, past steve/tony, bucky/pietro M, 8k

Summary: Sam ends up giving Mr Five-Feet-Five of Cock-Deprived Fury a piggyback home, mainly because he's too drunk to protest being carried and Sam would like to get home before the sun comes up this time.

"I hate Bucky." He's been grumbling about Barnes for the entire walk. There's a thin line between love and hate, Sam supposes, and apparently that line is someone else's dick in Bucky's mouth. "Fucking… gonna call him Fucky from now on."

"He'll like that." Sam points out, shifting Steve's weight to get the bony knees out of his ribs. He'd better get some good karma for this shit, he wishes he didn't have such a strong conscience that he can't knowingly let this guy sleep on a sticky frat house floor for the night. He's way nicer than his messy friends deserve.

"Gonna call him fuckface then. Fuckface fucking Barnes. Sucking all the dicks. S'not fair, where's the dicks left for everyone else?!"

[the gang go to a house party at a hockey frat, mistaken identities and inadvisable drunken behaviour abound, and Steve is a Hot Mess]

The Rift (ao3) - seapigeon steve/bucky M, 53k

Summary: Steve Rogers is used to things going wrong. He's had poor health and bad luck his entire life. He's not really sure why he thought witchcraft would be any different. Maybe because he didn't believe it was real...?

Turns out, it's all kinds of real, and now he has a ghost in the attic, a mystery to solve, and a huge crush on his roommate.

#themculibrary #marvel #mcu #masterlists #au #college #college masterlist #university #university masterlist #roommates #roommates masterlist

[stressed-chaos]

Memories - Part 4

Any guesses on who this Harry is? Anyway, hope you enjoy the fourth part!

(Gif not mine)

The atmosphere became eerily silent which seemed more like the aftermath of an earth-shattering disaster. This talk wasn't exactly earth-shattering, otherwise they both wouldn't even be alive but it surely was life-shattering for both of them. For Y/N, due to nervousness of having driven her new friend and probably her only chance at finding herself away. For Benjamin, it was due to his joy, shock and also nervousness. Funny how both husband and wife were having the same feelings, over the same topic just due to different reasons. Joy isn't all that good sometimes.

Seeing Ben frozen like a stag in headlights, she was about to do what she does best, Reassure, Apologize and Run, they were like her personal three R's, just one of them was an 'A'.

However, when the initial shock faded, she did not expect the first thing he said to her to be this.

"What about Tom?"

"What about him?"

"Does he know?"

"Okay, I don't know if you're referencing the song or if it's genuinely a question."

This earned her a little chuckle, trust his missus to make a reference or a joke out of almost anything, making her internally pump her fist in the air. At least he wasn't mad, even though there was no reason for him to be.

"It was a question."

"Oh...even though I really want to listen to the song right now, I'm going to answer that. No, he doesn't. I mean I didn't tell him, though he's been talking to me like I'm a little child. It's a little...well, um, disturbing?" it sounded like a question even if she was sure it was...more or less.

"I guess," he was relieved at that, something about Tom didn't seem right, almost as if he was hiding something. And he was kind of sure it was beyond just jealousy.

Plus, if Tom knew a lot about Y/N, shouldn't he know that she and Ben are married? Not that many people knew about it, it was their not-so-secret, secret. They were subtle about it, not really wanting to hide their obvious love for each other anymore. Also, they talked a lot about each other in interviews, if he does know as much as does, even if he didn't want to acknowledge it. That's why the jealousy, he concluded.

The man was so lost in his thoughts didn't even realize Y/N's heart was shattering piece by piece. She felt like her heart was playing a drum, maybe having a loud orchestra inside and the tune merged with the situation was a dagger to her heart. She felt like she died today more times than Loki did.

Why was she said, you ask? She was sad cause she lost her only hope. I mean, sure, she had met many people, but the feeling of knowing him and remembering him was desperate. It was muscle memory.

But, every dark cloud has a silver lining. Even though this was a dark as heck cloud for both, everything Ben said next surpassed the feeling she has when she finds a unique, too-good-to-be-put-into-words book. It surpassed the happiness she had when Harry Potter came back to life in the Deathly Hallows. She thought if it would surpass the feeling of Tony Stark being revealed alive or a One Direction reunion..but since she hasn't heard the news, she really wishes she does soon, she can't really say. Maybe it will...maybe not.

"I know you. You know me."

This was all it took for her to mend her almost disappearing-from-existence heart and for her to jump from her seat put him in a bone crushing hug. She clung to her like her life depended on him and to an extent, it did. She was beaming with happiness, clinging to him like a koala and thanking him over and over again, not caring the shhh's she heard from the people reminding her that a library is supposed to be 'a quiet place.'

Ben sighed happily, gave her an elated kiss on the cheek, returning her happiness with his own. Y/N was so overjoyed that she could kiss him but ultimately decided against it. It would be pretty weird to kiss him without knowing their relationship and this had absolutely nothing to do with Ben's chiseled face.

Finally calming herself and breaking apart, although they both internally they both frowned at the lack of warmth that contact brought, not letting it show. As cliche as it sounds, she felt and he knew, they fit like two puzzle pieces.

Just as she was about to ask Ben about her life this time, she was interrupted yet again, this time by one of her friends. It's a running into people day or what? her internal voice questioned as she groaned. Thankfully, only Ben heard her, who chuckled at her her eagerness making her snap at her head almost too fast, fortunately she didn't get a whiplash.

"Y/N!"

"Chloe!" clearly her enthusiasm didn't match her friend's. Ben wasn't sure if her friend, who he hasn't surely met before, was just oblivious or if she ignored her friend's tone at greeting her.

They both asked about their reasons for being there at the same time and after a 30 seconds silence, Chloe answered first.

"I was returning from the hospital, saw you here and thought why not chat. I have something to tell you."

"Wait...hospital? Are you good? Is Harry alright?" worry evident in her voice.

"We're both wonderful, calm yourself." They both didn't realize that Ben was patiently waiting to be included or at least be introduced. He not-so-subtly started tapping his foot, making both of them turn to look at him, a little embarrassed. He noticed that Chloe's eyes stayed on him for a little too long and he was sure Y/N saw it too, since she tried to get her attention away.

"Right, sorry, uh, Chloe, this is Ben, a friend of mine and Ben this is Chloe, also a friend of mine."

Ben was sure he heard her mumble something along the lines of "Though I'm not sure why."

Ben and Chloe both shook hands and Ben had to almost force his hand out of her grip. This is getting weird.

So...story time. Y/N knew Chloe through Harry. Now Harry was a regular at the library she worked at and she met her almost a year ago, after her pretty much new life began. He was an avid reader like herself and they exchanged reviews and recommendations on a lot of books, thus becoming fast friends. He even stayed late with her at work just so he could safely walk her home. Harry was a pretty nice man. Now Chloe...she didn't really have many words to describe her. They met when Harry brought her to Y/N's workplace one day and they both recognised each other through Harry's stories of them. She was very much different from him, no wonder Y/N was surprised when she found out they were married. She wasn't expecting to get along with her much but to her surprise, she did.

Until one unfortunate day, Y/N visited their house as she wanted to borrow a book from Harry, that book was surprisingly not in the library and she very much wanted to read it. When Harry found out about it, he immediately offered her his copy. When she reached to take that book, she found Chloe inside, (she already let herself in after receiving a muffled response from somewhere and the door was unlocked), who was too busy to pay attention to her because her mouth and attention was attached to another man, who clearly wasn't her lovely husband.

When she cleared her throat in shock of what happened, they both broke apart faster than lightning could strike them and stared in shock at the girl who was internally planning on breaking this news to Harry. Honestly, that man was so much in love with his wife, she knew he would be devastated if he ever found out about this. But she couldn't let her only friend (Tom's not really considered) being cheated on.

Y/N really doesn't know how it happened, but Chloe managed to convince her that she was being assaulted while the man was giving her weird looks. He ran before Y/N could lunge at him and when she suggested calling the police, Chloe told her that it was fine. Y/N was not really sure how she got convinced that Chloe was telling the truth but nobody knows about this incident except for her and Chloe.

She has been keeping an eye on her ever since, not really trusting her anymore. This made her suddenly showing up a little surprising but probably that was the point.

"Are you really sure he's a friend?" Chloe asked while raising an eyebrow and eyeing Ben like a predator looking at their prey, causing him to get uncomfortable under her stare. She also seemed a little closer to him now, he didn't notice that before.

Y/N, sensing the situation, quickly intervened with a weird feeling in her guts, "Okay...okay, you got me. We are on a date," she replied while grabbing Ben's arm and trying to sound guilty, surprised at her acting skills.

Ben inwardly smiled, he knew jealous Y/N was making an appearance. He loved when his better half got jealous because she got extra loving and extra protective over him. It gave him hope that maybe he hasn't lost her completely after all.

#ben barnes #benjamin barnes #benjamin thomas barnes #sebastian stan #sirius black #ben barnes x you #ben barnes x reader #ben barnes x y/n #benjamin #fanfic #fanfiction #Memories #bin bons

[tawny-feathers]

I've been reading a book where Michael is one of the main characters and each time I read this book I am consumed with the need to be around him, to talk with him or interact with him. It also makes me want to talk about him, or even just about angels in general, but I don't have many people to do that with right now, so here I am, rambling again on my blog about him. Then again, that's part of what this blog is for.

So the way he's portrayed in this book is not really how he is with me, but hints of him are there. The vibes are there. That only seems to contribute more to my desire to spend time with him, because it reminds me of moments we've shared together, and I just love his presence. I am thoroughly lovesick and want him around all the time-- which he seems happy to accommodate.

Reading this book also makes me want to talk about angels in general. My corporeal spouse has been contemplating angels for a bit now, but they aren't ready to talk about them at length and I am chomping at the bit to do so. They know about my relationship with Michael and are supportive of it. They've shown an interest in working with angels themself, which I am in support of, but are still trying to figure out who might be reaching out to them. Michael is, obviously, who I have the most experience with, but I've crossed paths with other angels in the past, so I'm curious to see who pulls them in.

I'm not really sure where I am going with all this. I just really want to talk about angels and gush about my golden boy. More of that and my (brief) history with godspousing below.

I haven't been this lovesick since I fell for my corporeal spouse-- who I still love quite deeply, I would like to add. But we've been together for ten years, so our love has settled into my bones and is a comfort in my heart that I've grown familiar with. Michael's love is still new, still something I am figuring out.

The other day I was spending time with him and I confessed to him that I already wanted to marry him. He was amused and told me I had to be patient, because he wanted to make sure I was absolutely sure it was what I wanted after some of the glitz and glamor of a new relationship wore off. I understand his reasoning, but I huff all the same. I know I wasn't aware it was love, but I have loved him for years. But he is right, I need to be patient and sure. I need to be how I was with Loki when I was considering making him my patron god. Loki came into my life in 2009, but it wasn't until 2015 that I called him my patron. We don't need to be married, our relationship will still be as meaningful and special to me regardless.

But damn, my heart flutters at the thought of getting to call him my husband and choose a wedding ring for him that I wear alongside my corporeal spouse's ring. I'm so lovesick, haha.

It's still so funny to me that I've fallen so head over heels for an angel. When I first learned about godspousing, I didn't even think I would be involved with it at all. I wanted to learn about it because I found it interesting. I never pursued a relationship with anything incorporeal beyond the whole "working with" situation, but I'd always had a more informal relationship with gods and spirits anyway. I viewed Loki as my friend, for instance, before I saw him as my brother. I call Dionysus one of my best friends. But I wasn't actively interested in seeking a romantic relationship.

Or, at least, that's what I thought, until I realized oh, this feeling of longing I've harbored for years and this happiness in his presence is a crush. Let me tell you, it's quite a revelation to realize you have a goddamn crush on a divine being and have had it for a decade.

I've been so happy, though. I'm glad I was open to the idea.

It's getting late so I will stop myself here.

#godspouse #god spouse #spirit partner #spiritpartner #michaelposting #tawnyposting #boysposting

[manebioniclegali]

:)

5 and 10 for the f/o ask meme-

>:|

Since you didn't specify anyone and I didn't request that you do so, I'll just answer for as many or as few as I want. 5) what’s the dumbest thing you’ve heard about your f/o, either on the internet or irl? With Loki, I've heard a lot of dumb things, and I suppose the thing I'll go with for now is Loki's "self admission" that he's a narcissist. That's both dumb and bothers me quite a bit, cuz he's not?? I can understand Loki saying that thinking it's the right answer to get him out of this cuz of everything that's happened and whatever he's been told in the past, but the narrative doesn't challenge this??? Part of the problem is that it sounds like Mobius has no way of seeing what's happening, so he can't say anything either way, *and* who's to say he wouldn't just further enforce it? Oh yeah, the elevator scene in Ragnarok when Thor's talking a lot about Loki and not even all of it is true.

10) how did you feel when you realized “oh of course i had to like “That Character”? Okay, so picture this. I'm 14ish. I've never had a fictional crush before in my life. I suddenly find myself thinking about Loki constantly after watching a TDW trailer. I always felt up until that point that fictional crushes were ridiculous/made no sense, so I was vastly confused and thought something was wrong with me cuz that wasn't me, I would never do something "illogical" like that! How can you have crushes on people you've never met?? And then cut to me a year later writing fanfiction about him and me ahdjsn. Dark... Dark's a weird one, cuz when I saw ADWM I was like "ah he is right up my alley" and even made a post joking that he was my "true love" now (which ironically was a whole week before my ex broke up with me), then proceeded to not really consider him in much of any f/o sense until Heist, in which case I was very excited that he appeared and I was like "ah. YES 👀" Any actual romantic f/o inklings didn't really come until later with rp that ended up happening bc I was not expecting to go that route in the beginning. I even remember saying or at least thinking that I viewed a different ego in more of a romantic sense than Dark at the time. Oh how the tables have turned lol and they turned really quickly, actually. ....Damien took me some time to get there, bc I was like "yeah he's the type of guy I'd probably be mostly likely to go for out of all the egos" and then one day like a year after that initial thought it hit me that oh, I actually do like him, whoops here we go again. 😳 I definitely was drawn towards him when WKM came out, but not in the same capacity as now. Nowhere near the same capacity as now, actually. Lemme hold his hand pls thx 🥺👉👈 

we don’t talk about the others ajsdjfkj with one i’m not entirely sure when, for another it was quite quickly, yanother one i think i have an idea as to when but it just kinda happened, last one i’m not even sure if the f/o category applies

(i lost the link for this one a while ago and trying to find ask games on my blog is a pain sometimes, so no link this time, sorry)

#i'm not answering about any others to add on unless i am asked explicitly and i don't think anyone will be asking #i think the vagueness covers my bases even if i didn't say whom #sab answers #f/o ask #i originally started this around when i got the ask and then it sat for i think about a year. whoops #pretty sure i know who sent this too #even if potentially she doesn't remember #p

[wrenhyperfixates]

Y’all pls watch this I’m dead 🤣

#time to get help I guess 😂 #surely he realizes how many people have a crush on Loki right? #RIGHT?!?! #🤣🤣🤣

[likeitloveitblogit]

Just Hold Me

I had a dream that got stuck in my brain, so I decided to turn it into a Loki x fem!reader fanfic. Here it is. Please be gentle this is the first but of my writing I've shared.

Pairing: Loki x fem!reader

Summary: After a rough battle fighting with the Avengers you skip the party to recover in your room at the Avengers tower. There you're visited by a drunk Thor and a comforting Loki.

Word Count: 2.5k

Warning: non consensual kissing, mention of assault, pain, mention of death, they all need therapy

What to expect: Me turning a dream into a Loki fluff therapy session.

From your room in the Avengers tower you could still hear the sounds of the party. Another victory for the team meant another raging party to celebrate. You loved a good party, but you had taken a few too many hits during the mission and had chosen to head back to your room.

A knock sounded at your door, "Y/N, are you there?" You heard the gruff voice of Thor.

The god of thunder and his brother Loki had become members of the team after defeating the Dark Elves in London. There had been a drunken night when Loki confessed to you he had considered faking his own death and stealing the throne of Asgard. But Loki had chosen to help fight, winning the battle and the approval of the Avengers. Not everyone had accepted them completely, but you understand that people were capable of change and had become friends with the pair.

"Y/N?!?" Thor called again, pounding a little harder on the door.

You rise from your bed and walk to the door, opening it you find a very clearly drunk Thor. It took a great deal of drinking to get the god drunk. You chuckle thinking about how much he must have consumed, but then notice that his eyes are full of tears.

"Thor, what's wrong?"

"Can I come in?"

Normally you didn't let anyone into your room. You were a fairly open person, happy to share, but your room was your safe place to get away and recharge. Standing there, leaning slightly against your door frame Thor looked completely broken, so you open the door and gesture for him to enter. Leaving the door open you follow Thor into the room.

You weren't sure how to handle having a guest in your room. But Thor walked over and sat on your bed, like he owned the place. "I'm sorry to bother you, I just, I was at that party and everything was good. You know we had that Asgardian wine brought in, so much better than anything here on Midgard. But then I saw a woman in the crowd that looked just like her. And I thought, I don't know, I thought maybe she had only faked it, maybe she'd just been lost and now she'd come to find me. I ran over to her, but the woman was just some stranger."

From your spot learning against the wall you asked, "Who do you mean? Jane?"

"Ha, I've lost her too. I seem to lose everyone I care about. But no. I thought I saw my mother"

That broke your heart. That same drunken night when Loki had confessed thinking of faking his own death, you two had also talked about Frigga's death. Unsure how to comfort the god then you had sat with Loki, holding his hand while he cried. Loki had been so close with Frigga, a part of Loki had changed when the guard had delivered the news of her death. Being in prison unable to even attend the funeral had stirred a desire to be a better person in Loki.

Even though you had seen Loki's grief, somehow Thor had seemed stronger, less affected, but Frigga was his mother, too. The loss of a parent is a terrible thing to deal with no matter how strong of a person you might appear to be. And clearly alcohol made the Asgardians emotional wrecks, because here now was the god of thunder sitting on your bed, body racking with sobs.

You sat down next to Thor, reaching to take his hand. Instead Thor pulled you into a crushing hug. Your first instinct was to pull away from the pain, you had really taken a beating in that fight. But Thor was your friend and he was hurting inside, so you relaxed. Rubbing circles on his back, you whispered "it's ok, you're ok" while you let him cry on your shoulder. The two of you sat like that for a long while before Thor released his hold on you.

You were about to ask Thor if he was feeling better, when he looked down at you and leaned in to kiss you. A million thoughts ran through your brain all at once. Fear struck you the strongest, and you scrambled away, backing up until your back was against the headboard. "What are you doing?"

"Um, kissing you," Thor said as he crawled toward you, hovering over you he leaned to try and kiss you.

"Well, stop it" you put your arms in front of your face trying to push him away. "Stop it, stop it, stop it"

Thor's strong arms easily push your own hands out of the way. But just as Thor leaned in towards you, he was ripped from on top of you.

Frightened, you look up to see Loki shoving Thor away, placing himself between you and Thor. "The lady told you to stop. What has gotten into you brother?"

"You don't know anything stupid brother, just leave us alone" Thor lunges for Loki, but Thor is still far too intoxicated to stand a chance in a fight. Loki easily pushes back and Thor nearly crashes into the wall.

Before Thor can lunge again Loki summons a pair of daggers and points then at Thor. "Brother you're drunk. You need to calm down. I don't want to hurt you, but if you try to hurt Y/N, I'll have no choice."

"Brother you wouldn't dare."

Loki points the daggers more directly at Thor "I don't know what is happening here but you know that I will do anything to defend a lady's honor."

"Oh, so you're just such a hero now? A perfect little prince charming? You're not defending anything. You're just jealous because Y/N invited me into her room and not you."

You stand up, careful to stay behind Loki. "Thor, nothing was going to happen between us. You came to me, crying and I offered you a hand to hold because I knew you missed your mother. You hugged me and I let you because you are my friend. But that's it. You are my friend and I don't want any more than that. You should thank Loki for keeping you from doing something you'd have regretted."

"You think I'd regret kissing you?"

"No, I think you'd regret kissing someone who didn't want to be kissed. You'd regret taking advantage of someone you cared about."

"I, I thought you'd want to kiss me"

"You buffoon, not everyone wants to have their face crushed in by your giant head."

"Hush Loki," you walk toward Thor, Loki tries to pull you back behind him but you touch his arm gently, and step forward. "Thor you know I do care about you, but I don't feel that way about you. Look, I know you have had a lot to drink tonight. And you have a lot of emotions running through you. I mean you thought you saw your mother, that has to be really hard to deal with. But you made a mistake."

"I thought, I just. Uh, I'm sorry"

"I know. Right now I think it is best if you go back to your room, get some sleep, and we can talk more in the morning, once you're sober."

"But,"

"You heard her brother. She is giving you a very generous offer. If you don't accept and leave now, I will make you. And I won't be nice about it."

With a final look at you, Thor leaves your room.

Once Loki is sure that Thor is gone, he sets his daggers down and turns to you. You register that he chose to set them down rather than magic then away, but chart it away as a question for later.

Approaching you, hands raised like you are an animal he is afraid to spook Loki asks, "Y/N, are you ok?"

"Yes, yes. I'm fine." Which is a lie, you're anything but ok. Unsteady on your feet, you nearly collapse.

Loki reaches to catch you and leads you to sit on the bed, "oh Y/N, what did he do to you? I'll kill him if he has hurt you."

"Thank you, but I'm actually just a little worse off than I thought from that fight today. All this has just made me extra aware of how tired I am."

"I'll go get Banner or Strange, or one of the others."

"No," you reach and grab onto his arm.

He looks down at the way your hands tremble as they hold onto his arm. "But, Y/N, you are unwell."

"I'm not sick. I'm not injured, well not more than normal after a fight. I'm just tired. Honest."

"Well then I'll leave you to rest"

But you only hold more tightly, "please don't"

"Don't what?" His breath catches as he looks down into your eyes.

"Please don't leave me. I don't, I don't want to be alone right now."

"Ok, I'll stay." Loki sits next to you, shifting his arm to take your hand. You rest your head on his shoulder and look at the interlocking of your fingers with his.

"Thank you."

"Thor is a buffoon, but I don't think he meant to harm you. He's not used to anyone not wanting him. Not that what he did was ok. I'm not trying to say it was ok."

"Loki, I know. I understand that he was hurting. And I guess I'm a beacon of comfort and he mistook that for romantic attraction. Honestly I think he would have stopped once he realized what he was doing. But I'm still so glad you were there."

Despite Loki's comforting hold, and the circles he was tracing with his long thumb, your hands still shook. "Y/N is there something more bothering you?"

Tears pricked the corners of your eyes. "When I saw your brother crawling towards me, I got so scared. I didn't see Thor, my friend. I saw that crazy guy from the factory today."

You could feel the moment the switch clicked and rage burned in Loki, "Wait did something happen? I don't remember a guy. Did this guy…, did he …, do something to you? I will end him."

"Oh Loki, my sweet murderous Loki. You actually already did."

"What?"

"You probably don't even remember, it was the heat of the battle. I'd gone in to clear the next room when I got knocked down and bumped my head. When I woke up, one of the baddies was dragging me by my ankle into the office, muttering about a sweet reward. How much fun he was going to have with me. He was reaching for me when you stormed in. I don't think you even saw me behind the desk, but you grabbed the guy before he could touch me. I didn't see what you did to him, but I heard it and it sounded very bloody."

"Oh gods, Y/N, I had no idea you were there in the back office. That guy looked deranged, even if we hadn't all been given orders to kill on sight I would have killed that man. If I'd known you were there I'd have made sure you were ok."

"I hid under the desk until you'd left and then I ran straight back to the jet. I felt so bad for not helping more with the fight, but…"

"Y/N, no one would ever blame you for running. That's not something anyone should have to face. Oh gods, and then my stupid brother had to come in and loom over you."

"He didn't know."

"No but that doesn't mean it wasn't terrifying, just the same."

You can't find the right words, and simply give a small nod. After a second of silence the question pops back into your brain. "Why did you leave your daggers on my nightstand? Why didn't you magic then away like you normally do?"

"Oh, uh, I was going to offer to let you borrow them. Just in case Thor tried to come back and visit."

"That's really sweet, but I've never been good with knives. I don't know if I'd even know what to do with them."

"Hmm well is there anything I can do to make you feel safer?"

There was a moment when you thought about saying, no. Telling Loki you'd be safe with his daggers, and sending him back to his room. But you couldn't do it. You could not send Loki away. Not when he felt like the only safe thing in the world. A breath of air after you'd been drowning all night. So you asked what you really wanted, not caring that it made you feel vulnerable.

"Can you hold me?"

"Are you sure you want that?"

"Yes I'm sure. I mean if you don't want to, I won't make you."

Loki gingerly wraps his arms around you, until you squeeze him half to death and he returns with a proper hug. Still holding you he says "I just didn't know if you'd want to be touched after… today and then my brother"

"You are not a brutish villain and you are not your brother. Do not take this as anything but a compliment, but right now the fact that you're not a big oversized muscle man is really comforting. And well neither men got the chance to do anything because of you."

"Y/N, I am so sorry you had to go through all of this. But I'm really happy that you find me comforting. I have done some terrible things that I deeply regret. And I've been afraid for so long that I'd never be able to find someone who felt safe around me."

"Everyone in this tower has done things that they can't take back. Things they regret. Including myself." You breathe in the scent of Loki, winter frost mixed with leather and metal, wondering when that scent had become so comforting to you. "But for right now, your arms feel like home and I don't want to ever leave."

"I will be here to hold you as long as you need."

"I'm going to take you up on that offer, because I might have a concussion, so you're going to have to watch me to make sure I don't die while I sleep."

"Humans are far too fragile."

"That we are. But that's an issue to deal with another day. Right now I just need you to hold me." You whisper as you lie yourself down, pulling Loki down with you. Carefully he wraps his arms around you pulling your little spoon body against his own big spoon body. Listening intently to your breathing as you drift asleep, Loki decides that he never wants to stop holding you.

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Here’s the Loki fic I promised! I got a little extra time to work on this, which is why it is a day early! But I hope you enjoy!!

Also this is like 3 times the length of my Doctor Strange fic and I don’t know how that happened 😅

Word count: 3,775

(Only warning is a tiny bit of what I feel is needed language, otherwise SFW)

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Being best friends with many of the Avengers had its perks. You didn’t have to worry about rent since they willingly let you live with them at the compound, safety was rarely a problem, and you had an amazing group of people to rely on whenever you needed them, plus a crush on a demigod who captured your eye in an instant. Living with them also meant that you didn’t need to even have a job, but you felt like you needed a reason to get up every day, so you took a position at a company somewhat close to the compound.

“Shit, I’m late!” You exclaimed, jumping out of your bed. “Okay, I’m positive that nothing else can go wrong. This is gonna be the only problem of the day.”

Boy, were you wrong.

Sprinting down the road in front of the compound to your car, you realized that you left your keys in your room, meaning that you had to go all the way back up in order to get them.

“Where did I put them, I could have swor-“

“Y/N, I noticed that you’re being exceptionally loud this morning, is there any specific reason?”

Whipping your head around, you blushed at the sight of Loki standing in your doorway in the early hours of the morning with his steaming mug of tea, noting his lack of a t-shirt. Taking in a glimpse of his toned upper body, your blush darkened and you returned to your previous task.

“Loki, hey! I, uhm, I’m a little late for work and I can’t find my keys, I was just-”

“Right here. Have fun,” He replied, passing you the keys he found on your side table and leaving, most likely to refill his mug of tea that was empty by the time he found your keys.

“Thanks.”

Finally returning to your car, you quickly unlocked and started it, beginning to back out of the long driveway. Barely making it 20 feet from your starting point, you saw smoke coming from the front end, hearing what sounded like the engine breaking down moments later. “Of all days, today just had to be the one from hell.”

So, as a last resort, you got out and started running as fast as you possibly could to your job, resulting in you being over an hour late. Just what you wanted.

“L/N, is there any distinct reason that you are late?” Your boss asked as you walked in the door, trying to be as quiet as possible.

“I couldn’t find my keys and then my car broke down so I had to run all the way here from the com-, I mean, my uhm, my house, and I couldn’t catch a bus because of what time it was and if I had waited I would ha-”

“It doesn’t matter, you’re still late. You should know that being on time, especially at this company, is one of our top priorities.”

“Yes sir, I know, but I would just like to-”

“I don’t want to hear your backtalk, just go,” He said with a glare. “The marketing team has been waiting for you in the meeting room for the past 45 minutes. Your presentation better be ready.”

“What do you mean the presentation? I thought that meeting wasn’t supposed to be for another week, it’s not-”

“You tell me that it isn’t finished and you’re done here. They’re waiting for you.”

A blank expression on your face, you slowly but surely made your way into the conference room, finding the management team patiently waiting for you, chatting amongst themselves.

“I am so sincerely sorry that I’m late, I wasn’t made aware that you all were planning to meet today instead of the scheduled date, so I apologize in advance for any mishaps within this presentation,” You said, rambling on as you tried to sync your laptop with the projector, silently celebrating once it connected.

“Oh it’s perfectly alright Y/N, no worries whatsoever.”

“Okay then. Thank you all for your patience, let’s get started.”

After the presentation was over, you made your way into your office in order to continue the day. And despite not having finished the presentation, the marketing team liked the ideas that you put forward and planned to work on putting them into action, giving you a small sense of accomplishment that you desperately needed.

“L/N!!” Your boss yelled, slamming the door to your office open.

“Glad to know that knocking still exists,” You replied with a laugh, faltering slightly as the expression on your boss’s face remained unchanged.

“Do I look like I’m in a joking mood right now?”

“No, but in all honesty you rarely are, so I-”

“Why was that presentation unfinished? And there better be a good reason for it.”

“Because you asked me to work on the presentation and to be fully prepared with the presentation completed and ready by next week. In my personal defense, I was given no advance notice of the change in meeting date, and when you put two and two together, evidently none of this was my fault. Now if you’ll excu-”

“I don’t want to hear that you were given no advance notice, I told you when you got here!”

“Yes, because I was supposed to complete the presentation that would have taken me hours to complete and proofread over and over again in order to prepare in a matter of two minutes once I got here? That’s what you expected from me?”

“Don’t speak to me in that tone L/N. Pack your things, you’re done here.”

“Sir, this is certainly not my fault. I don’t know what you are trying to do bu-”

“Don’t tell me this wasn’t your fault. If there’s anyone here who truly knows what they are doing, it’s me. You’re done here,” He stated, walking out of your office and returning with a cardboard box, and retreating back to his office once more. “Have a nice day.”

“This is total and complete bullshit,” You said to yourself as you moved the small amount of items you had in your office into the box. “Of all days to get fired, it’s the one where I have no car with me. Wonderful.”

“I’m leaving, and taking the laptop with me!” You yelled, passing by your manager’s office at the end of your shift with the box. You knew you were allowed to take it since you paid for it, but you just wanted to hit a nerve. “Have fun without me!”

“Get out of my building! You’re banned from returning.”

“Fine by me!” You exclaimed, tears rolling down your face as you slammed the door shut on your way out, accidentally running into it with the box. “Damn it!”

As if your day couldn’t get any worse, you made it about a block away from your office building when it started to rain. And as you learned from living with Thor, rain always had a chance of bringing thunder and lightning. Today was the day that the pouring down rain decided to bring its two friends along, drenching you in a matter of minutes. With the curse the world put on you, there was no umbrella in your box of items, and your tears were lost in the raindrops running down your face.

“Of all days, why today? What did I do to deserve this, huh world? Am I really that miserable of a person to deserve this!” Shouting obscenities at the sky, you continued your walk home, not wanting to run because you knew it would make no difference. You were going to be soaked either way.

Hearing a phone ring above the sound of the thunder, you pulled it out to see that Steve was calling you. Knowing he would be worried if you picked up, you let it ring and sent him to voicemail, which you never did.

Back at the tower, Steve was shocked when he heard your voicemail message instead of your voice, eventually hearing the beep. “Y/N, it’s Steve, I hope everything’s okay, I know you would’ve been back by now but I guess they had you stay late. Anyway, call me back when you get a chance, bye.”

“Did she send you to voicemail?” Tony asked from across the kitchen where he was making a sandwich. “She never does that, even if she’s in a meeting.”

“Is everything alright in here?” Loki asked, inviting himself into the conversation between the two men.

“For the most part, yeah. We tried calling Y/N to make sure she was okay since she’s not back yet and it’s storming, but she didn’t answer, which is new.”

“Did you ever think that she might not want to be bothered at the moment? Or that she had to stay past her initial shift?”

“I did, but I also know that she always tells us when she stays late or picks up when one of us-”

“She sent me to voicemail too, something’s up,” Tony mentioned, putting his phone down on the countertop. “You try calling her, ice cube. Maybe she’ll answer for you.”

“I see no sense in trying, but if it will satisfy your needs, then I suppose I shall give it a go,” Loki said as he conjured his phone into his hand, tapping on your contact in his speed dial section.

As you continued walking down the street, having ignored both Steve and Tony, you heard a different ringtone, knowing it was the one you set for Loki. Knowing that you couldn’t stabilize your emotions enough to even talk to him, you turned your phone on silent and quietly continued walking through the storm as the tears continued to fall.

“I told you that my attempt would be futile,” Loki declared as he grabbed a kettle and began brewing your favorite tea so it would be waiting when you got back. He would never say it to anyone else, but he had a soft spot and developed feelings for you.

“Is that Y/N’s tea?” Bruce asked, sniffing the air and walking into the kitchen to find the three men standing around. “Did she slip in without saying anything?”

“No, in fact she is late and hasn’t answered any of us, making our attempts to contact her futile,” Loki mentioned as he moved back to the steaming tea kettle. “Maybe you could partake in these futile attempts as well, doctor.”

“That’s really odd, she’s never had to stay late, especially an hour late,” Bruce mentioned, calling you while opening the fridge and seeing if his standards were low enough to find something appetizing to snack on. “Did you try tracking her phone?”

“I’d like to think that some privacy manners are still respected,” Loki interjected.

“I didn’t even get one ring in before I got sent to voicemail, she probably doesn’t want to talk right now. Tony, let’s go see if either of the girls can get in contact with her, maybe Bucky, Clint, Peter and Thor if the girls can’t get through,” Bruce responded as he walked out with Tony, both of them getting stopped by Loki.

“No phone tracking?”

“Fine. Just don’t blame us when we don’t find your secret lover!” Tony yelled from halfway down the hall.

“He doesn’t mean that,” Bruce quietly mentioned, chasing Tony down the hall.

“I’m quite sure.”

“Loki, what’s going on between you and Y/N, you act differently around her than everyone else,” Steve inquired, giving Loki a look that told him to spill or he would find out himself.

“I may have developed feelings for the girl, she’s the smartest, most interesting, most beautiful, and kindest person I have ever met in my lifetime,” He admitted, smiling slightly at the thought of you.

“Then tell her, be honest with her. She’ll think something’s up if you aren’t. I trust that you’ve changed enough to do the right thing. Good luck,” Steve finished as he patted Loki’s shoulder, giving Loki the reassurance he needed.

Walking up to the gate of the compound two hours after you were normally back, you pulled out your phone to find multiple missed calls, unread texts, and voicemails from everybody in the compound. Not knowing what to do, you put your phone back in your pocket and punched the code into the gate’s keypad, preparing yourself for the long walk up the driveway in the continuing rain.

“Has anyone heard from Lady Y/N yet?” Thor asked, walking into the dining area where the rest of the team was eating dinner, taking his chair and graciously accepting the food that was passed to him.

“No, but I could’ve sworn the gate opened like, fifteen minutes ago,” Peter mentioned as the door to the compound opened, revealing your soaking form holding the now-ruined cardboard box holding your belongings.

“Y/N!”

“Leave me alone,” You sobbed as you dropped the box on the floor and ran to your room, locking the door behind you.

“What’s got her upset?” Wanda asked as Loki walked over to the box you left on the floor and looked at the items in it. He found a framed picture of the team in the box, and immediately understood.

“This box has her things from her job,” Loki solemnly answered as the entire team’s faces dropped. “And she couldn’t find her keys this morning, but when I went outside her car was still in the drive-”

“She was stuck walking in the rain this whole time?”

“I suppose so.”

“So that’s why she didn’t answer any of us,” Steve said, everyone quietly agreeing. “What do we do now?”

“I’ll go check on her.” Grabbing the mug of tea and plate of food that was prepared for you, Loki made his way down the hallway, looking at Steve who gave a nod before continuing.

“Go away!” You yelled, hearing footsteps from outside the door.

“It’s just me, I come in peace,” Loki responded with a slight laugh, in hopes of brightening your spirits.

“Just go, let me be,” You said quietly, but loud enough for him to hear. Knowing that you were in there and hurting was enough to break his heart, so he tried even more to get you to open the door.

“I brought tea, and dinner. Nat made your favorite tonight, and I figured you would-”

“JUST LEAVE ME ALONE!” You yelled, beginning to cry again.

“Fine. If that is what you wish, your wish is granted.”

Walking away from the door, Loki felt horrible that your day ended the way it did, but he was adamant about cheering you up. He quickly walked back to your room and sat with his back to the door, waiting for the moment that you unlocked it so he could comfort you.

Shortly after he began to doze off, he heard you quietly talking, not knowing that he was there. “FRIDAY, unlock the door please.”

Waking up in an instant after hearing your voice, he knocked on the door and began talking. “Y/N, before you turn me away again, I just wanted to let you know that I, uhm, I brought your box. And dinner, and your favorite tea. That is, if you are up for it. I completely understand if-”

“Just come in, I guess.”

“Are you alright?" Loki softly asked, opening the door to find you sitting on your bed, quietly crying to yourself.

"Y-yeah, I'm fine."

"Y/N, stop lying to me. What's wrong?"

"E-everything went wrong today a-and it wasn't even my f-fault," You sobbed out as he looked at you curiously, unsure of what to do.

“Would you, uhm, possibly like to talk about it? I heard that helps with releasing built up emotions, not that I’ve ever experienced that,” Loki replied, sitting next to you while putting the plate of food and tea mug on the top of your dresser.

“W-would you mind? I mean, if you don’t want to, you don’t have to, I can get through it on my own.”

“Based on the cascade of tears, shallow breathing, and small hiccups that you now have as a side effect of the crying and are failing at hiding, I personally don’t think you can get through this on your own, despite the lies you may tell me.”

“Your intuition is remarkable,” You mentioned with a small smirk that quickly faded as he tucked one of his legs under the other, facing you and encouraging you to begin talking.

“It always is. Let’s hear the story and then see how well that intuition is working.”

“Okay, uhm, well you know how it started, I couldn’t find my keys this morning, so I was running late. Then I ran down to my car, tried to start it, maybe got 20 feet down the driveway and then my car broke down. So I started running to work like anyone under the pressure of being late would, but by the time I got there I was crazy late, and my boss started yelling at me. Little did I know, the marketing team that I was supposed to meet with next week came in today, and of course the presentation was nowhere near finished. They were nice about it and liked my ideas, but my boss went off on me and fired me. And when I left, it started storming, so I didn’t feel the need to rush, I got here two hours late, and yeah, there you go.”

“Oh sweet girl, come here,” Loki said, opening his arms to give you a hug, which you graciously accepted while you cried into his shoulder. “Why didn’t you ask one of us to come get you, we would’ve dropped everything to make sure you were safe.”

“B-because I didn’t want anyone to worry about me. You’re all heroes of the universe and I didn’t want to make it seem like I was anything less than you guys. I was able to handle it on my-”

“Never say that you’re less than us, because you are nothing near less. You mean so much to all of us and we want to be here for you whenever you need anything, no matter how big or small the predicament may be.”

“That means a lot, thank you Loki,” You said as he hugged you tighter.

"Of course," He replied as he started rubbing your side, attempting to comfort you. Having a small muscle spasm while doing so, his hand jolted and lightly tickled your side, making you giggle and scoot away from him.

"What was that?"

"Nothing," You replied with a blush.

“That certainly wasn’t just ‘nothing’.”

“In all honesty, it was nothing, I swear.”

"So then you would not mind if I were to do this?" He asked as he started to lightly flutter his fingers along your side.

"L-Loki, no," You said as you laughed.

“But I thought this was nothing, you shouldn’t be laughing if it was nothing.”

“Please nohoho.”

"No, I don't think I can, you still seem upset, and I can't have you upset, now can I?"

Loki pinned you down on your bed and started tickling you more, digging into your ribs with his slender fingers.

"Lokii please nohoHOHO!" You laughed as he moved his tickling hands into your underarms, scratching lightly at the sensitive skin located there.

“There’s nothing stopping me, and your laugh is obviously causing you to feel better.”

Your giggles increased to louder laughter once his hands moved to your hips, while you tried to move under his weight, failing to do so. Drilling his fingers into your sides right above your hips, you let out a small shriek, not prepared for how sensitive you were under his touch.

“LOHOKIHIHI PLEHEHEASEHE!!”

"How about I make you a deal, I'll stop as long as you promise me you'll smile," He said as he kept tickling you.

"I'LL SMILE I PROMISE!" You yelled through your laughter.

“Are you sure?”

“YEHEHES!!”

Removing his hands from your body and lifting you onto your feet, he looked at you while the corners of his mouth perked upwards. "Feeling any better?"

"Despite the torture you just put me through, I think I’m going to be okay," You said as a small blush rose to your cheeks once more.

“But where’s the smile you promised?”

“It’s right here,” You replied with the cheesiest smile you could manage, causing you both to laugh.

“No, I want a real smile, and I know just the trick.” Leaning down and wrapping his arms around your waist, Loki softly pressed his lips on yours, and quickly removed them in fear that you did not reciprocate his feelings towards you.

Noting the smile and small nod you gave, he put his lips back on yours with a little more pressure, knowing that you felt comfortable. As your eyes fluttered shut, you felt a sense of genuine comfort as you returned the kiss, deepening it by wrapping your arms around his neck and pressing back.

Taking his lips off of yours, you looked at him with a hint of a blush and a true smile gracing your lips. “There’s that smile. Join me for dinner tomorrow?”

“Depends, is it a date?” You asked as you sat back down, humor in your eyes after the obvious confession of feelings shared through the kiss.

“It is whatever you want it to be. Although, if you want it to be a date, I certainly wouldn’t be opposed,” Loki responded with a quick wink, which you almost missed due to how fast it was.

“Then my answer is yes. And you’re really good at cheering people up, as much as I may not want to admit it, I really appreciate your help. Although that wasn’t the most conventional way to do it.”

"One of the many things you’ll learn. Also, all I’ll say is make sure to stay on your toes now that I know this," He said with a smirk on his face. “I can’t promise that I won’t take advantage of your little weakness.”

"Oh no.”

“Oh yes, my love. Mischief’s curse.”

Getting up to return to his room, you grabbed his wrist, causing him to abruptly turn around. “Stay? Maybe we can, I don’t know, watch a movie?”

“If that is what you wish, then I’ll gladly stay.” Sitting up to let Loki sit behind you, you moved in-between his legs and laid your head against his chest, taking his hand in yours.

“Thank you for everything.”

“Of course, my love. Anything for you.”

#ler!loki #loki fluff #loki x reader tickle #loki x reader #lee!reader #mcu tickle #marvel tickle #loki x ticklish!reader #tickle fic

[tokoyamisstuff]

Scandal Ch. 1 - Loki x Reader

Summary: After your child is born a Frost Giant, your husband accuses you of infidelitiy, unaware about his own heritage...

Warnings: Pregnancy, Childbirth, Angst, Mild Cussing

Noteable: Takes place before Thor 1, Asgardian Fem! Reader

Words: ~1800

I Story Masterlist I General Masterlist I

It was as if your anchestors wanted to deliver a warning, for Asgard had never faced a storm matching this fateful afternoon.

The thunder swallowed all of your screams and cries, every curse you spoke with each contraction as the baby made it’s way into this world. All this time, your precious husband would never leave your side, letting you squeeze his hand as much as you needed.

“Only a little bit more, my Lady!” the midwife shoutet from between your legs, her tone calm yet cheerful. “I can already see the head!”

“I’m right here. You’re doing wonderful, my petal.” Loki was softly petting your hair, pressing a wet kiss into your forehead. “You are incredibly strong, Y/N. And I love you so much!”

Remaining collected was using up all of his energy at that very moment, you knew that much. Yet not even the God of Lies could hide all the helplessness and excitement stirring in his head at that very moment.

Being with the Prince of Asgard was just like in a dream.

Once you get to know him, that troublesome arrogant lone wolf turned into a smart, caring - and especially charming - prince. And hel, Loki treated you like a Queen.

All this pain you were experiencing right now would ultimately lead to the greatest bliss imagineable - just like it was with Loki.

Oh, how dearly you had fought, suffered, yearned for him, only to be rewarded with heartbreak and frustration. In between his feverishly chase for the throne and his rivalry with Thor, there was just no room for a loving relationship to grow.

The crushing weight of thinking himself unworthy for affection had made him cold and bitter over the millenias, telling himself the comforting lie that he was above all, born for a glorious purpose.

For the God of Mischief, whose kinsmen had always made him feel out of place or under-appreciated, the process of trusting had always been one step forward, three steps back.

But through your compassion, and with a great deal of patience and understanding, you slowly but steadily melted the ice around the prince’s heart.

Because deep inside, you always knew that it was worth it.

And today would be the peak of your romance: Your child would forever remind the Odinson that he belonged somewhere - right here, with you.

“It’s a boy!”

“A heir?!” Loki exclaimed, smothering your face in kisses. “Well done!”

You smiled weakly at his excitement, in between choked sobs. All that your exhausted self was able to process was the fact that your child is born - and you already loved him beyond reason.

“Where is he?!” you whimpered, unable to realize how the air in the room had shifted - for when the midwife touched the infant, she began to scream in agony.

“What’s wrong?!” Loki’s eyes were narrowing at the midwife that almost dropped his newborn, detecting some sort of burn wound on her palm. Quickly, she had covered the boy in a towel, aware that if any harm came over that baby, she was to die at the God of Mischief’s hands.

A flash of lightning was brightening the whole room, which had only been flooded by dim candle light until now.

Another one of the midwife’s screeched in terror, almost stumbling as she frantically erscaped your bedchamber. The adrenaline from birth and worry about your child sharpened your senses, yet concentration was almost impossible.

Still, the words she was yelling as she ran down the hall send a shiver down your spine:

“It’s a monster.”

Your head was spinning as you rushed into an upright position, with two nurses pressing you onto the bed again. “Milady, you need to rest! It’s still too early!”

“What is wrong with my child?!?” you desperately screamed, kicking with your legs to free yourself from their hold. “Give it to me!”

Their expressions were too much to bear. Your head was spinning, seeing pity mixing up with disgust and anger in their eyes.

“Enough!” Loki finally broke his own silence, his mind having been occupied with all the horror scenarios one could think about.

Walking up to the midwife carrying the infant, he demanded seeing it. “Your highness, don’t-” yet the midwife’s beg was for naught.

Yes, everything will be alright. Loki will take care of it, like he always does. After all, he’s your savior, your hero, the love of your life...

Gently and insecure, your husband cradled the newborn in his arms - a sight to behold. And the baby’s strong cries assured you that it was at least alive.

However, as soon as he dared to unwrap the towel, revealing it’s face, Loki’s heartbeat completely stopped for a second. His trembling lip began to shake, mouth widely agape as he took in the child’s form.

For a brief moment, his mind was completely blank. All emotion dropped from his face before taking in a complete different demeanour.

“Wha-” you wouldn’t dare ending that sentence when your husband’s furious eyes met yours.

The air was so thick, you thought not even Thor’s hammer could break it. Clearly ritten on Loki’s usual unreadable face were so many emotions at once:

Aversion, fury, incredible sorrow...all directed towards you? The child?

Impossible.

Loki Odinson loved you more than anything in this world, this was the only thing you had always been sure he wasn’t lying about.

“From all the people I expected to betray me...” His voice was hoarse, as if the ache in his heart was wrapping around his throat. “Why did it have to be you?”

You could feel the horrendous aura, a wave of sadness and despair coming from your husband. Seeing him like this was like torture.

“What- what do you mean, darling-”

“Don’t fucking call me that, you harlot!” That was surely not the first time your lover had raised your voice against you - he could be a bit difficult at times, obviously.

But this time was different somehow. It sounded so...ultimate.

And the Loki you knew would never use such harsh words against you!

“Please, I beg of you...just let me see my baby!” Everything was just too much for you, almost to the point of passing out. 

And the man did as you pleaded, almost shoving the child into your arms. “There, have your bastard! And make sure to never show your filthy faces to me ever again!”

With that, he stormed out of the room, leaving you with those strange nurses looking at you like you’ve just commited an unforgiveable crime.

There was no use in overthinking this. He’ll come back like he always did. You can work this out, whatever it is - even if you are gonna be mad for a very long time, making such a fuss and then disappearing instead of taking care of you, the mother of his child.

Out of a whim, you decided to finally observe the little being you’ve been waiting for all those months.

A loud gasp escaped your mouth as you realized just why everyone was so worked up about that little boy. Yet the sound you made was solely surprised - not a hint of fear or rejection laced your voice.

It was a beautiful baby boy, little fists balled to the air as if he was searching for the warmth of his parents - though his skin was in the shade of a dark blue. When you dared running your hand over the deep lines and ridges on his body, the stinging pain of frostbite immediately stung your fingertips. His eyes snapped open, looking at you with black irises through red scleras.

You knew the meaning of this, even though you didn’t understand how this was possible: This child was a biological Frost Giant. A small one, but nonetheless.

A curse? Was someone trying to play your family dirty? No. If that was the case, the child wouldn’t also have actual powers together with the appearance.

Just how long have those tears been running down your cheeks in thick streams already? You wouldn’t know.

Only one thing came as clear as daylight to you: You loved this baby, more than anything in this world. And no matter the hardships that came along with it - you would protect him, no matter what!

“He’s magnificent...” you sniffled, pecking some quick kisses onto his small body before the cold could hurt you. “I love you so, so much...!”

Not minding the judging looks of the nurses, let alone wondering about the consequences, resolve was starting to give you new strenght.

The boy got a grasp on your finger, and instead of your skin freezing off as expected, your magic allowed him to the boy to finally disguise itself as one of you. How was this even possible? Well, this is probably the first time something like this ever happened, so no one could prepare you for what to expect with this child.

They all say that birth was an impactful event - but nothing could’ve prepared you for everything that you had to endure on this day.

Yet nothing could’ve stopped you from believing that this child was the greatest blessing that ever came over you.

Now you only had to convince your husband of that very fact...

“Y/N Y/L/N!” the guard wouldn’t even bother adressing you with your full title as his harsh voice woke you up. When had you drifted away into slumber anyway? You were probably way more worn out than you wanted to admit...

Your eyes immediately snapped open, heart skipping a beat until you saw that your son was still sleeping soundly right next to you. Stroking his cheek as he smiled up to you, it almost made you forget about that burdensome situation.

“Hey!” Protectingly, you were holding onto your child for dear life as the guard approached both of you. “I have an important message to deliver!”

You scowled, almost like an animal mother protecting their offsprings with baring teeth, even though you knew in that state you would be completely and utterly helpless. “Why now? What could be more important than the well-being of my child?”

The answer let your blood run cold:

“I am here to announce that Lady Y/N Y/L/N has to face a trial in front of the Allfather. The following crimes she is being accused of: Infidelity, collaboration with the enemy and trying to sneak one of them into our glorious kingdom.”

#Loki #Loki Odinson #Loki x Reader #Loki x You #Loki / Reader #Loki Laufeyson #Loki Friggason #Marvel #Self Ship #Writing #Fanfiction

[five-rivers]

@lucifer-is-a-bag-of-dicks came up with this op!Danny/Marvel AU!

BTW I need help naming this newest proof that I can't keep anything to a short little one-shot.

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Loki was not, and never had been, a good man. For that matter, whether or not he’d ever been a good boy was debatable. His mother would argue that he had, but she would very likely be the only one. Well, except for Thor, perhaps, but that was because he was an idiot who could drown in three inches of nostalgia. Like he didn’t remember every time Loki had humiliated him. Maybe he didn’t, for all that he kept falling for the same trick over and over again.

It made Loki’s late nights studying the arts of illusion, misdirection, and lying seem redundant. Almost. Not everyone was as dense as his big brother.

No. Loki had never been a good man. He had, however, been a free man.

Free to run or hide. Free to explore the nooks and crannies of Asgard, to uncover her secrets in ways few cared to do. Free to walk hidden paths between the Nine Realms and even farther flung territories, where his people did not and had never ruled, to play games, make deals, have adventures, take risks. To be. To exist as his own creature.

He had been free. He had.

But on one of those little secret excursions, he had discovered something that had made even his flippant, slippery heart clench with fear. A ravening plague, spreading across the stars. The death of half of everything on the horizon.

Loki was not a good man. What cause did he have to care for all the sundry others in the universe? There were too many. It was too much to ask.

But Asgard—His home, even though the had long ago realized the blood in his veins originated on very different soil. That was different.

Asgard, he could help. Asgard could survive.

But it had to be strong. It had to have strong allies. None of this barely-held peace, this enemy eternally at their gates. It needed strong leadership. Not his brother’s simplistic view and longing for the glory of war.

Loki was not a good man. But he was one who could get things done.

Before he knew it, he had burned all his bridges behind him. In one case, a literal bridge that was literally broken.

And he fell.

And he fell.

And he fell right into the hands of the one he had feared enough to do this. Broken enough for poison to drip into the cracks. No one knew where he was, no one could know where he was, except, perhaps, Heimdal, and Loki sincerely doubted Heimdal cared. No one was coming for him. No one was looking for him. No rescue was forthcoming.

He was alone.

Asgardians were considered gods for a reason. Their bodies and minds were much more resilient than the average mortal’s. But Thanos’s people had been titans, and there was a reason for that, too.

Thanos enjoyed breaking him.

And Loki turned his lies on himself. A skilled master of games always had one gifted opponent, even alone. Hadn’t he wanted to rule? To command? To see a world, any world, prostrate at his feet? To be given the recognition and praise of which he was so worth?

To pull something, anything, out of the fire?

(If he had spent less time learning how to spin lies and more on how to see the truth, he might not have believed it. A better, wiser, man would have. But Loki was not a good man. And he was very skilled in his craft.)

So, his new master put a weapon in his hands, and he went off to conquer a world.

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Danny was used to rude awakenings. He was used to those rude awakenings being full body chills and ghosts, not someone knocking on his door.

Blearily, he pulled himself out from under the blankets. Quasi-military government facility or not, the beds were comfortable. Maybe Mom or Dad had gotten themselves locked out of their room? Or Jazz—No, not Jazz, she hadn’t come with them. She was at college, not being flown places by Mom and Dad’s suspiciously generous new consulting job.

At least it wasn’t the GIW.

He stood on tiptoe (curse his perpetually short body) to peer out the peephole. His parents’ buff, one-eyed, and incredibly imposing new boss stood in front of the door, hands on his hips, slightly sweeping back his long dark coat. If Danny listened carefully, he could hear two other people near the door, and… was that an alarm? Yes. Faint, but present, was a warning klaxon.

Okay. Danny would bet his right arm that something had gone horribly wrong with whatever his parents were consulting on. Didn’t explain why the boss was in front of his door.

Unless they’d gotten the rooms mixed up, somehow?

Ugh. Danny wasn’t paid enough to deal with this.

He opened the door. “What-?”

“Phantom,” intoned eyepatch guy with great solemnity.

Danny immediately tried to close the door. The guy stuck his foot in the jamb, and, sure, Danny could have crushed it, but that would be a jerk move. He didn’t think this guy was going for a pirate look, after all.

“We need your help.”

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“I’m not sure what you think I can help you with,” yelled Danny over the beating of the helicopter blades. He’d remained stubbornly in human form. “My parents are the scientists. This sounds like a science thing. Not a punching-people thing.”

“We spoke to them earlier,” said Fury, “and we have plenty of scientists working on the theories they brought up. You’re the one with practical experience.”

“Practical experience in what?”

“Interdimensional portals,” said the woman, who had yet to introduce herself.

As if this whole thing wasn’t already giving him a bad feeling. “My parents built an interdimensional portal. Again, you should be talking to them. They’re the ones you’re paying.”

“We could pay you, too,” said Fury, “but we assumed you would want to avoid letting your parents know about this, as you’re still a minor and they have control of your bank accounts.”

Danny stared flatly. “This is blackmail.”

“We aren’t threatening you,” pointed out the woman.

“Emotional blackmail,” said Danny, glaring, daring her to challenge him on whether or not he actually knew what blackmail was.

In the meantime, the helicopter landed. Danny unbuckled and hopped out, trailing slightly awkwardly behind Fury and the woman. He didn’t want to stand out, but he suspected that, being the only kid here and being in the general vicinity of Fury, who radiated authority, that was a lost cause.

“This is Agent Coulson. Coulson, this is Phantom.”

Danny’s mouth went dry(er) at how casual the introduction was. His eyes went nervously to all the other people running around the field. With all the noise, it was unlikely anyone had heard, but still…

“Can you not? Secret identity and all? Unless you’ve told everyone herealready, which, rude.”

Fury sighed. “How bad is it?” he asked Coulson.

“We’re not sure,” said Coulson. “That’s the problem. Big fan of your work, by the way,” he added as an aside to Danny. He glanced at the woman. “Agent Hill.”

“Background?” asked Fury as he led the way into the building.

“The first energy surge was four hours ago. Dr. Selvig’s equipment picked it up – He’s the head scientist on this project.”

“Dr. Selvig isn’t authorized to test,” said Fury. “We wanted to run his plans by the Fentons.”

“He wasn’t testing. He wasn’t even in the room. He called it ‘spontaneous advancement.’”

“It turned itself on?”

“What are the energy levels?” asked Fury before Hill’s question could be answered.

“Climbing,” said Coulson.

“Mr. Fenton,” said Fury, “any comments?”

“Look, I don’t even know what this thing that you built looks like or what it’s a door to.” Danny frowned as a thought occurred to him. “You’re not expecting me to fight whatever comes out of it, are you? Because, unless you’ve got a ghost portal down there, I can’t make guarantees.”

“It’s called the Tesseract,” said Coulson. “It’s supposed to be a connection to the other side of space. A source of unlimited energy. At least,” there was a note of humor in his voice despite the evacuation taking place around them, “that’s what the scientists say.”

“A door to space?” asked Danny, firmly shoving down his excitement at the prospect. “Like, a Stargate?” It was no good, he could practically feel himself sparkling. He took a firm grip of his core and reminded himself he might need to fight before the end of the day.

“Well, no,” said Coulson. “It’s this little… cube… thing.” He made a shape with his hands.

“Oh,” said Danny, mind still whirring. “You know, if it’s really a tesseract, it isn’t a cube in just three dimensions, so bigger things could come out of it than you’d think.” He’d seen some weird portals in the Ghost Zone.

“Well, right now, we’re just getting energy.” They entered a large room with an extremely sci-fi setup. It looked like they were planning to shoot some kind of laser across the room onto a platform surrounded by strange-looking panels. There were men with guns scattered around in what was probably a well thought out formation Danny couldn’t see. There was also a dude with a bow sitting up in the rafters. He frowned down at Danny as he noticed Danny noticing him.

“Dr. Selvig!”

“Director!”

“What do we know?”

Danny allowed himself to be distracted by the centerpiece of the room, a piece of machinery built around what was indeed a little cube thing. He tilted his head and approached, trying to get a better view of it around the people in lab coats and protective gear currently swarming it. He caught mention of radiation a grimaced.

It was unlikely to kill him, but, really, everyone here should probably be wearing more PPE. You never knew what was going to come out of an interdimensional portal, after all. Except trouble. Trouble was a pretty safe bet.

It was pretty. Blue. Reminded him a little of a blue raspberry ice pop. Part of him wanted to lick it. Which was stupid. He didn’t want to wind up half what-ever-lived-on-the-other-side on top of his regular ghost nonsense.

“Mr. Fenton?”

Danny jumped and turned, refocusing on the adults, who had multiplied while he’d been daydreaming. The guy with the bow had joined them.

“Mr. Fenton? Like the Doctors Fenton I spoke to earlier?” asked Selvig.

“Yeah, it’s—”

This, of course, was when everything decided to explode. Sort of.

The blue cube shot out a beam of energy that had more than a little in common with the Fenton Bazooka’s portal setting. The beam terminated on the platform, a portal rapidly forming.

Danny slid into a fighting stance, and barely even noticed as blue energy washed over the room, throwing many less-prepared people back.

Something shaped like a man stepped through the portal.

Danny did not break his stance. Still. “An alien,” he whispered, eyes wide. If they were friendly, maybe they’d answer his questions about space. If they weren’t friendly, maybe they’d answer his questions about space after Danny beat them up.

(Danny did not go ghost. Did not even think about going ghost. There were too many people here, and the space was too open.)

Fury attempted to negotiate. Danny approved. Not everything that came through an interdimensional portal was necessarily evil.

Except this guy apparently was. Go figure. He could also deflect bullets and was very good with throwing knives, which led to Danny having to pull several of the gun guys out of their own line of fire as well as the alien’s line of knife. Who would have thought an alien’s weapon of choice would be throwing knives? The energy-blasting spear was much more in line with his expectations.

The bow guy proved to be more competent than the gun guys. This didn’t really surprise Danny. Bow guy sort of had to be competent. Otherwise, no way would they let him go around with a bow. Like, seriously. A bow.

Even so, bow guy was fighting an alien and—

“You have heart,” said the alien, raising the spear.

Danny pushed bow guy out of the way, and his mind fuzzed out.

(The human part of it, anyway.)

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Loki didn’t know what a child was doing here, and he didn’t particularly care. The boy would do for a hostage, at least. He had a mission he had to fulfil, or else…

Or else.

“Please don’t,” he said turning with a shadow of his usual lazy affect, vaguely insulted that the human thought he could be sneaker that him, “I still need that.”

The human went on and on, apparently burdened with the delusion that he was on the same level as Loki.

Loki was burdened with other things. A glorious purpose. Glad tidings. Freedom. What could be better than freedom?

“A world free from what?” asked the human.

“From freedom,” said Loki, and wasn’t that what he believed, now? Wasn’t that what he’d been shown? “Freedom is life’s great lie.” He would know. He was an excellent liar. “Once you accept that, in your heart—” He batted away an arrow and tsked. “Shield me, boy,” he demanded. Had Thanos misrepresented the scepter’s powers? Or was the boy merely—

A dome of green surrounded him and the boy, thrumming with magic the likes of which he had only seen once, in a tome thrice forbidden.

“Oh,” said Loki, almost purring. “You are interesting. What are you?”

“Half human, half ghost,” replied the boy, tersely.

Loki had never heard of such a creature. No matter. He’d be sure to make good use of him.

“Grab the scientist,” he said, nodding at the balding man who had been with his brother when he’d fought the Destroyer in the desert.

Loki wanted the archer. He seemed interesting. Useful.

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Fenton was under thrall. Phantom knew what that felt like. A hundred feet under red water, trying not to drown, whispers everywhere. Pulling. Pushing. Prodding.

This was different, but the principle was the same.

Neither half of him could truly ‘fight’ the other. Fenton and Phantom were a single entity. Not two in lockstep. Even so.

Fenton grabbed onto Dr. Selvig, as ordered. Phantom made sure that was all they did.

“What are you doing, boy?” snapped Loki. “Follow me! Bring the scientist.”

And so, they followed.

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Loki breathed. Acquiring Barton had been the right choice. The boy was powerful, but, perhaps because of his unique biology, did not have Barton’s presence of mind, and couldn’t have led him to such wonderful allies.

Allies.

These weren’t truly his allies. Nor were they subjects. They were…

Loki forced himself to breathe. He just had to follow the mission. Follow the mission, let Thanos’s army through. He’d been promised this world. He would have this world.

And then he could be… His mind stuttered over the next word, and he shook his head, trying to drive out the painful buzz of Thanos’s herald and mouthpiece trying to contact him.

He looked up at the drones bustling around, all according to his will. Except the boy, who stared at him, somehow managing to be both utterly blank and challenging at the same time.

He was alone, here.

He was alone.

But what did it matter? Bad men always wound up alone, and Loki… Loki could never be a good man.

#danny phantom #marvel cinematic universe #avengers #dannymay 2021 #dannymay 2021 day 28: alone #dannymay #danny phantom x marvel cinematic universe crossover #op!Danny/Marvel #Not much op!Danny yet tho

[hiddlesbummmm]

Hello Tumblr world! I have been a lurker for many years, and recently I decided I wanted to become more involved. What’s a better way to do that than by writing a T-word Fanfic! Inspiration only comes my way periodically, so I’m not sure how often I will be writing, but any feedback is greatly appreciated as well as any creative sparks you send my way 💓

Warnings- 100% SFW, Tickle fic

Words -3042, Loki X Reader

Don’t Itch the Bug Bite!

It was just a normal summer day at the avengers compound. So far, you had cleaned your room, helped Wanda prepare dinner for the evening, and had even read a few chapters from one of your favorite books. The compound was quiet, due to almost everyone being off on their own adventures. Peter was hanging out with MJ, Steve and Bucky were off playing frisbee golf, and the others were either training or relaxing in their respective rooms. You really didn’t want to go bug anyone on their day off, so you decided to go to the common room and succumb to bordom and sit on the couch. Not even 30 seconds of you sitting down on cushions, you heard the familiar beep of your phone go off as you received a text message. It was Tony. His text read “ Hey team! All those in favor of a pool party tonight meet me on the patio in one hour! Don’t forget your swimsuits! Dinners on me! -T” You chuckled slightly to yourself as you remembered all the hard work you and Wanda had put in to plan dinner for this evening, but decided a pool party was always worth it. Usually when Tony threw parties like this, pizza was the dinner of choice. Pizza also happened to be one of your favorite meals, so you happily ran off to your room to get changed and grab a quick snack.

Now that was a great pool party. Most of the crew had made it, and it felt nice to relax with the team and have fun. You ended up only getting thrown into the pool once (you can thank Thor for that) and ended the evening with S’mores and ice cream for dessert. The only downside to the outside party was the mosquitoes. For some reason it seemed that the mosquitoes were only fixated on you and no one else. Luckily Steve of all people had bug spray so you thought you were in the clear.

You woke up the next morning and immediately felt the urge to scratch your stomach. It itched soooo bad! You hopped up to see the damage and saw a huge welt on the right side of your stomach. You also had some smaller bumps on your thigh and upper arms. “Oh well!” You thought to yourself. No matter how itchy you were today, it was worth the laugher and team bonding from the night prior.

By the time you had showered and were ready for the day, you glanced at the clock which read 11:30 am. Almost on cue, your stomach started to growl. “ Eesh, I need to eat something,” you thought to yourself. You made your way to the kitchen and started to make yourself a grilled cheese sandwich. You were lost in thought and didn’t realize that you had subconsciously started to scratch at the bug bite on your stomach. You didn’t realize that’s what you were doing until you heard a deep voice from behind you. “ Y/n, what on earth are you doing to yourself?” You froze. You turned around and saw none other than Loki, the God of Mischief looking at you with a puzzled look on his face. You didn’t know Loki as well as you did the other members of the team. In fact, you had only talked to him a handful of times. He only recently started living at the compound, as Thor finally convinced Tony that his brother had changed. Loki intrigued you. He was intimidating, but you were never fearful of him. You also had a slight crush on him. I mean why not? He was tall, handsome, and well a God! “ Oh hey Loki!” You said in a cheerful tone. “ After the party last night I woke up with a few mosquito bites and I guess I was itching one without realizing it”. You chuckled a little, trying not to blush as Loki's expression shifted. He no longer looked confused, but instead had a little gleam of mischievousness in his eyes.

“ One shouldn’t do that you know. It only makes things worse,” he said sassily. “ Well I can't help it!” You defended. “Every time I try to distract myself, it doesn’t work and I remember how itchy it feels! If you have any ideas, I am willing to try just about anything to make them less itchy”. Little did you know, that probably wasn’t the best thing to say to a trickster. You basically opened the door and invited mischief to stay.

Loki pondered this for a moment and then an evil smirk appeared on his face. “ Well actually dear one, I have just the trick on how to distract little midguardions from scratching their bug bites and make the itchy feeling disappear. It’s very special medicine that you may or may not have heard of.” At this point, you were a little nervous. He was reacting differently than you expected and decided to change the subject. “ You know Loki, I think I can handle it on my own. Thanks for offering though!” Loki looked at you doubtfully and then said “ How about we make a deal hmm? If you can go 1 hour of not itching yourself, I will buy you any ice cream you want. But, if you lose, then you must accept my medicine”. You pondered this for a moment. You absolutely loved ice cream and it was a pretty warm day. You still didn’t know what his “medicine” was but you figured it was some Asgardian ointment or something silly.

“Pfft deal!” You said confidently. You glanced at the kitchen clock. “ This means I have until 1:27 pm to not itch. You might as well go buy me some coffee ice cream now because you my friend are gonna lose!” You said this very cockily. Loki just sneered in response. “ Good luck Y/n. Just know that the God of mischief never loses a bet”. He then winked at you. You just rolled your eyes in response and left the kitchen to go watch some Tv.

After watching two episodes of “ Friends” you looked up at the clock to see how much time you had left. 1:12 pm is what it read. “ Sweet! “ you thought to yourself. Less than 20 minutes to go and you would be eating a giant bowl of ice cream. As you readjusted yourself on the couch, the blanket covering your legs rubbed right on the bug bite on your leg which immediately triggered a strong itchy sensation. “ Shit, why did I wear shorts today,” you thought to yourself. You quickly glanced around the room and nearby hallway. Loki was nowhere in sight. How would he know if you quickly scratched it? He was nowhere near your location. As fast as you could, you reached down and scratched your leg. All of a sudden, Friday's voice came over the room's intercom and said “ Miss Y/n has lost the bet. Loki, please report to the common room”. Faster than lightning you shot up from your seat. “ What the hell Friday! You aren’t supposed to tattle on me!” You should have known that the trickster would have found a way to spy on you. He really did take his bets seriously. Just as you exited the room, you crashed into the God himself. Trying to fix your composure, you took a couple of steps back and casually said “ Oh hey Loki, I was just leaving, but the Tv is all yours!”. Without taking his eyes off of you, he took a step forward and smoothly replied “ Well well well, it looks like you are at my mercy now, miss Y/N”. You gulped. “ It’s not my fault that you cheated!” Loki just grinned. “ Okay, so what is this “medicine” you want me to try? Are you gonna bring me some magic lotion from Asgard that will stop the itching” you sassed.

Within moments of you saying this, Loki lunged at you and quickly picked you up, and threw you over his shoulder. Before you could even react to this, you were tossed onto the couch and Loki was straddling your hips. You looked at him with a shocked expression. “ What the hell was that for!” You spat. “ You can’t pin me down forever in hopes to stop me from itching”. Loki ignored your retort and casually pinned your wrists under his knees. Now you were nervous. You really weren't sure what was going on in his head, but you knew you probably weren’t gonna like it.

“ You see Y/n, I was really hoping you would lose the bet because I know of a very special medicine that can help you.” “ So I’ve heard” you snorted. Loki playfully glared at you and continued. “ As I was saying, this special medicine can cure all sorts of ailments. It can make you forget your troubles, lighten your mood, and even help you stop the awful itchiness of a bug bite”. You furrowed your brows and gave Loki a very “ What the hell” look. Why would you want to forget things? And how could it fix your mood? At this point, you were for sure that Loki was just pulling your chain and trying to prank you. “ Okay… so what’s the name of this medicine then?” If it was even possible, Loki’s grin grew even more. He then leaned down inches from your face and without breaking his gaze he whispered “ Laughter”.

Your eyes immediately widened. The pieces were finally clicking into place. It had been years since anyone had attempted to tickle you, and ever since your newfound home at the avengers compound, you had kept it a secret rather well. You decided to play it cool. Maybe he would get bored if you didn’t react. “ Um… Loki that’s a very strange name for a medicine. Must be an ASSguardian thing.” You knew sass probably wasn’t the best idea in this state, but he deserved to be insulted. Loki on the other hand was not buying any of your crap.

“ You know Y/n, insulting me is only going to make things worse for you. I think it’s time that I start this special treatment.” You tried to keep your composure, but the moment his fingers started to wiggle towards you, you lost it. “ Loki please don’t do this. I won’t scratch it anymore I promise” you begged with the biggest puppy eyes. Loki just smirked and said, “ You must be very ticklish if you are already begging. I haven’t even started darling”. And with that, you were screwed. You tried to hold back the giggles that were escaping but it was no use. Loki started by squeezing your sides which resulted in a high pitch squeal. "Loki pleeeasse don’t hahaha I’m soOory”. He then slowly and methodically started walking his fingers up to your ribs. Trying to find the best reaction, he pulsed his fingers over each and every rib individually mentally keeping tabs on which ones were worse for you. “ Oh Y/N I think this treatment is working fantastic! But I think I need to up the dosage some more”. You giggled and laughed hard as he tickled your ribs. He was very thorough. “ Ohh my Gahhhaahah Loki pleeeAase hahaha.” You tried to kick his back with your knee but he had you pinned very well. All you could do was sit through the torture and laugh your heart out. He then bounced between tickling your ears and neck and then would quickly prod at your belly again,(being very careful not to hit your bug bite of course). This new game had you in stitches and your voice was starting to become a little hoarse so Loki stopped for a moment while you took a much-needed breath. “ Seehehe I’m all better noowww you said through residual giggles. I don’t need any more medicine!”

Loki just grinned and said “ Oh darling, I’m just getting started, and then he winked at you. Your face turned an even darker shade of red if that was even possible. “ How about we make another deal hmm?” Loki said confidently. Usually you loved deals and dares, but after losing once to Loki, you really didn’t want to go about making more deals with him. “ How about you tell me where you are the most sensitive, and then I will stop?”. Loki spoke as if he hadn't already tortured you enough. There was no way in Hell you were going to tell him. Your worst spot was your belly button, and you knew that if he tickled you there, you would just die. You shook your head and said “ noooo way! You will just attack me there if I tell you!” Loki pretended to ponder this, but you knew that he was expecting you to turn down this “deal”.

“ Fine, I guess I will have to find it by myself!” Then before you could even process what was happening, Loki touched your forehead with his hand, and you were sent into a memory. You were probably 10 or so in this memory, and back at the orphanage, you lived in most of your life. You watched as your past tense self was laughing and laughing as your fellow orphanage siblings had ganged up on you and were tickling your belly button relentlessly. You had definitely deserved it, you had stolen the last carton of chocolate milk and drank it without sharing it with your siblings. Just as quickly as your memory was relived, you were sucked back into reality.

You knew Loki had some magic that he used, but not once did you even think he would use it on you. “ Soooo Y/n…. It seems that I found your weak spot.” You had never seen Loki look so triumphant before. He was actually happy and enjoying every moment of this. You would never admit it out loud, but this was enjoyable for you as well. It felt good to laugh and you trusted Loki. “ Well my treatment is almost completed. I just need to give you the last dose”. And with that, he quickly dropped his finger into your belly button. He wasn’t moving, just hovering over it, watching your reaction. You on the other hand lost your shit. You were thrashing and giggling very loud. “ Loki please haha I don’t need the last dose hahaha, I’m all better I PromiSsseee.” Loki paused for a moment. He removed his hand from your stomach and said “ Oh alright since you asked so nicely.” You let out a big sigh of relief and dropped your guard.

Well, that was a big mistake. He then swiftly placed his head on your belly and blew a huge raspberry right on your belly button and you screamed with laugher. To top it off he wiggled his fingers up and down your rib cage and even reached back and squeezed your thighs and kneecaps all while blowing raspberry after raspberry on your belly. You were in stitches. “ LOkiiii haha Oh my Gahahah plehease dohant! No MOreheheeee. You then fell into silent laughter and Loki took this as his cue to stop. Once you had caught your breath, you were red in the face and very sweaty. “ Well I think that’s enough medicine for you today Y/n. How do you feel? Any more urges to itch yourself?” You just giggled and shook your head. It was true, for the past 30 or so minutes you hadn’t even thought about your bug bites. Loki hopped off your lap and sat next to you on the couch. You sat up and rested your head on his shoulder. “ Thanks for distracting me Loki. But next time, please go easy on my death spot,” you giggled out.

Loki just smiled and said “ Oh, so there is going to be a next time?” Your face turned beet red. You weren't ready to admit that you enjoyed it. “ Loki just laughed and said “ Next time don’t make a deal with a God”. He then raised his voice and said “ Friday, please send the recording to The Avengers group chat”. “ LOKI IM GONNA KILL YOU!” You screamed as he ran out the door. Your secret was now out to the world. And you knew it wouldn’t take the other avengers very long to try out this newfound information. You then ran out of the room to go find the lovely mischief-maker.

Later that evening, you heard a knock at your bedroom door. You cautiously opened the door a crack, worried that you might be attacked with tickles. But instead, there was a bowl of coffee ice cream with a note attached. It read “ Don’t worry, I liked it too. Until next time. Love, Loki”

#tickle fic #loki x reader #first fic #marvel #mcu #loki laufeyson #the avengers #new to tumblr

[stanknotstark]

Nails ‘n Spa

So I have a REALLY hard time saying no to people. As I’ve grown I’ve gotten better about it but usually end up saying sorry profusely after I say no. Idk i’m very much a people pleaser so i have a hard time making my own decisions too. So this is where this came from :P

“Hey, would you like to go on a run with me?” Steve asked you.

“Uh....” You knew Steve woke at the ass crack of dawn and honestly you loved sleeping in but you really didn’t want to hurt his feelings and you don’t know how to say no, it’s just never been apart of your vocabulary since you’re a people pleaser. “Ya....I’d love to.” You smiled at Steve.

“Liar.” Loki said once Steve had left the kitchen and it was just you two. 

You sighed and laid your head on your arms with a groan. 

“I know, I don’t, but I didn’t want to hurt his feelings.”

“You need to learn to say no, your job isn’t to please everyone.” Loki frowned at you, sipping on his tea, walking up to you he hummed. 

“Go get dressed, something comfortable, if you wear pants make sure the legs can be rolled up and wear a short sleeve shirt or tank top. Also wear flips flops or sandals where you toes will be out in the open.”

You looked up at Loki confused but said, “Yes, sir!” 

~~~~

You and Loki were making your way down a street when he stopped in front of a nail salon, you walking so close to him you almost ran straight into him.

“We’re here.” He said, opening the door to the salon. You raised your eyebrows at him but went inside. 

The minute Loki stepped inside all the women started talking to him.

“Mr. Loki! Mr. Loki, it’s so good to see you, how are you?” One Vietnamese woman said coming up to you both, her accent strong but not so strong you couldn’t tell what she was saying.  Smiling, she shook Loki’s hand, then turned to look at you and shake your hand too. “This your girlfriend?”

“Something like that.” Loki said smiling at her too. 

“I’ll get my usual, she would like a mani and pedi,” Loki looked down to you, “Go pick a color, sweetheart.”

You swallowed, you had a crush on the God but right now he was acting as if you were a couple and you were happy about it, of course, but at the same time you thought your heart was going to burst out and run away at all this...affection.

“Ya, ok.” You said making your way to the wall of polish. Finally, you decided on a shimmering gold and the lady that had welcomed you lead you to a massage chair next to Loki where you both rolled your pants up and stuck your feet into the warm water. 

Luckily no one else was at the salon so you and Loki were able to talk more freely.

“Loki I appreciate this and all but why did you bring me to a nail salon?”

Loki smirked and turned to look at you from his chair.

“I think you’ll realize in due time, darling.”

You pouted but he didn’t say anything more so you shrugged and decided to enjoy yourself, it had been months since you had splurged on yourself like this anyways. 

The Vietnamese woman came back with a laminated sheet and gave it to you.

“Would you like the Ice Dancer pedicure, it’s very nice, especially great for your legs and relaxing them?”

You looked at all the choices there were only 5 but the Ice Dancer was the most expensive. Thinking on it you hadn’t brought your wallet....

“Loki, I don’t have my wallet, and even if I did I don’t have the money to pay you back right now...”

“Don’t worry about that, I’ve got it covered.”

“No Lok-”

“I’ve got it, darling,” Loki frowned, his eyes closed as he enjoyed the massage chair, “Please.” 

You swallowed and looked back down at the choices.

“I’ll take the regular.”

“No, she’ll take the Ice Dancer, Duyen.”

“I-”

Loki and the woman looked at you expectedly, Loki’s brow raised in question, a challenging look in his eye. You swallowed and looked at Duyen. “Ya, I’ll take the Ice Dancer.” You said looking down to your hands and fiddling with them to avoid looking at Loki. What you didn’t see was the disappointment on his face, luckily.

How were you gonna pay him back, you mani and pedi would surely cost over $100 and that would be a little over 25% of what you made bi-weekly. You assumed Loki could see the guilt chewing you up inside so he placed a hand on yours, causing you to look up at him. 

“You could have said no.”

“I- Loki I can’t.”

“Yes you can, if you don’t want it say no.”

You bit your lip but nodded, not that you were going to say no though. 

Both you and Loki sat back and enjoyed the pedicure the two Vietnamese women gave you, you both sharing small talk here and there but mostly enjoying the massage the women gave your legs. When it came to nail polish time, you saw Loki getting black. You smiled, it suited him. 

“I like black on you. You know most men would never agree to doing this or getting a clear polish.” You said admiring how the black really brought his pale skin out.

“I am not most men.” 

“That you are not.” You said, blushing when Loki smirked at you. 

Next you were both seated at desks so they could do your manicure. It had started out great and then the woman handling your nails started trying to push choices on you. When she pulled out fake nails your eyes grew wide and you panicked. You REALLY didn’t like long nails, you played the violin and couldn’t play if you had fake nails on but you’d have to tell her no. Through all your panic you didn’t see Loki not outright staring at you but smirking at your internal turmoil.

“Uh!” The woman had placed the fake nail on yours but looked up at you, “I’m so so sorry I uh play violin I can’t have long nails, I’m really sorry!” 

The woman smiled and nodded, pulling your hand up so you both could look at the nails.

“Square?” the woman asked.

Swallowing, you squirmed in your seat. You just wanted them to be plain, rounded. Looking to Loki for help he looked at you but didn’t say anything to help. Taking in a deep breath you looked at the woman again.

“Uh, no, could you make them round?” the fear going through your body finally relaxed as you got out your words. To be honest you really weren’t used to asking for what you wanted either, you were very much a people pleaser. 

“Ok!” The woman said, then pulled out a bunch of supplies which you realized was meant for gel or shellac nails. Which of course you didn’t want. At this point you were gonna be in tears soon, you really hated saying no.

Thankfully, Loki stepped in, leaning over into your space he looked at what was going on and said, “I think she would prefer just the polish, no gel today.” Loki glanced at you and winked.

Suddenly it hit you like a freight train. Loki was forcing you to get comfortable saying no. While it was a sweet gesture it was very nerve wrecking so you promised you’d get him back somehow. For now you’d be happy about him caring though. 

Thankfully the rest of the trip went without a hitch or you having to say no. Ready to get back to the tower you both walked out of the salon and headed towards the tower. 

“Thanks.” You said looked down at the ground, counting the cracks in the sidewalk as you walked. Feeling something brush your hand, you watched as Loki took your hand in his, but when you looked up he was looking forward as if it wasn’t happening. After you had walked most of the way back Loki finally spoke.

“I don’t want you to get into a bad situation simply because you don’t want to hurt someone’s feelings by saying no.”

Reaching the edge of the tower you both stopped and looked at each other, people walking past you but ignoring you both, 

“I-” You looked at your locked hands, “Unfortunately I’ve been in plenty of bad situations because of this but I’ll try harder for you.” You said, looking him in the eyes, determined. Loki looked at you, no emotion on his face, then gave a small smile.

“Good, I expect nothing less than your best.” 

~~~~

“Kid! You wanna help Bruce and me blow up something?” Tony asked you excitedly. You looked at Loki who you sat next to on the couch and he raised an eyebrow at you. That sounded extremely dangerous so you looked back at Tony and smiled sadly, “No, Tony, I’m good.” 

Tony shrugged, “Alright, have fun then love birds!” Tony yelled as he ran down the stairs towards his lab. 

You felt Loki’s fingers grab your chin and make you look at him. His eyes on your lips. 

“Good girl.”

Your heart fluttered, trying to focus on his eyes but you kept glancing at his lips. Finally, Loki kissed you. When he pulled back you still had your eyes closed and said, “I really need to say no more often.”

Loki chuckled then caught your lips again. 

#loki x reader #how to say no #one shot #loki odinson #ive decided good loki is loki odinson #bad loki or angsty is loki laufeyson #tag wise that is #my writing #loki #fluff

[mimisempai]

I love you because you’re you

Summary:

Imagine Mobius confessing to Sylvie that his crush on Loki started when he watched his exploits as D.B. Cooper... Imagine Loki overhearing this conversation... That is enough to give ideas to our god of mischief to spice up their life...

https://archiveofourown.org/works/32516398

2214 words - Rating T

Other oneshots in the same series : Together, For all time, Always 9/?

Sitting at his desk, Mobius was watching Loki.

When he thought about everything that had happened, everything they had been through, and reflected on where they were now, he couldn't help but feel a sense of accomplishment.

Whether it was Loki or him, they had both had to deal with great changes in their lives. Both of them had to question themselves in a short period of time.

But they had managed to do it, together.

Mobius sometimes felt a kind of overwhelming elation when he stopped to think about their lives.

Order and chaos.

As he saw Loki walk away with the group of recruits he was training, he let out a sigh of satisfaction and dug into his files.

"Oh my... Mobius, you got it bad."

He looked up.

"Sylvie!"

The young woman was leaning against the doorframe of his office, arms crossed and looking at him with a smile, the usual spark of mischief in her eyes.

"Come in!"

She stepped forward to sit across from him.

The arrival of Loki in Mobius' life had surprisingly brought him another bond.

Sylvie had made a place for herself in Mobius' heart almost as quickly as Loki had.

He had found in her a dear friend, a sister at heart.

When you think about it, Mobius who had been betrayed by his closest friend, Loki who had never found a friend who accepted him as he was, and Sylvie who had not been able to create a bond with anyone during all her years on the run, it was clear that the bonds between them all could only be strong, whether it was friendship, love or brotherhood.

"What did you mean when you came in, or rather why did you say that?"

Sylvie leaned in, her chin in her hands.

"Oh, I don't know. Maybe your goofy smile when Loki walks into a room you're in, your completely smitten look when you watch him work or do something else... Do you want me to go on?"

Mobius, embarrassed, raised his hand and said, "Stop! No! It's okay!"

"If it makes you feel any better, it's only me who sees it. After all I know you and I know perfectly well the bond between you. And even though Loki is an expert at masking his feelings, he's just as obvious as you are."

"I guess the fact that you've spent so many years running away, you've learned to watch people so you can preserve yourself." Mobius told her compassionately, fully aware that he had contributed to what had shaped Sylvie's personality.

"Mobius..." Sylvie sighed before continuing, "We've talked about this before, we each did what we had to do to survive or because it was what we thought we were made for. Now we're doing what we need to do to atone, to make sure it doesn't happen again. Know that I have long since forgiven you completely."

Mobius knew that he would still carry the guilt of what he had done at the service of the old TVA for a long time to come, and even though he didn't know at the time, that didn't stop him from being aware of his own responsibility.

He simply replied, "Thank you."

"Well! Let's pick up where we left off," Sylvie began in a lighter tone, "I'm a little curious Mobius, I have the feeling that your crush on Loki dates back long before you met him for real..."

Mobius knew that with Sylvie, there was no point in denying it, she knew him well, sometimes too well for his liking.

"Damn, why do you always have to be so perceptive?"

She shrugged, before adding softly, "it's just that you're very open, Mobius, when it comes to Loki or when you're with him."

"If you say so." replied Mobius, looking unconvinced even though he knew she was right. Odin's lie about Loki's origin had had such a negative impact on his life that Mobius was doing everything to be transparent. He would always do anything to preserve the trust Loki had in him.

"So?" insisted Sylvie, "Your little crush that became a big one… When did you realize it?"

Mobius, annoyed, replied somewhat curtly, "I didn't keep a diary you know."

"Okay, but there must be something about what Loki did or who he was that made you realize your attraction, right?"

Mobius muttered and seeing that Sylvie wouldn't let go, he reached into the only locked drawer of his desk, opened it and pulled out a file.

He took out a photo and slid it towards Sylvie.

She leaned over to take a closer look.

She gasped and her gaze went back and forth from the picture to Mobius several times.

"D.B. Cooper?!!"

Sylvie moved her chair over to Mobius' desk to be closer.

"Now, my little Mobius, I want to know everything."

Mobius sighed and rolled his eyes but complied anyway.

______

Loki had assigned their training missions to the new recruits.

"Miss Minutes, what time is it?"

"Loki, I already told you! Just because I'm shaped like a watch doesn't mean I'm here to be your clock!"

Loki chuckled, before looking at what time it was on the wall clock. He would probably never tire of teasing the IA.

He headed to Mobius' office, he had five minutes before his next assignment so he was going to take the opportunity to pay his lover a short visit, hoping Mobius would be alone.

As he approached, he noticed that the door was slightly open and he heard voices. "So much for the tête-à-tête." he muttered to himself and turned on his heels, a little disappointed.

But as he walked away, he heard his name. Of course, he went back on his steps discreetly and approached the half-opened door, taking care not to be seen. He was not able to look inside the office, but he could now hear the voices very well and recognized that of Sylvie who was conversing with Mobius.

"Okay, but there must be something about what Loki did or who he was that made you realize your attraction, right?"

He heard Mobius mutter in response, but knowing their dynamic by now, he knew he would answer.His answer was of great interest to Loki.

There was a moment of silence, then he heard Sylvie gasp and then exclaim.

"D.B. Cooper?!!"

He heard a noise, as if a piece of furniture was moving and then Sylvie's lower, but still distinct voice saying, "Now, my little Mobius, I want to know everything."

Oh yes my little Mobius, I want to know everything too.

"You didn't see the video of the whole scene where Loki pretended to be D.B.Cooper, I did. And I don't know if it's the charisma he gives off, or the suit, or the glasses, or the haircut, or that fucking wink, but it's the first time I've noticed my interest was far less professional than it should have been."

Sylvie chuckled and replied, "How? You Mobius? You the oh-so-perfect TVA employee?"

Mobius grumbled back, "Ex-employee first, and then perfect employee or not, I'm only human. I was on a diet and I ended up with a five-star meal under my nose, you can't judge me because it aroused my appetite."

Loki realized that the five minutes were over and returned to his appointment place, a little baffled by what he had just heard, but above all extremely interested.

An idea began to germinate in his head, he was not the god of mischief for nothing.

Mobius was not going to figure it out...

Loki moved forward with a much more energetic step, the prospect of an interesting evening motivating him for the rest of his day.

_______

In the evening, much later, they were making out like teenagers on the couch.

Loki had surprised Mobius with a candlelight dinner and they had spent an extremely pleasant evening and continued to prolong the harmony of the moment.

Loki had wrapped his arms around Mobius' neck and was sitting on his lap.

They separated only to catch their breath before reconnecting their lips again.

Mobius' eyes were closed. Loki swirled his tongue in his lover's mouth in an absolutely naughty way before planting kisses from his mouth to his ear and then whispering in a warm voice, "Open your eyes, love."

Unable to refuse anything to Loki in the state of arousal in which he was, Mobius complied.

He opened his eyes and gasped.

Inches away from him, looking at him through familiar sunglasses, was D.B. Cooper.

D.B. Cooper-Loki sitting on his lap.

He brought his face close to Mobius', lowered his glasses slightly and winked at him. Just like on the video.

Mobius swallowed and licked his lips.

Loki's mouth almost against Mobius', his eyes unfathomable behind the smoked glasses, Loki asked him with a deep and sensual voice, "So, is the charisma that I give off..." he gave a small perverse thrust.

"... or my suit..." he traced with his fingertips the lapel of the black jacket with a lascivious gesture.

"...my haircut" he ran his long fingers through his short hair in a suggestive way.

"...my wink," he repeated the gesture before putting his forearms on Mobius' shoulders and tying his hands behind his neck.

He whispered, "Is all this up to your expectations?" and then leant in to kiss him.

But Mobius, who had recognized the words he had said to Sylvie, had no intention of letting his god of mischief be in control any longer.

Even before Loki's lips could touch his, with a skilful twist of his back, he made them turn around and managed to reverse their position somehow.

Loki found himself lying on the length of the couch, his legs imprisoned by the knees of Mobius who ended up now astride him.

Mirroring Loki's moves, he kissed him and then in the same manner, placed a shower of kisses from his jaw to his ear against which he whispered, " Become Loki again, sweetheart."

Before his eyes, under a veil of green magic that flowed through Loki, Mobius saw his lover regain his usual features.

Loki pouted a little and asked sheepishly, "Didn't you enjoy it?"

Mobius put a finger on Loki's lips, "Shhh, I enjoyed it a lot, but there's something I want to know. How far did you spy on my conversation with Sylvie?"

"Hey!" protested Loki, "I wasn't spying, well not really. I just happened to overhear some of the conversation before I went back to work! I only heard your answer about D.B. Cooper."

"Then I'll tell you what I said to Sylvie afterwards." replied Mobius softly.

"I told him that D.B. had aroused my appetite, but the one that had captured my undivided attention and made me forget about all the others was this Loki."

He underlined his words by poking Loki's nose with the tip of his forefinger.

"So yes D.B. is handsome, but he pales in comparison to you Loki. The real Loki. D.B. doesn't have those gorgeous black curls..." he ran his hands slowly through Loki's hair, and letting them run down his fingers continued, "that are soft as silk. »

He gently stroked the outline of Loki's eyes with his fingertips, "D.B. doesn't have those indescribable blue eyes that change color with light, with time and with emotion."

He ran his thumb over the lower lip of Loki's half-open mouth, "D.B. doesn't have that smile you only have for me."

He gently kissed said smile, then resting his forehead against Loki's, he said softly, "Loki, you will never have to be someone else to seduce me, hell, you don't even have to seduce me since I am already completely seduced. I was lost the day you explained to me with a sad look that your destiny was to be a villain. Because in front of me I had the real Loki. You let me see who you were."

He closed the distance between them and put his lips on Loki's.

Unlike the previous kiss, it was a gentle and almost chaste one. A kiss of oath and renewed love to which Loki responded with all his heart.

Talk about mischief turning against himself in the most beautiful way. There were no losers tonight, only two winners.

Though a little later as his head rested on Mobius' chest, he couldn't help but ask, "So, no more D.B. Cooper?"

The hand that was stroking his head, paused for a moment before resuming as Mobius whispered with a smile in his voice, "Hm... I admit the idea of being bossed around by D.B. Cooper does raise some interest..."

"Tut-tut Agent Mobius... What a naughty boy!"

Mobius pressed a kiss on Loki's forehead and said mischievously, "It's not just you who can do and be whatever you want."

Only Loki's warm laughter against his chest answered him.

Later, lulled by the sweetness of the moment, Mobius drifted off to sleep.

The last thing he felt was a light kiss from Loki on his chest, and the last thing he heard was Loki whispering against his skin, where his heart was.

"Thank you for letting me be me."

⚠️🔞NSFW 🔞⚠️SEQUEL HERE : https://archiveofourown.org/works/32529109

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Not beta'd I hope you enjoyed it. 🥰

Now that I'm at the end, I'm thinking about a little sequel about DB Cooper-Loki bossing around Mobius😏😏

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[amhrosia]

My Sun, My Moon, My Stars Pt. 1/? (Bucky x Reader)

1.6k Words // Masterlist // Requests are OPEN :)

Summary: After a mission gone wrong with the Avengers, you’re more than glad to see everyone made it out safely. That is, until you look down and see the blood stain spreading across your torso.

(Warnings: angst, mentions of blood, mentions of death, gunshot wound, did I mention angst?)

No one thinks about dying when they're young. Not really. Every young person in the world is convinced that they’re invincible until one day, they wake up and realize that their youth is slipping, that their back is aching for no apparent reason, and that one day, any day, any minute, they could take their last breath and succumb to the sweet kiss that death offers to the masses as they start their walk into the afterlife.

This macabre idea, however, was not on your mind when your arm nearly caught fire in the old, abandoned warehouse on Cherry Chapel Lane in Amhurst, Massachusetts. The mission had been going swimmingly until that moment. Get in, get the target, get out. Simple instructions given by Tony, who was keeping watch of the area while the rest of the Avengers carried out their supposedly simple mission.

The intel Tony received on the Hydra base was from a solid, reliable source, so the attitude of the team going in was less-than-prepared, to say the least. You found out rather quickly that the intel was dead wrong. Rather than the six barely armed and untrained foot soldiers you’d been expecting, the warehouse was filled with highly intelligent and deadly accurate gunmen. To say that you and the team had busted through the ceiling, only to be met with rapid fire machine guns and flaming cannons, was putting it lightly. You were all getting your asses handed to you.

It was a complete mess, and you were hidden in a corner, trying like hell to shoot as many Hydra agents as possible and locate an exit.

“FUCK,” you yelped into your earpiece, “If that had gone any more wrong, I’d need a metal arm like Tin-Man has.”

You were still shaking the burn out of your left hand when Bucky’s voice responded through the speaker, “What happened to ‘easy-peasy-lemon-squeezy, y/n’? Can’t take the heat?”  

Heat flooded your cheeks as you smiled at his teasing tone.  

“Okay, lovebirds, now’s not the time to have wicked com sex. Has anyone found a viable exit?” Natasha’s voice rang in your ear. She was right, this was not the time to get distracted by Bucky’s silky-smooth, velvety voice. There would be plenty of time for that later.  

“I’m kind of in the middle of something,” Steve grunted as he shielded himself from an onslaught of bullets, “Language, y/n.”

“Sorry, Steve.”

You reloaded your gun quickly and snuck a peak around the stack of palettes you’d been hiding behind. To your left you could see Natasha shooting at Hydra agents while standing back-to-back with Peter, who was doing his best to incapacitate people with his web shooters. Steve was in the middle of the warehouse fighting off two soldiers. Thor and Loki were out of your line of sight, but you could hear Loki’s arrogant laughter as sparks and lightning spouted off in every direction.  

Your eyes searched for Bucky, who was obviously the most vulnerable in situations that dealt with Hydra. There were bullets flying in every direction and the fire that you’d almost burned your arm in was beginning its slow, seductive crawl up the wooden beams that kept the warehouse standing up straight.  

A horrible thought crossed your mind, making you feel sick. If the fire got to the ceiling, the entire building could collapse with everyone still inside. Everything was going so terribly wrong.

“We need to get out of here!” You screamed into the com, watching the fire make its way up the side of the building.  

“Don't worry, Iron Man is here to save your sorry asses, again. I’ll cover you guys at the East exit. Get out. Now. Run.” Tony’s tone was confident, joking even, but he'd used his serious “dad” voice, which made you feel worse about how very un-serious you had been about this mission before it started going downhill.  

You glanced towards the exit Tony had mentioned, waiting for the blast that would make a sizeable hole in Hydra’s never-ending slew of soldiers.  

“Brace yourselves, people!” Tony yelled.

You ducked your head as the entire building shook with the blast. Ash and wood shavings rained down on your head and the familiar stench of blood and death surrounded you, nearly swallowing you whole.

Bucky resurfaced in your mind. Is this what he experienced every hour of every day when he was the Winter Soldier? Would this push him back into the shell you had spent months coaxing him out of?  

You shook your head, clearing your thoughts. You’d have to table those thoughts for later when everyone you loved wasn’t in danger of being shot to death or crushed by the feeble and burning walls of the warehouse.

You peeked around the corner. There was an opening that led to the exit. You took a deep breath and began to sprint.

Your legs carried you across the warehouse as you tried to avoid running on top of dead soldiers. Bullets were still flying in every direction and you kept your head ducked as you found the exit. The wood above you was beginning to disintegrate. You began to turn, wanting to make sure that everyone else had made it out before you, but the ceiling gave out before you got the chance.  

Two familiar arms wrapped around your waist and hoisted you backwards out of the way of the flames and decay. You fell into a strong, hard chest with a grunt. Even after hours of fighting, sweating, and bleeding, Bucky’s musky scent grounded you. He felt like safety. He felt like home. You rested your hand on his metal one, letting the coolness of the metal relieve the burn that was sure to blister.

Bucky was breathing hard as he set you down near the rest of the team.  

“Hey, handsome.” You smiled, looking over his ashy face for cuts or bruises.  

“Hey doll,” he responded, smirking, “Are you okay?”  

“Yeah, just a small burn,” you said, holding up your left hand for him to examine.

“Is everyone okay?” You asked, glancing around at the other members of the group, silently adding up the headcount to make sure everyone was accounted for, “I almost didn’t make it out.”

You let out a stunted laugh, waiting for a witty reply from Tony or Steve. Bucky inhaled sharply, causing your eyebrows to furrow. Everyone in the group was looking at you with horror in their eyes.  

“Geez, guys. I was joking.” You held your arms out in question. When no one replied, you looked at Bucky, whose wild eyes were focused on your stomach.

Your hands flew to your torso. An immediate wetness coated the fingers that brushed over your left side. You looked down and couldn’t fully understand what you were seeing at first. To the right of your ribs was a hole, the size of a small seed. A warm sensation began to crawl up your body, making the hair on the back of your neck stand. A crimson stain was slowly making its way across your shirt.

The world around you had gone quiet. You looked up, expecting to see the group still gawking at you, but there was a sudden flurry of movement that you couldn’t keep up with. Everything was happening too fast, and you were so, so tired. Even blinking felt like an effort you couldn’t muster the energy for. You sank to your knees, losing your balance in the process, and ended up lying flat on your back. There was a full moon out. How did you not notice that it was a full moon?

‘Where’s Bucky? I need Bucky.’ You thought, searching in the haze for the familiar face of the man that you loved.

A small pressure was being placed on your stomach as you focused on the stars above you. You could faintly hear yelling, but the stars were so beautiful that you tuned them out. Why was no one talking about the stars?  

A sudden and alarming bright light faltered your focus. Steel blue eyes stared into your own.  

You smiled. You’d know those eyes anywhere. They belonged to your beloved Bucky. The man who owned your very soul. But why did they look so scared? Why were they crying?  

“Bucky.” You mumbled, reaching up to rest your hand on his wet cheek. A warm glow had overcome your entire body. It was getting hard to breathe.  

Bucky’s mouth was moving, but the world had long since gone silent for you. The sharp angles of his face were becoming more and more fuzzy. A white light haloed Bucky’s head. You took as deep a breath as you could muster. Everything was numb, but you finally understood what was happening. You finally understood the worry in his eyes.

‘I’m dying.’ You thought, tears welling in your eyes, ‘I don’t want to die. We didn’t get enough time together. I love him. Please, please, no.’  

You were pleading with whoever would listen, but the world around you was beginning to fade. It became clear to you that no one was listening and that this moment with Bucky would be your last.

“I’m so tired, Bucky.” You mumbled, a tear falling down the side of your face into the grass beneath you. You gently closed your eyes, using your last bit of energy to squeeze the hand that was pressed into your wound.  

“I love you, James.”

As the last bit of light faded, you hoped that you’d said it loud enough for him to hear. He needed to know that your dying words were meant for him. That he was the beginning and the end for you. That he was the sun, the moon, and the stars of your universe. That there was love in this dark, cruel world and that he held all of yours in his hands.

‘Bucky. Bucky. Bucky.’ You repeated in your brain, until even thinking became too much effort, and you drifted off into the most restful sleep you’d ever experienced.  

No one thinks about dying when they're young, not really, not unless they have to.

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[namjoon-koya]

Hey there, I just LOVE your work with avengers x daughter!reader so I had a request for you...I'm sorry if it's too much..

Could you write an imagine where the reader is the daughter of Stephen Strange. She never went to school but learnt magic with her dad and became an avenger. She was best friends with Peter and was also secretly crushing on him, and was always open to her dad about this but she couldn't tell Peter because he was always telling her stuff about MJ so her dad encourages her into confessing to Peter and she actually ends up with him?

(A/N: dude I haven’t done a marvel request in a while 🥺 but this request is really cute so I’ll do it!!)

Warning: maybe just the reader feeling insecure, but that’s about it.

Being the daughter of a sorcerer was pretty amazing if you do say so yourself, it’s not everyday where a teenager learns magic and uses it against criminals. It also wasn’t everyday where a teenager would join the avengers along side with their father, Steven Strange was your father it was always the both of you, but he would always be busy with being a doctor and everything UNTIL he got into a car accident and was put in the hospital. He wasn’t the same after that.. the car accident messed up his hands badly and his career just vanished before his eyes, until he went on a trip to the Himalayas and found his purpose again. He came back home only to show you what he learned there and told you everything about what happened, after that he moved you into the house where he was trained since now he was the new master for the sorcerers there.

You stopped going to school, but that didn’t mean you’d stop getting an education your father was smart so he taught you eveything he knew. He even taught you magic it amazed him how quickly you learned even Wong was impressed “She might become the new master in the future.” He would always say to Strange which made him proud he knew you’d be amazing if you did. After teaching you everything he knew about magic he decided to introduce you to the avengers, EVERYONE was shocked that he even had a daughter “so why didn’t we know about her?” Tony asked “it wasn’t necessary for you guys to know especially since she didn’t know any magic like I did.” He simply responded.

Everyone become like a close family to you, Steve taught you about his era and even how to draw which was amazing since his drawings looked very realistic. Natasha was like a mother to you, she’d given you so much advise and even how to fight (but you never liked fighting against her since she’d always win.) Thor was like a fun uncle you two broke so many rules and he’d even challenge you to see who could eat the most PopTarts (yeah you’re losing this one too.) Bucky was a bit harder to get close to, he wasn’t sure of himself or anyone else besides Steve, Steve didn’t tell you everything about his past only that Bucky endured a lot of painful things which made him not able to trust people quickly. He slowly did start trusting you afterwards when you talked to him more and showed him the magic your father taught you.

Then there was Peter Parker who was around your age, the both of you became friends quickly when Tony introduced him to you. The both of you shared the same interests in things and whenever Peter was having trouble you’d be the person he would always text or call. It was only a few months later did you realize your feelings for him, but unfortunately Peter always talked about a girl in his class named MJ. At first you tried not showing your feelings about it, but everytime he mentioned her name you couldn’t help; but just roll your eyes. It was obvious he liked her if he mentioned her all the time, you started spending less time with him always saying “I need to go study more spells.” Or “Sorry I’m spending time with my dad.” When really you were sulking around the avengers tower.

You were sitting near Bucky as you had a notebook in your lap as you drew a sketch of him, he never really cared if you drew him he was always happy to see the results when you were done. This time though something was off you were glaring down at the paper and you were pressing your pencil so hard onto the sheet of paper “Y/N is something wrong?” He asked you finally looked away from the sketch and looked at him “n-no! What why would you say that?” You ask nervously. “Well.. you seem to be really.. rough with the paper and I could hear you often mumble some words.” Shit why did you always forget he was a super soldier and he could hear things so easily?! “Have you ever.. liked someone?” You asked brining the notebook a bit higher to your face so Bucky wouldn’t see you blushing “Y/N why are you asking me this? Seriously what’s going on?” He asked.

“Finnne! You can’t tell anyone! S-So.. I’ve been liking Peter for a while and-“ Bucky quickly interrupts you “the spider..kid?” He asked. You sighed “Yes Bucky the Spider-Kid anyways.. I’ve been liking him for a while, but I think he likes someone else.” You frown sadly “he’s always mentioning their name when they have absolutely nothing to do with our conversation so I’ve-“ suddenly you hear someone come into the room you quickly shut your mouth and pull the notebook up to your face again. “and here I thought I was alone in the avengers tower.” You heard Loki say as he sat next to you.

“We were having a conversation.” Bucky said to him while crossing his arms “oh? Do enlighten me about this conversation.” Loki said sarcastically.

Bucky then starts arguing against Loki as Loki only argues against him, you let out a sigh before getting up from the couch and leaving to your room. Once you get to your room you set your notebook down before throwing yourself onto your bed and whine into your pillow, it was so frustrating. You wanted to tell Peter how you felt, but he already liked someone and you were scared that you’d ruin the friendship between the both of you. You got up from your bed and you summoned a portal to where your father was, you stepped inside the portal as you did it closed right behind you.

“Dad?” You called out to him as you did so suddenly you saw your father’s red cape quickly rush to you before wrapping itself around you, you giggled “I missed you too pal.” You saw your father walk down the stairs “Y/N? What are you doing here?” He asked as his cape returned back to him. “I just.. wanted to see you it’s been 2 days since I’ve last seen you.” Your father smiled at you gently “I know and I’m sorry.. I’ve been busy with the other sorcerers and helping them master magic.” You nodded “it’s okay.. I actually wanted to talk to you about something.” You said before going over to sit down, your father followed behind you as he sat down across from you.

Two cups of tea summoned before you both “thank you.” You said taking a sip “You’re welcome now what’s wrong Y/N?” Your father asked. You let out a sigh “you know Peter Parker right?” He nodded “that spider-kid right?” You rolled your eyes “Yes.. well we’ve been best friends for a long time and you know we get along pretty well and I’d say we have similar taste in things and well.. I-I’m in love with him, but I don’t think he likes me.” Your father didn’t interrupt you as he carefully listened to every word you said “he keeps mentioning someone else and I can’t help, but get jealous y’know? I try not to because I don’t want to ruin our friendship, but.. I just really care about him and I want to tell him; but I’m afraid..” you said lowering your gaze down to the ground.

“Afraid? Afraid of what sweetie?” Your father asked “of getting rejected.. or him wanting to stop being friends with me..” you said bringing your knees close to your chest your father quickly gets up and wraps his arms around you “Y/N.. it’s okay to be afraid, but I think you should tell him.”

“But what if he doesn’t like me?” You asked.

“Sometimes not everyone we love will be in our future Y/N, but if you don’t tell him how will you know if he does or doesn’t love you?” He was right, even if Peter didn’t like you like that at least you would know.. “Thank you dad.. I’m going to tell him then.” You said getting up from your chair you summoned a portal to your room before you leave you quickly jump into his arms and give him a hug “thank you dad for the advice.” You say to him he hugs you back gently stroking your hair “of course Y/N I’ll be at the avengers tower soon.” He said letting you go. You nodded before stepping inside the portal and close it, you send Peter a message asking him to come to your room once he was done with school for the day.

While you waited you felt yourself getting nauseous as seconds and minutes passed by what if he wasn’t coming? What if he stopped being friends with you because you didn’t hang out with him anymore? Suddenly you heard your door click open you looked up and saw Peter his faced was flushed as he was breathing heavily “I-I got your text what’s up?” He asked He came running to you? Why would he even do that? You didn’t know what to say you only grabbed your pillow and held it against your face don’t cry, don’t cry! You kept shouting to yourself “p-please turn around Peter.” You mumbled against your pillow. Peter gave you a questionable look before turning around, you slowly pulled the pillow away from your face.

“A-And don’t interrupt me.. please?” You saw him nod “I’ve.. liked you for a long time Peter-“ you saw him tense up “I know it’s awkward, but I need to tell you that I really love you Peter you’ve become such a good friend to me especially when I didn’t have anyone around who was my age, you’ve shown me how to be happy and how to have a fun time-“ your lips trembled “a-and if you don’t like me back that’s okay! I just wanted to let you know because it’s been building up inside of me for a few weeks so-“ before you could finish Peter quickly turned around and pulled you in closer to him before planting his lips onto yours. You gasped against his lips you didn’t expect him to kiss you like that.. and what about MJ? you melted into his kiss his lips were so soft against yours it all felt like a dream..

You both pulled away from each other “P-Peter I thought-“

“Sorry Y/N I’m not really good with my words o-or even showing signs that I like someone.” He said holding you against his chest.

“So.. you liked me all this time? What about MJ?” You asked.

“MJ? She’s just a friend Y/N.. don’t tell me you were jealous.” You pouted as he said that you gently slap his chest “oh hush! Don’t ruin the moment..” you said to him. He laughed while planting a soft kiss on top of your head, you felt your heart flutter “so.. does that mean we’re dating now?” You asked him “if you want to then yes.” Peter said you bury your face into his chest “of course I do dummy I wouldn’t have poured out my feelings like that if I didn’t.”

Bonus!

“See? I told you they’d end up together Rogers.” Tony said to Steve who only scoffed “I thought you were protective of Y/N Tony.” Steve commented back “I am, but Parker is a good kid so I know he’ll treat her right.” While they both bickered Bucky turned his attention to Strange “what about you? How do you feel?” He asked him “I’m happy for her she deserves happiness, but I won’t hesitate to send Peter off to another dimension if he breaks Y/N’s heart.” He said glaring at the TV. Bucky chuckled “I think we’re all on the same page as you.”

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[dontcallmecarrie]

Want to let the Avengers in Downward Descending play "Fuck, Marry, Kill" (or the ace-version "Friend, Cuddle, Kill" ^^) about Justin's oh so evil Circle? Feel free not to - or to let them rant - as your mood allows

If the Avengers were to play... hmm. I'm not sure how that'd look like, actually, because Cabal's meant to be this super-secret thing they don't even know exists for the longest time. At a guess, it'd be a "Tony's rival's friend group" as a rough approximation, which ignores the fact that Justin's sky-high charisma stat means he has a lot of people he's on good terms with. Having said that...

oh, and throwing in the Winter Soldier as an option here too, even if they don't know who he is [yet].

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Bruce:

F—"Why- what even- what kind of team-building activity is this?! Ugh, fine, okay, you do realize anything that gets my pulse past a certain point means whoever I'm with meets the Other Guy, right? Yeah. So... Tony's ex- er, I mean his rival, doesn't seem like he'd be a bad friend. So I'm picking him."

M—"Victor von Doom has diplomatic immunity, do you think he'd punch Ross if I asked him nicely?"

K—"Loki, hands down. Remember that time with the pigeons?"

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Steve:

F—"Natasha, you know who I'm interested in, I'm not saying...that. Um, what's the other option again? Friend? Okay, sure, let's go with that, I'd...hmm. Tactically, Von Doom would be a good choice, I guess, but Hammer, most likely. Tony likes him, so."

M—"Cuddle for me, oh this is a tough one...not sure just how cuddly the Winter Soldier can be, but he's the only one other than Hammer I can stand, so him."

K—"What kind of game is this? Oh, okay. You know what? I have a bone to pick with Loki, I don't know where that music's coming from but I want it to stop. So him, I guess."

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Clint:

F—"How'd you guys rope me into this? Oh, why the hell not...kinda curious about the Winter Soldier, not gonna lie."

M—"Hammer. Nice, responsible, reliable, good with kids, not a bad choice, right?"

K—"I will find Loki and shoot him in the ass for what he did to my last quiver, mark my words."

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Natasha:

F— "not gonna lie, it's a tough choice. Your frien– rival, okay, stop making that face, Tony, you get what I mean— has a lot of eye candy. This is a tough one...Loki. Because shapeshifter, and yes, now stop making that face you asked, I answered."

M—"Hammer. If he were straight, he'd be a DILF by now, isn't that a given?"

K—"toss-up between Whiplash and von Doom. Low-hanging fruit, but let's be honest, those are the best tactical choices, considering."

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Thor:

F—"Ah, you Midgardians have this game as well! Ah...well, obviously if I were to choose a friend, it would be my brother. We have had many successful adventures together in our youth, it would be truly wondrous if we could do so again."

M—"Lord Anthony's rival is truly respectable, and marriages of alliance are a time-honored tradition, are they not?"

K—"If I were to choose...the ruler of Latveria has never answered for his crimes, I suppose."

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bonus-

Tony:

F—"Why are you guys dragging me into this? I'm not even on the team! Ugh, fine, but this is a waste of time...no, I'm not banging anyone in his friend group, I have standards. Hmm...this is probably TMI, but you asked for it: I kinda had a crush on Justin when we were kids, was part of how I started clueing into the bi thing— Steve, are you okay? You don't look so good."

M—"...you now what? Justin. We're rivals, but I also know what makes him tick, and vice versa, we've been playing this game since the preschool days. Good times, good times. Oh— seriously, Steve, do you need water or something? Some air, maybe? When's the last time you ate?"

K—"I keep hearing Caramelldansen every time I turn anything on. I don't know who introduced Loki to rickrolls, but I just wanna talk."

#No Hero [Downward Descending] #I got an ask! #Naught replies #replies