Finna’s screams shook the entire palace as Thor arrived at the doors to her wing. He closed his eyes as the sounds of her entire house being destroyed echoed from within the walls before composing himself and stepping in.
He ducked just in time to miss receiving a sword to the head and turned to see it sticking out of the wood of the door.
“Leave me be, Thor!” she warned.
“Trust me, Father may not be afraid of you but I definitely am!” he smirked.
She threw a ball of energy at him as he knocked it away with his fist. He winced as he shook his hand. “Can we speak?”
“Apparently there’s nothing to speak about!” she hissed.
He glanced around the room, noting that there was absolutely nothing in the residence that she hadn’t destroyed. If he had to guess, she probably let loose with her magic as soon as she stepped through the doors. He then noticed her house staff, hiding and cowering in the doorway to the kitchen. “Perhaps we should find a new decorator for you then?”
She growled as she again raised her hand.
“Hey!” he lifted his hands defensively. “I am not your enemy.”
“You did nothing,” her lip trembled. “No one championed my cause.”
“He is King,” he sighed. “We may not agree with his decisions, but we must obey them.”
“I never wanted this!”
“He is giving you more responsibility, Finn. We will be working together, learning together. We are equals now.”
“I will never be your equal,” she walked over to the stairs and sat. “Sometimes… I want to grab Alrekk and run, never to look back.”
“Please don’t,” he sat beside her. “I need you now, more than ever.”
She rested her head on his shoulder and sighed. “You have even less of a say than I in this.”
“I was just told that the Allfather wants me to marry the love of my life. Who in their right mind would argue with that?”
She rolled her eyes and sighed. “Got a point.”
They were both silent for a moment. “How did he find out?”
She turned to look up at him. “I visited Loki.”
“Loki knows you’re carrying my second child?” he scoffed. “And you’re still alive?”
“I told you before, I have no reason to fear my hu…” she turned away as if in pain. “Loki would never hurt me.”
“I’m sorry, Finn,” he took her hand. “Truly, I am.”
“Thank you,” she again leaned her head against his shoulder and sighed. “I fear for what he might do when he finds out in the morning.”
“As do I,” he rolled his eyes. “Father’s just looking for a reason to kill him at this point.”
“No… Odin wants him to suffer… He’s taken away his freedom, and now he’s taking away his wife. I truly fear for what he might do next.”
“You? Fear something?!” he laughed. “That will be the day!”
“Yeah, well… keep quiet, will you?”
He wrapped his arm around her shoulders and hugged her. “Do you want to marry me?”
“I wanted to marry you the first time I woke up in your arms in your tent on Nidavellir.”
“The choice has been taken out of our hands.”
“Aye,” she sighed. “I’m not sure I’ve ever had a choice. Edel was selected by my father, Loki manipulated the entire situation…”
“You’ve never had a choice, have you?”
He thought things over in his head. “Only with Jane.”
“Your human? What about Sif? You two were together for a long time.”
“It was arranged by our parents a long time ago,” he smiled. “I loved her out of duty and expectation.”
She rolled her eyes. “I completely understand that.”
“If you had a choice…”
“You know I hate to play those games.”
“Who do you think you’d have married?”
“I wouldn’t,” she cocked her eyebrow with a smile. “Marriage is completely overrated, in my experience. If I had my choice I’d have a handful of men at my beck and call.”
He threw his head back in laughter. “You are so much fun, Finn.”
“I used to be,” she sighed. “Now I’m a Princess.”
“You will always be the same amazing Shieldmaiden I met on the practice field all those many years ago.”
She leaned up and kissed him before leaning against him. “Thanks Thor.”
“Now, since you have absolutely no control over the Allfather’s plans, I’m going to go and plead my case.”
“Your case?” she raised her eyebrows.
“I will not be thrown into a marriage neither of us was prepared for. I need time to visit Jane. I just… need time.”
“May you have the angels on your side,” she sighed.
anon requested. Loki’s dramatic ass returning to Midgard to pull some shit again and Thor coming to Midgard with Loki’s spouse in hopes that they can put an end to his shenanigans before he starts hurting everyone
You felt like you were back in 2012, watching Loki descend to Midgard in hopes of returning as the king of another realm.
After Thor was crowned king of Asgard, Loki starved for rule. In his mind, he was entitled to a throne, royal by blood and the rightful king of somewhere. After failing to acquire Asgard’s throne, he’d decided that Midgard was the next best thing. And with Tony and Steve out of the way, he felt like he had a much better chance of capturing the human race.
You’d woken up alone in the palace in Asgard, Loki long gone. You searched for him, your gowns sweeping the golden floors of the halls, coming up with nothing. Your husband was nowhere to be found, and a sinking realization settled in your stomach.
You ran to your servants that guarded your suite, grabbing one by the wrist.
“Where is Loki? What happened to him?” you snapped, hoping your fears weren’t about to come true.
“Princess,” you corrected, your fear and anger creeping in the edge of your voice.
“Princess Laufeyson, your husband went to the rainbow bridge in the night. He intends to travel to another realm.”
“And you let him go!?” You shouted, shaking the guard.
“I am in no position to stop Loki.”
You let go of the man, knowing he was right. Any objection and Loki would have smote him on the spot.
You swallowed hard, turning on your heel and running for the throne room. You threw the door open, the guards moving into position to protect their king that was seated on the throne.
“Get out of my way!” You shouted, parting the sea of golden-armored men.
You ascended to the throne, your breath ragged in your chest, making your shoulders rise and fall erratically.
“Y/N?” Thor stood, his brow knitting together in concern. His large hands wrapped around your arms, seeing the emotion wash over your face.
“It’s Loki. He’s gone to Midgard, he’s desperate for a throne,” you rushed out, looking up to the god for help.
“We’ll go. We will go right now.”
You nodded, thanking him. You didn’t know where to start. You had never been to Midgard, and you weren’t present during Loki’s first attempt at tyrannical rule. Thor was your best bet to stopping Loki before it was too late, and you weren’t one to deny help when necessary.
“I’ll go, stay and rule in my absence,” Thor changed his mind.
“Absolutely not. Loki won’t go with you and you know it. Unless you want seven billion slaves, I’m coming with you,” you stood your ground to the god of thunder.
The tension could’ve been sliced with a knife, everyone in the throne room holding their breath.
“You’re right. Valkyrie,” Thor nodded at his right-hand, and she tipped her head in acknowledgement.
You changed into armor, gold protecting your body from harm. Iridescent black fabric flowed fluidly with your movements, making you look even more like the goddess you were. You crossed the rainbow bridge with Thor, daggers strapped to your forearms, your fingertips brushing against diamond-encrusted handles.
“Can you handle this? You haven’t seen him when...”
“Don’t doubt me. I’m strong. I can handle Loki,” you sharply cut off Thor’s concern, stepping into the bifrost.
You were surrounded by skyscrapers, their lights shining through thick fog. You could feel everything-- the dirty city and the panic running through its people.
“Where is he?” you asked, and Thor shook his head.
“I don’t know. Let’s try the capital.”
You were running, your feet slapping the damp pavement. You inhaled smoky air, noises of cabs flying past you, screaming in your ears. You could feel him. Loki’s magic and power surged through you like a second heartbeat. You could also feel the fear of his newfound subjects, making your nerves feel raw and your breath tight.
You rounded the corner, seeing Loki standing atop a flight of stairs, hundreds of trembling Midgardians on their knees before him.
“Loki!” You screamed.
The god’s head lifted, his gaze connecting with yours. His blue eyes were blown black, making him look even more dangerous. Thor followed you to Loki’s makeshift throne, horrified at the people kneeling before the malevolent god.
“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” you hissed, glaring at your husband.
“You cannot speak to me-”
“I can do whatever I want. I am not your slave, not like these people.”
His eyes widened, and he stood up to his full height, towering over you. You didn’t back down, your body buzzing with anxiety and emotion.
“Stand down. I am ascending my throne. It is my birthright!”
“You have no right to this realm. Leave these people and come to Asgard!”
He raised his hands at you, and you drew the knives sheathed at your arms.
“You will not threaten me!” Your heart was racing in your chest, your blade pressed to the base of his throat, unprotected by armor.
“Don’t make me do this,” you breathed, staring into his eyes.
“You will submit to me, as will these pathetic Midgardians. I wanted for you to rule at my side, but if you are to stand in my way, I will bring you to your knees,” he snarled, grabbing your wrist.
You slid a metal circle into your palm, slapping Loki’s neck before he could react. A collar wrapped around his throat, his eyes widening in fury. His magic was useless with the TVA’s collar around his neck, and you held the key. He couldn’t fight against you, not with your power or your daggers pointed at him.
The trance on the people broke, and you felt the city exhale. Thor grabbed Loki, and the three of you headed for Asgard.
“Bring him to Valhalla,” you spoke to Thor, barely glancing at Loki. He tried to plead with you, manipulate you to remove the collar from his neck.
“No, no! Y/N you can’t just keep me in Valhalla—” Loki protested, dragged away while you stood on the rainbow bridge, the golden city laid out before you.
You wrapped your arms around yourself, staring out at your kingdom. The weight on your chest was crushing, seeing the god you loved succumbing to an evil, cruel whim. You’d heard of his past, but you believed in a brighter future. You’d been foolish, and ignored the signs of him building up to an insane entitlement.
The wind blew through your clothes, cold against your skin. You drew in a deep breath of the clean air, letting it fill your lungs.
You finally walked to the castle, the streets quiet in the night. Guards and servants bowed to you as you made your way to Valhalla.
Outside of the black doors, you excused the guards, making sure no one was around to hear you.
“Loki,” you spoke, your voice full of disappointment.
He raised his head, his bare chest heaving under the weight of his ragged breaths. He knelt naked on the floor, his wrists bound to the floor behind his back. The collar on his neck restricted his ability to escape, and he was helpless before you.
“Y/N,” he whined, his eyes clearly fearful.
“You need to be put in your place. You do not rule Asgard, or Midgard. Loki, you do not rule me.”
He sank into himself as you walked forward, stepping toward him as if he were your prey.
“You do not. I will not have you threaten me with submission like some human who has fallen for your charm. I am a goddess Loki, we are equals. Right now, you will submit to me.”
He nodded tightly, his breath strained as he struggled to breathe. You walked over, grabbing his jaw and forcing him to look up at you. Gold shimmered around you, your clothing disappearing with the magic. Loki whined, pulling his bottom lip between his teeth as he gazed up at you.
“You’re not getting off. You will please me, then I will leave you needy here as long as I desire, until you’ve realized that you’re nothing more than a man with needs,” you hissed, your breath hot against his neck.
Loki was cut off by you slapping him, before gripping his hair and tugging his head up.
“You will not address me so intimately. Be silent.”
You stood over him, dragging his head between your legs. Loki didn’t need further instruction, and he was determined to please you, in hopes of getting out of the torture you planned for him.
His skilled mouth worked at your sex, his tongue sliding through your folds and teasing your clit before fucking inside of you. You leaned forward, one hand flat against the wall for balance, and one hand pulling roughly on his black hair. You kicked his knees apart, preventing himself from any stimulation on his painfully hard cock. The god moaned against you, sending vibrations buzzing through your body.
Your hips rolled forward, riding his mouth, and you pulled him tighter against you. He jerked at the chains around his wrists, longing to guide your hips as he ate you out. Electricity shot through your fingertips into his skin in warning, making Loki cry out in discomfort.
“Just fucking get me off,” you hissed, dragging your nails down his back, leaving red lines in your wake.
Your vision went dark, golden sparks pouring off of you as you came, your knees going weak. Your scream echoed off of the onyx halls of Valhalla, mixing with Loki’s choked cry as you yanked him off of you.
His head fell forward, his chest heaving as he inhaled deep breaths, his face glistening from your arousal. He looked beautiful, and weak all at once. Loki’s gaze was wounded, and he jerked against his restraints fruitlessly, a silent beg for you to give him back his magic and let him touch you.
“You’re going to stay here until every entitled desire is out of your system. If I can bring you to your knees and make you cry like a pathetic slut, you are in no shape to rule a realm.”
Loki screamed as the heavy doors slammed shut behind you, closing the god in the tombs of the Valkyrie, powerless, needy, and restrained.
“Do not let him out. Not until I come for him,” you ordered the guards, who nodded obediently.
You joined Thor on the throne, draped in gold and surrounded by your subjects, kneeling for you and praising their goddess.
Alone in MY rooms - even his scent was gone thanks to the constant intrusion of my guards - I tried to puzzle out what Frigga could mean when she told me I should choose myself when a choice had to be made. Loki had accused me of keeping part of myself hidden from him and he’d been right, I had, but it wasn’t something I’d done knowingly - magic as I’ve said is vast and multifaceted. It also continues to evolve.
Perhaps mine grew as it did because of my love of reading - when I read my husband’s face - I could SEE what he’d told Thor on Midgard. Since I knew Loki better than I knew anyone else, or so I thought, it was simpler to read him - as my powers grew - so would this one.
But Frigga’s words made no sense, not even with my ever growing and changing magic. Choosing myself over what? Surely NOT Loki and our love. How could I ever choose myself and abandon him? Why would I?
I grew used to my new routine. The guards almost faded into the background. Odin’s demands and questions became rote. Nothing truly bothered me much, the burning threat of tears even stopped. I grew numb to it all - my only solace was in knowing that somewhere out THERE Loki was alive.
I once thought about how slow time moved and it did again - without Loki beside me, without his body next to mine - duplicate or HIM, it made no difference now - time felt like it stood still. I felt trapped by my inability to move forward, so I fell into my memories.
Our time on Midgard, so long ago, became my first refuge. After our first hours, locked skin on skin, then the bath - he’d dressed me, as a lady’s maid would he told me.
“Here we’d be considered very wealthy,” he murmured, his lips ghosting my ear. “And you, as Lady Sigyn, would have a maid who would assist you with your wardrobe,” his fingers danced along my bare skin, wreaking havoc on my thoughts, and making it difficult to pay attention to his instruction. “I have no plans to hire anyone to interfere with our time alone, my darling.” Eyes fluttering shut, teeth worrying my lower lip, and a certainty building that we’d never NOT be alone. “I guess that means I’ll have to take up the chore,” I’d laughed, breathless and free, sure that he’d rise to a different occasion rather than DRESS me.
Yet dress me, he had. From the skin out, slowly and intimately, and I felt fairly certain that a lady’s maid would have been more efficient, but I’d have had a tantrum if he’d chosen to give over the task to one. Once dressed, he’d quickly manage his own with a flash, unfairly denying me my own fun, and then he’d take me out to show me the wonders that London had to share with me.
Food, wine, plays and shows - he took me dancing and he even kept our word to Margaret and Elizabeth, insisting we dine with them at least once. Always returning to our rooms at the Langham - where he’d drop his show of wealthy Midgardian Lord as easily as we’d shed our layers and then like a predatory wolf, hungry for far more than any delicacy that could be had during a meal at one of the many eateries - he’d hunt me.
So lost in my thoughts, memories of better times with Loki and our love, I didn’t hear the warning raised. Not until the guard announced that once again Odin wished to see me. Of course he did, I thought - another audience - another round of questioning.
We weren’t alone this time, which was a new development. As was the undercurrent of tension, Frigga stood rigid, her jaw locked and her eyes tight. Fear crawled up my spine like the cold chill that I associated with Loki’s disclosure that last night - kneeling before Odin, I tried to calm myself - reminding myself that to show him I was afraid would never do.
“There she is,” he ground out, looking down at me as if I were judged guilty and ready to be sentenced - a flash of warning of what was coming I later knew. “Rise, LADY SIGYN, WIFE OF LOKI.” My breath caught, but I stood, back straight and chin up, meeting his gaze head on. “You are proud of your title, are you not?”
“My title of -” biding time, trying to learn what precisely was going on - I needed more time. Odin was harder to read for me.
“WIFE,” he spat out. “Wife of a traitor. Wife of a terrorist.”
My lips were dry as was my throat. “Terrorist?” What had he done? “I have no idea -”
“LIES,” Odin growled. “You said he lived, you knelt before me and gloated about his survival.” I hadn’t, all I’d done is been certain, but clearly the king wasn’t in a generous or logical mood. “You had to have known this was his plan all along -”
“What plan?” Quiet and calm, I managed to keep calm, the quiet was simply due to lack of moisture. “What -”
“You will not be here to continue to aid him in his madness -” What? “Since you are so certain of him, so LOYAL, I feel it best to remove you from his side.” A death sentence - I felt weak and knew my face had lost all color. “A banishment - to the very place YOUR husband TRIED to rule and destroy, but more so, Frigga will take away -”
I missed the rest, so shocked that I wouldn’t forfeit my life. So sure I’d been that I’d die that I lost the thread of what Frigga would remove from me. What I’d lose -
Frigga and I had very little time, and it wasn’t alone, but she pressed something into my hand before she kissed my forehead maternally and whispered too quietly for me to hear her. And then, as if I were falling asleep - everything went dark.
I woke to find Loki bare beside me - lying on top of the blankets, skin as pale and toned as it had been on the first time he sat still and allowed me to trace his lines - only now I understood why he was cooler to the touch than I, why his temperature was the perfect compliment to my heat. As I drank in the vision of him in repose, peaceful and serene, a flash of uncertainty came over me. Distrust ran up my spine as cold as his cheek had grown under my hand when he’d shown me what he insisted was his true form - and I slid out of our bed.
My husband’s powers were as vast as Frigga had always said magic could be - and far different from my own, another interesting facet of magic - how it manifested differently for each practitioner. Frigga and Loki were quite similar, as parent and child it was to be expected - even if he was adopted - and one of the ways their magic manifested was through illusion and duplication - of themselves. Bile rose in my throat as I felt the horror of realization strike me - HE promised he was HERE, and while TRUE in a sense, it was still a LIE.
I was dressed and curled in the window seat, my head leaning against the chill of the glass as the dawn broke - nothing below in the garden seemed amiss, but here, in our rooms nothing was at all right. Had anything ever BEEN?
Loki - or at least a part of him - woke slowly and took note quickly that he was alone on our bed. He found me just as quickly, sitting up with temptation ready on his silver tongue - but I sighed and shook my head before he could utter it.
“Have you ever actually shared our bed with me?” I couldn’t look at him - this version of him, not yet. “The REAL you, I mean.”
“Darling,” his reflection looked confused, perfect actor that even his duplicate could be. “What are you talking about?” He held out his hand and I knew he was about to tell me to come back to bed, but I cut him off at the pass.
“You accused me, when I was given the trip to Midgard with you, of forgetting my powers,” a humorless laugh managed to break free. “Apparently it happens to me quite often, I forgot YOUR powers, my prince.” Mirror Loki’s jaw tensed, but I continued. “I went to your mother, upset that we haven’t been blessed with a child -” his head dropped to his lap. “I assumed I was at fault,” my eyes burned. “Perhaps it’s simply because I’ve been sharing our bed with your duplicate all these years.”
“Or because I’m a monster, Sigyn -” I shook my head and another dark laugh came out. “You ignore it because you wish to pretend it doesn’t matter -”
“I ignore it because it doesn’t,” I bit out. “You change the subject because it suits your case, Loki.” I turned away from the window and finally met his gaze. “THIS,” gesturing at the naked form that was an exact copy of the prince I adored, “ISN’T the REAL YOU, IS IT?”
He swallowed hard, I could see his Adam’s apple bob. “I can feel everything this body does, my love,” the tears that had threatened to fall finally did. “Please, Sigyn, you must understand -”
I felt like I was losing my mind. “I MUST understand?” Now that they started, I couldn’t stop them, my face was awash with the dampness of my pain. “I MUST understand that you find a throne - a chance at being KING more important than ME? Than US?” I was breaking apart inside. “You’ve just caused me to call into question every moment that we’ve had together, Loki, every single second - if you LIED to me about being HERE now, then were you EVER HERE?”
“Sigyn,” quiet and simple, yet I couldn’t help but hear every single person who had warned me against him. My parents, all those women who had simpered and whispered - who I had thought were just jealous of my good fortune, Thor’s own friends, all telling me that Loki couldn’t be trusted. That HE above all others should be denied. And here was the proof. “Please?”
“Please?” I gasped, a sob building. “Please?” I collapsed to the floor of our room, gown a puddle around me. “Please, what? Please forget that out of EVERYONE who warned me off of you - only YOUR OWN FAMILY, Thor and Odin included, told me that you were WORTHY of me. That you’ve made me a fool and yet, here I sit, loving you still?” He moved to get off the bed, but I sobbed harder and begged him to NOT come to me. “If you ever loved me, DON’T.”
Loki - the version that was with me in our rooms - magically dressed himself and stayed put on our bed while I cried myself out. Once I managed to regain some semblance of composure, my posture returned, but I remained on the floor.
“Where are you?” My eyes met his across the distance I’d requested we keep. He started to answer with the simple and obvious one, but I shook my head. “WHERE ARE YOU?”
“Odin has fallen into a bout of Odinsleep,” he was quiet, thoughtful, and as careful as I had been when he showed me the Frost Giant just below his surface. “I’m with Mother, and I’ll act as King in his stead.”
A huff of humorless laughter, would I ever regain a true sense of humor? “I’m sure that gives you no joy,” poor Frigga. “How is your mother?”
“At his side,” of course, as a wife and partner should be. “She assures me that I AM her son.”
I would say I told him so, but why? “Is that the ONLY place you are?” I know Loki, or think I do. His eyes flash and tell me he was unaware of how well I do know my husband. “Shocked?”
“Impressed, my love.” A smile or smirk lurks just behind his serious mouth. “I’ve found Thor - Fath- ODIN,” old habits, perhaps die hard, “has banished him to Midgard.” Of course, where could be worse to one of OUR kind? “He’s miserable, he cannot wield Mjølnir.”
“And you went to offer him -” studying my husband - copy or not, it was still a part of him - I knew precisely what Loki offered him. “Mischief indeed. You’ve told him Odin is dead.”
“How did you -” His eyes narrowed. “Wife, have you been hiding pieces of yourself from me?”
The smile that grew across my face startled him. “Whyever would you think that, husband?”
The piece of Loki that was with me left, to rejoin the main part of my husband - frustrated and angry with me - but since I was less than pleased with him, I couldn’t be too fussed with making amends. I went to find Frigga, to sit with her and Odin - to lend her my comfort and to hopefully find some of my own.
He had made you turn around in his lap to discuss the details of the plan brewing in your mind but also distract you so he could get down to business sooner.
“Do we need a safe word?”
Thor’s deep chuckle at your choice of words travelled straight to your core as his fingertips travelled down your spine, leaving goose bumps in their wake.
“You’re very funny, my love.”
“That I am. You’re lucky you have me.”
“Indeed. I don’t know what I’d do without you.”
Such an honest confession from this fifteen-hundred-year-old God had your heart melt.
“No no we’re not getting mushy Thor, it’s supposed to be sensual.”
He agreed and sat up straight, the sudden compliance made you think if at all he’d ever be on board with one of your fantasies.
“Umm, I have a question. Do you like it when I take control?”
You felt self-conscious for a second before the eager spark in Thor’s eyes wiped it all away, excitement running through you as he nodded.
“I absolutely love it, my beautiful dove. Maybe we should try it more often.”
You pretended to think before pulling him in for a short kiss which turned into a lingering one as his hands drew your clothed core closer to his bulge, making his presence known.
“And what about lingerie? Yes, or no?”
“You look perfect in everything you wear.”
“As long as it’s not interfering.”
“Do you like it when I pull your hair, my love?”
“Ugh, yes. I love it!”
“Okay, what else?” You wondered, scratching your nails lightly against the back of his neck.
“This is bringing out a rather interesting side of you, my sweet.”
You winked as he caressed your cheek with the back of his hand. Just discussing it all was enough to send your adrenaline into overdrive.
Gearing up for a marathon indeed.
The bedroom was fading away into nothingness as your languid kisses turned fervent. Lips moving in harmony, tasting and exploring one another, tracing a familiar path.
Clothes a tangled mess, you hummed against Thor’s mouth as he laid you against the plush cushioned couch. His considerably larger frame looming over you before he met your eyes, a heady mixture of desire and love swimming in his electric blues.
Your legs parted willingly to accommodate him, the sweatshirt you wore rolling up enough to let your core meet the tent in his pants. Thor sucked in a sharp breath as your hips rose up for more friction.
“I thought you wanted to take it slow.”
“Maybe I don’t now…this is slow enough.”
Your voice came out a needy whine, adding to Thor’s amusement as he swiped his thumbs over your covered nipples before placing open-mouthed kisses over the fabric until they hardened. He was moving south, hands replacing where his mouth was as the pliant flesh of your breasts moulded against his touches.
When your hips lifted off the couch a second time, he pushed them down firmly, eyes flashing a silent warning for you to obey.
You thought he’d discard the piece of clothing, instead he revealed your belly, bunching up the sweatshirt around your middle. His tongue teasing your belly button as he parted your legs wider, getting off the couch and kneeling before pulling you to the edge as it wasn’t large enough to accommodate his size.
Securing your legs over his shoulders, Thor turned his head to place a small kiss on your ankle as he continued the path towards your awaiting core. Your breathing picked up as he trailed a wet line of kisses, finally reaching your inner thigh where he nipped the skin lightly, emitting a whine from you.
"Shh, don't worry, I'll take very good care of you, love."
And taking care of you he did.
Licking a thick strip up your slit with enough pressure to have your back arch off the back of the sofa with a gasp. Thor repeated the action a few times, keeping his eyes on every reaction of yours before his mouth closed on your bundle of nerves.
Pulling your folds apart, he exposed more of the sensitive flesh for him to feast on. Your hands found home in his shorter hair, pulling on the ends, guiding and encouraging his movements as desperate moans left your lips.
Moving over to tend to your entrance, Thor plunged his tongue inside all the while thumbing your clit, never leaving it unattended. He revelled in the way you tasted, like he always had, relishing you like his favourite meal and making sure to bring you utmost pleasure.
Sensing you were close as your hips thrust up against his face, he brought his hands up to fondle your breasts while circling his tongue around your clit once more, this time increasing the pace as you cried out loud.
Prying your legs open that threatened to clamp shut to make sure you rode out your orgasm he continued his relentless ministrations.
“Wow. I mean…wow.” You managed to mumble as your heart beat rapidly against your ribcage, tiny muscles in your thighs still twitching.
Thor emerged sporting your arousal all over his lips proudly, crawling over to share it with you as a wave of embarrassment washed over you. It was quickly replaced with an increased desire for your gorgeous man as his tongue battled with yours.
“I’m going for a shower.”
You stood up after him, confused as to why he’d leave with unfinished business that was currently poking at you through his shorts.
“I won’t be long. You stay put; I’m not done with you.”
A wink later he disappeared into your bedroom towards the attached bath, leaving you and your throbbing pussy waiting for more.
Guess you’d have to work some more on that patience he spoke about.
Fifteen minutes seemed hour-like as you tried but failed to obey your God of mind-blowing sex-skills and thunder. Lounging on the sofa had transferred onto your bed as you mindlessly went through your phone, trying to get your mind off of things but you needed more.
A collection of countless shirtless pictures of Thor served as a perfect means of spending your idle time, however it turned into something else rather quickly. Unconsciously, your hand travelled down your body to stroke yourself and try to relieve some of the ache left by the Asgardian till he returned. You were toying with your folds when the bathroom door flung open, it was as if he knew you were misbehaving.
“Were you touching yourself without my permission?”
Avoiding his gaze, you sat up against the headboard, waiting for him to say something trying to ignore the pounding of your heart and the desire that pooled in your belly. He let the low-hung towel fall away from his dripping wet physique.
“You want to try that again, little dove?”
Exuding all that was raw masculinity, Thor crawling over your tiny frame and flipped you over on your front. When you sat up to remove the sweatshirt, he made a disgruntled sound.
“I’m just helping you.”
“I’ll decide that, not you.”
You had to admit the sense of authority with which he spoke was hot, every now and then you enjoyed being put in your place. Pushing you down against the pillows, he brought your hands behind and held them together by the wrists with one while his other hand pulled your ass up for display.
"If you're going to act like a little brat then I'm going to treat you like a little brat."
With that, a sharp slap across your right butt cheek made you lurch forward with a gasp. To even things out, a strike across your left one was met with another cry as you bit your bottom lip, whimpering already.
“You don’t touch yourself without my permission, little dove. Do you understand?”
Another smack. This time to remind you how to properly address him when he was in control.
“Yes, my King.”
You knew it was the right answer when he smoothed your tingling skin gently.
“Part your legs for me.”
You obeyed immediately, wanting to please your lover. Thor’s thick fingers found your slit, dripping for him already as he smirked, relishing in the effect he had on you.
He palmed your cunt, spreading your juices around, slapping your butt once more when he found your hips pushing back in desperation.
“Please, my King.”
“Go on, tell me what you need, my dove.” His baritone sending shivers down your spine as you gulped and looked over your shoulder.
“I want your fingers in me.”
A chuckle that reverberated deep in his chest made your pussy clench onto nothing, that was until his fingers halted at your channel for a second before pushing in, two at once. With minimum resistance, Thor began massaging your walls with expertise, feeling you resist the urge to push back against them as you bit your bottom lip harder.
The more he impaled, he felt your legs start to twitch making him stop. There was no point in whining, you knew better than that by now, so you simply waited.
“What? No needy cries?”
“I want to be a good girl for my King.”
Your whispered admission made Thor’s cock jump, eager to be buried in your warmth. Taking pity, he plunged his fingers back in, this time increasing his speed and hitting all the right spots. Your legs starting to tremble as you felt the coil in your belly tighten.
"Look at you, I've only started using my fingers and you're already shaking."
The response you mustered crossed between a ‘yes’ and a strangled moan as he brought you closer to climax. Just when you were ready to let go, he pulled out it his fingers again.
"I don't care how good it feels, you'd better not cum until I tell you to."
Flipping you back over, Thor picked you up in his arms and carried you until a cool surface of the nearby wall hit your flushed back.
Lining himself against your entrance, he pressed his forehead to yours and finally entered you in one swift move. Your walls clenched around his length instantly, craving release at this point as tears prickled in the corners of your eyes.
Pulling all the way out, Thor pushed back in, a deep grunt echoing in the otherwise silent room as he set a slow but brutal pace.
You held onto his broad shoulders and buried your face in his neck as he pushed you up against the wall with every powerful thrust. Your moan got lost into his shoulder, making him pull you back with your hair.
“I know you can be louder than that.”
He carried you back to bed, slipping out of your slick in the process before laying you down gently and entering you again. You shuddered and let your moans slip out uninhibited as he fucked you relentless at this point.
You felt your entire body was on fire, every muscle working towards bringing you to your orgasm as Thor ploughed in and out of your heat with abandon, the air filled with the sinful sounds of skin slapping against skin.
“Cum for me, little dove.”
Your body quivered before your nails dug into his shoulders, your loud cry was followed by your walls fluttering deliciously around his mighty cock. Thor grunted against your hair as he felt you clamp down on him, triggering his own climax.
You felt a surge of warm buzz wash over you, almost electric as he emptied himself, thick ropes of cum painting your walls white as his hips faltered.
"I love the sounds you make when you come undone, my love."
A lazy smile formed on your face as you lay all limbs tangled and sweaty against the sheets, breaths steadying with every passing minute.
“Was this a part of your plan?”
Pulling your back against his chest, Thor wrapped his arms around you and kissed your temple softly. Feeling his erection poke against your hip, you stared back at the man, impressed and only slightly shocked.
“Get some rest, my love. The weekend isn’t over yet.”
ﾟ･｡･ - a Loki and Thor love triangle drabble ? I had a dream about this so why not
They had set up camp in a deserted planet, long destroyed by Thanos. Loki sat and watched the debris of what once was a town. “ I don’t like where you’re going with this you know “ he finally spoke after what seemed years of silence. Ariel was setting up the tent as best as she could and laughed. “ Well I don’t like that you and your brother leave me with the men’s job but this is as best as I can give you” she said as she smiled at him. Loki smiled back and stood up. “ No dear I meant with your whole Let’s Outdo Thanos And Take The Stones Before He Does plan of yours” he said as he tinkled with the tent. She huffed and wiped sweat off her brow. “ Well we’re two stones ahead no? One more and we’re much closer to beating him “
“ As much as I admire you’re optimist views I fear you don’t understand how big this is”
“ I’m here aren’t I? I know “
Loki tore the tent apart and stood silently for a second. Thanos knew of her plan. Searched all of earth for the mortal who dared stood in his way. Killed half her family and friends, and so Thor took her from earth against her will at first.
“ Ariel , you seem to forget your vulnerability. You are no Hulk or god. You’re just a human. And that makes your actions more admirable but makes you more vulnerable. Say something happens to me and Thor. What becomes of you?” he said as he built the tent. Ariel let his words sink in. She knew she was nothing particularly special and she admit she would be nowhere without Loki or Thor .
“ I’ll make sure nothing happens to you or Thor “ she said and patted his shoulder. Loki could only smile.
“ Alright well it seems this area is secure “ Thor said as he walked up to them.
“ Ahh lady Ariel I knew you were the woman for the job! Look at this tent!”
Ariel laughed and was about to speak when Loki interrupted “ Well of course you know her saying, anything a man does a woman can do better “ he said and winked at her. Ariel rolled her eyes.
“ So lunch? “ Thor asked.
Nightfall came and for a depressing planet the skies were of light blue. Ariel sat in the tent and braided her long pink hair. Thor came in with a bottle of alcohol. “Oh no you didn’t Thor “ Ariel sighed out . “ Oh come on we have to celebrate our wins thus far!”
Thor brought out two pints and filled them up.
“ And Loki? “
“ My brother is out on one of his nightly walks, he’ll come around and join us” Thor said as he took a gulp from his pint. Ariel merely took two sips and fiddled with a radio she found. She got a signal. To an old classical music station. She and Thor sat in comfortable silence enjoying the melodies. Thor stood up and extended his hand towards her. He had noticed she seemed a bit deflated lately and it broke his heart seeing her that way. She smiled at him and took his hand. She took his hand and he rested his hand on her waist as she rested her head on his chest . They swayed to the soft piano melodies and it was just them in that moment. He gently picked her up and gave her a swing. She let out a laugh. He put her down and smiled down on her. After all they’ve lost he was relieved he still had her and his brother. Ariel cupped his face with both her hands and lovingly squeezed. Loki cleared his throat causing them to separate. “ Oh no don’t let me spoil the moment” Loki spat bitterly as he walked past them and threw a map at the table.
“ Loki,…um would you like a drink?” Ariel asked as she took out another pint.
“ You know what I would like, if instead of fooling around we actually started looking “ he said as he threw daggers with his eyes at Thor.
“ Brother, she needs to rest. You need to rest we all do” Thor said
“ Rest? Is that what Thanos is doing? I doubt it” he opened the map and took a chug of the drink Ariel handed to him.
“ Loki I promise we’ll end this but we can’t do it if we’re exhausted “ Ariel told him as she sat next to him. She was right. Loki hated to admit when she was right. But where would he be without her voice of reason.
“ I’m going to step out for some air” Ariel said and walked out the tent.
Loki and Thor sat in silence.
“ Brother I think we need to discuss the elephant in the room “ Thor began
“ What? That we’re wasting time?” Loki asked annoyed.
“ That you and I seem to share the same feelings for Ariel”
Loki stilled. He looked at Thor. The one who stole it all from him. The spotlight. The crown. The woman he loved.
“ I’m no fool Loki. But I don’t want it to come between us”
“ Us? We share nothing but the burdens your father left”
Loki stood up and prepared his bunk.
“ It’s not a competition you know, I see the way you look at her. You seem to hold her in higher regards than me. Anyone can see it” Thor said.
“ You’re delusional “ was all Loki said . Loki saw galaxies in Ariels brown eyes. He wondered why his whole life was spent in mindless relationships, she was worth the wait. But of course Thor had to take that too .
“ I’ll step back Loki, truly. I adore Ariel she’s family but when you look at her i feel quite wrong ever looking at her that way”
“ Listen Thor, I don’t want your pity. I don’t want you to step away because you feel bad. If you are what Ariel wants who am I to stop it. She’s mortal anyway I could care less. She’ll be gone in a couple years and I rather not have that burden on me” Loki said .
“ Burden?” Ariel asked quietly
Thor and Loki looked up to see a teary eyed Ariel.
“ No- I didn’t mean it like that-“
“ Is that why you’ve been pushing me away? You think I’m some burden ?!”
Ariel ran out the tent and Loki followed.
“ Ariel please wait “
She laughed through her tears
“ And here I thought I meant something to you after all we went through “
“ You do you truly do”
“ So after this what? You leave and I never see you again and you live another 1,000 years and find another countless Ariels? “ she asked. “ That’s impossible, there’s only one Ariel. “
Ariel crossed her arms and let the tears fall.
“ I know me being mortal makes me less important but-“ she sighed and shocked her head
“ But what?” Loki asked
She kept shaking her head in tears. He walked closer to her and tried to wipe her tears away but she pushed his hand away
“ BUT YOURE ALL I HAVE LEFT! I lost it all! I lost my family I lost myself. I left everything I knew for this. For a human this shit is intense and I always carry dread in my chest Loki I’m scared but I’m even more scared of losing the last bit of family I have. You, Thor, the avengers . I have something to fight for still. To think that to you I’m only a speck nothing more than a star destined to die out and you don’t want to deal with me it breaks my heart”
Loki stood in silence. Tears welling up in his own eyes. He grabbed her by the waist and pulled her into his embrace. They cried. And held each other.
“ I’m sorry, I don’t pretend to know what you go through. I’m scared too. I’ve never cared so immensely for someone. Someone so fragile. I don’t know what to do” he said as he breathed in the scent of her hair.
Ariels grip on him tightened.
“ I never wanted this for you. I tried so hard to push you away from me but Thor brought you back. For once I’m grateful for my brother “ he said with a chuckle. Ariel smiled and looked up at Loki.
“ You should know it’s always been you “ she said and let him go and wiped her tears.
Loki looked at her confused. She wiped his tears away.
“ Wherever you are, I’m there. It’s no coincidence. I’ll follow you anywhere “ she said and walked back to the tent Thor who had been eavesdropping threw himself to his bunk bed and pretended to sleep. He smiled. He kinda knew it all along.
Morning came. They figured out the location of the stone. It was a couple miles away. It was a cold walk. Thor lead while Loki and Ariel followed behind. Ariel grabbed onto Loki’s hand the whole way.
“ We’re here “ Thor said with a sigh of relief
“ Well, let’s go “ Ariel said excitedly.
They looked up at the mountain. “ Must be up there, I’ll go first I’ll give you a signal if it’s safe “ Loki said as he began to climb.
He made it to the lonely top. The wind hitting his face . He walked around for a bit until he saw a figure.
“ Whose there !” He exclaimed as he drew out knives.
“ Welcome Loki, son of Laufey”
A red skinned man in a dark cloak appeared.
“ Who are you? “ Loki asked
“ I am the keeper of the soul stone, I presume that’s why you’re here”
Loki remained nodded and began to walk towards the figure
“ To obtain the stone you must lose that what you love “ the figure said as Loki walked closer to the edge of the mountain. He looked down.
“ A sacrifice . A soul for a soul”
Loki let out a chuckle and shock his head. Just as he was about to turn and walk away he heard footsteps
“ Brother are you alright “ Thor said as he and Ariel came nearer
“ Welcome Thor son of Odin. Ariel daughter of Stefan “
Ariel looked up at the figure and grabbed onto Thor’s arm.
“ We need to go” Loki said as he pushed both Thor and Ariel away from the edge
“ But Loki we’re so close” Ariel said
Loki began to hyperventilate
“ Loki relax what’s wrong ?” Thor asked.
“ He must choose. There is no turning back” the figure said
“ Choose what” Ariel said as she pushed the hair out of Loki’s face.
“ Who he will sacrifice for the stone”
Suddenly a purple light appeared and out of it Thanos came out.Thor and Loki stood up and pushed Ariel behind them.
“Ah we meet again, I told you your weaknesses would be the stop of your so called progress” Thanos said as he gripped his daughter Gamora by the arm.Then it clicked. Ariel knew what Loki had to do.She knew what must be done to win. Thor summoned his hammer and Ariel gripped Loki’s hand before he could arm himself. She grabbed his face and looked into his eyes. She kissed him. He could taste her tears. He grabbed her and deepened the kiss. She softly pushed him away.
“ I’ll find you. Somewhere out there” she said with a smile
“ What are you talking about ?” Loki asked
Ariel pushed him to the ground and ran towards the edge of the cliff “ ARIEL!” Thor yelled and ran as fast as he could. Loki stilled in shock watched as she jumped. And suddenly all he saw was a bright light.
He awoke breathless in a river. Thor beside him. “ Loki.” Thor said as Loki opened his hand and there it was, the soul stone. Loki screamed out in both anger and agony. Thor held him and Loki held onto his brother letting out the unbearable pain. “ I’m here” Thor said as he tried his best to comfort his brother. And the dark skies suddenly became pink and Thor knew they had to win now. They would win for her. For she’d be there alongside with them.
Frigga was as confused as me, but it didn’t last - Odin can be quite vocal when he is displeased. Thor - with Loki and his warriors, had taken it upon themselves to invade Jotunheim. Not simply a diplomatic nightmare, even after the disruption caused by a few Frost Giant invaders who chose Thor’s coronation to attempt to steal back an artifact, but cause for war between Asgard and another realm.
Peace was hard fought for, and the Allfather is NOT willing to lose it, not even at the cost of his heir. The flash I witnessed - the Bifrost acting strangely - was Odin banishing Thor to Midgard. Heimdall was at a loss to bring him back - not at the chance of displeasing his king - and in a further show of how far Thor had fallen from grace, Mjølnir, his hammer was sent to Odin knew where.
I sat with Frigga, completely stunned by the events of the day - from Thor’s failed crowning to THIS madness, and felt that all I wanted was Loki’s arms around me - but he was NOT beside me. Instead, he tries to assure his mother that he will calm Odin - that he will FIX it. His eyes don’t seek mine.
When I crawl into our bed, it’s alone and I have a flash of nostalgia for when I first arrived at ten. Small and unsure, I’d sought the solace of the garden.
Sliding out of the coldness of our bed, I wrapped a cloak around myself and tucked a set of the picks Loki had given me during our first trip together into my hair. Safety, especially now, felt paramount. There were multiple gardens, and while I would have loved to have gone back to the one where Loki had once stood guard over me at, I chose the one closest to our rooms.
Different trees, different flowers, but the same starlit sky overhead - I let the hood of my cloak fall back and my closed eyed face was bare and offered to it. Breathing in the stillness, I caught a hint of a scent I would know anywhere - apples, jasmine, leather, sandalwood, and that undercurrent of galbanum.
“I should have known you’d come out here for the calm and quiet,” he almost sounded normal, like MY husband and NOT whomever had taken over his being. “Sigyn,” I sighed.
“Did you know I was here, or did you stumble upon me on your way to some type of conniving, my prince?” While I’d brought my head up straight, I hadn’t opened my eyes. I couldn’t stand to look at him and see - NOT see HIM.
“Sigyn,” it was a plea, and that gave me hope. “My love, please.”
“Loki,” I turned and was gratified to see that he looked like the prince I fell in love with and married. “What happened?”
“Come inside,” he held out his hand and I reached for it, scared for a moment that he was an illusion and I wouldn’t be able to touch him. “I’m HERE, Sigyn, I swear it.”
Our fingers touched, and he pulled me to him. “You weren’t,” I argued, giving reason for my distrust. “You WEREN’T.”
His eyes - how often had I found solace and shelter in the shimmering blue of his eyes - searched the depths of my green. Had his always looked so feverish? So red tinted and manic? “Come inside, Sigyn.” His cool fingers were linking with mine and I nodded. “You’ve had your fill of the garden?” There was a hint of my husband in the inquiry - the concern for my well being, the worry about my need for peace and serenity.
“I have,” the tease of having him return to me, allowed a hint of a smile to flirt across my lips. “Let’s go inside, Loki, so you can tell me what has happened.”
Loki - MY Loki - tucked me into his side, his arm wrapped around my shoulders and holding me close to him. As though he couldn’t get close enough to me, as if whatever had happened between the time he’d gone off with Thor to the moment I’d witnessed Odin announce Thor’s banishment had caused him more agony than learning Odin had chosen his brother to rule instead of him.
I was gratified to see he hadn’t stopped in our rooms to cause mass destruction before finding me in the garden - my book sat forgotten in the window seat the only thing out of place - he let me go long enough for me to remove my cloak and if was as if without me in his arms, he couldn’t stay still. He paced, jaw clenched and hands searching - it looked like he felt like his own body was WRONG somehow.
“Loki, my love, what IS wrong?” I stopped him, standing firm in front of his progress across our rooms, staring up into his crimson laced eyes - reaching out to cup his cheek. “Tell me?”
Tears threatened to spill, and I was terrified of what could possibly have hurt him so - was it Thor’s banishment? While they had a complicated relationship, they were brothers, and the boisterous rough blonde had stood beside Loki while we wed. Loki looked like he was fighting himself - but I didn’t move - he’d promised he was with me and he would explain.
“Please?” I pleaded. “I cannot help you if I don’t know what’s wrong.”
He groaned, low and as if I’d thrust one of the sharp hair picks he’d had made for me deep into his heart, and it felt as if I were pierced too. His hand came up to touch mine where it still touched his face, holding me tight, but feeling so much colder than ever before.
“Loki?” I didn’t understand, not when he wouldn’t SPEAK. As I watched, his eyes - always so blue and warm - went from red rimmed to red irises, his skin - always slightly cooler than mine, turned positively frigid and hadn’t I once thought it had looked blue? Well, now it most certainly WAS blueish.
“How, my darling wife, do you intend to fix THIS?” He bit out - pushing my hand free from his face and letting out a growl of true anger. “I’m one of the monsters they tell their children about, Sigyn!” I shook my head, moving closer to him. “DON’T!”
“I told you before, Loki Odinson!” He glared down at me, red eyes practically glowing, but I didn’t care. “You DO NOT tell a woman you love her then rush away - OR push her away.” I moved closer still. “I LOVE you,” reaching out, ignoring the flinch and twitching that he made, I touched the same cheek that I’d held before he pushed me away. “You looked blue that first night -” I’d grown quiet, as one might for a scared child, or startled animal - he was watching me with fear and distrust - and my heart ached from it. “The first night you showed yourself in the garden.” Loki stared at me in disbelief. “The light, dim though it was -” I bit my lip. “Blue, just a hint, and I fell asleep thinking how beautiful you were.”
“I’m a mon-” shaking my head, I refused to let him say it. “Sigyn,” his head fell forward, defeated, but still so broken it pained me. “He stole me - I’m NOTHING more than a relic from war.”
“I don’t believe that,” my other hand joined its sister, framing his face so I could stare into his eyes. “I don’t believe that for ONE moment. Frigga adores you, Loki. You couldn’t be MORE hers if she’d dreamed you into existence.” He was looking at me like he wanted nothing more than to latch onto my words with BOTH hands and cling to them. “I love you, and I will stand beside you no matter what - Do you know that?”
He didn’t answer, not with words - his lips met mine, icy, but sure and then his arms were around me pulling me tight against him. And for a while Loki pushed away thoughts of Thor, Odin, and the Asgardian throne - or so I thought.
My thot thought about Thor? Extremely rough sex. Choking. Hair pulling, spanking. The whole nine yards lol
something about being dommed by thor makes me feral lmao
because i also feel like he’d be so cocky? like imagine thor before he becomes ‘worthy’ — i want that arrogant man to absolutely wreck me
he’s just so big too??? and i really believe he’d be the type to just be like, “don’t run away from me now, little one. you have to take all of my cock in that glorious hole of yours” — all the while he’s got you on all fours, a collar around your neck that has a leash that helps him pull your back up against his chest whenever he feels like taunting you
eighteen plus only — by choosing to ‘keep reading’, you are agreeing that you are eighteen years old and over. do not interact with this story if you are a minor.
pairing: college!thor x fem!reader
warnings: smut, dirty talk, a healthy mixture of praise and degradation. possessive sex, mentions of jealousy. blowjob, reader rides thor’s face and he loves it. like one face slap. unprotected sex, creampie. a tiny bit of cum/spit play. just p*rn with minimal plot
summary: thor reminds you who he belongs to — hint, it’s you.
word count: 3.8k
notes: my first thor fic!! this himbo owns my heart truly. also this was an idea sent in by an anon who requested “making up after a dumb fight”, and i couldn’t help but share the fantasy tangent my brain went on with it lol. i want to write more for thor in the future that’s more canon compliant but i just thought this would be a fun first piece. i really hope you all like it!!
“Oh my god, you were flirting with her!”
The scoff that left his throat had you seeing red, “You’re being ridiculous, love”.
“Don’t!”, you shout at him as you slam the door to your dorm, thankful that your roomate was still at the frat party you’d just stormed away from, “You don’t get to call me that when you were practically about to shove your tongue down her throat!”.
“That absolutely was not about to happen”, Thor’s fists are clenched tight as he tries to calm himself, your angry demeanour an unexpected reaction to an innocent situation.
“Oh, please”, you kiss your teeth with your tongue, “Explain away at how your ex-girlfriend found her way into your lap!”.
Thor rolls his eyes, the entire “If you’d let me get a damn word in, maybe I’d be able to!”.
“Fuck you!”, you shout as you hastily shrug off your jacket, throwing it onto the couch, “You’re such an asshole!”.
He was at a loss for words, if he were honest. You’d never raised your voice, let alone at him. It was like you were —
“Are you… jealous, little flower?”, and if his own anger hadn’t started simmering at what you’d just called him a minute ago, he’d probably find your stuttering endearing.
Your eyes are wide, “W-what? No Thor, I’m not jealous!”, and you want to wipe the smug smile off his face.
The blonde Adonis in front of you licks at his top lip, “No?”.
“It’s just…”, and your throat goes dry at the way his arms cross, veins prominent and chest broad.
Thor walks closer to you, backing you up against the couch as his head tilts to the side inquisitively, “Just what, love?”.
There’s an electricity in the air that begins the sizzle, and Thor takes pleasure in the almost bashful look on your face at the admittance.
“Is that so?”, he hums, voice deep as his hand reaches out to cup your face. You feel his thumb trace your lower lip before gently tugging it down. Thor’s face moves in closer towards you so that his breath fans across your mouth softly, “Prove it”.
The electricity cracks like lightening.
You grab his hands on your face, pushing them away before you’re reaching up and bringing his own to yours, locking your lips into a passionate kiss that has your core burn with desire.
His grip is bruising as he takes hold of your hips, grinding his hardening member against you, “So cute”, he taunts as you take a moment to catch your breath as his lips trail down your neck, “How bloody jealous you are, didn’t know you were like this, little flower”.
Your fingers latch onto his golden locks, yanking his head back as you snarl, “I’m not jealous!”.
Not giving him the chance to react, you drop to your knees in front of him, unbuckling his belt and barely getting his jeans halfway down his thighs before you were taking him into your warm mouth.
Thor stumbles as he catches his weight, one hand grabbing onto the withered, brow leather couch and the other gripping the back of your head as he feels your tongue tease the underside of his cock, “Fucking hell, love”.
Your eyes meet his glowing blue iris’, eyelashes fluttering as you massage the tip of his cock, teasing the slit as you moan at the taste of the precum that’s oozing.
The taste of Thor was almost addictive, and whilst the underlying bitterness was still present, there was something sweeter that compensated for it.
And the way he felt in your mouth made you feel grounded. He was big — his girth stretching your lips to the point where saliva couldn’t help but escape and drip down your chin. The length was impressive as well, because as much as you tried, there was always still that one centimetre that you couldn’t quite take into your mouth, yet.
Thor couldn’t help but be entranced by the way you looked on your knees for him. You gave him everything you knew he could take — every flick of your tongue, how you alternated between sucking and lapping at his cock, and the innocent look in your eyes that held just a glimpse of a mischievous gleam to them that you knew would make him lose any sense of control he thought he had.
And what truly made him finally lose all of his control? Was the way you’d pull off his length, letting your tongue massage it for a moment before leaning further down, and running it along his frenulum.
Thor’s thighs were tense as he felt his balls become full, he wasn’t sure how you wanted tonight to play out but when you swapped out your mouth for your hands, he felt himself stir at the ghost of a smirk on your lips.
“Baby”, your voice was as sweet, and thick as caramel, “I want you to cum for me”.
His eyes could’ve rolled all the way back into his head, “Love?”.
“I want to see how good I made you feel”, the grin you give him makes his legs shake.
“God, yeah”, Thor groaned as you looked up at him through your lashes, your hands jerking him off, “My perfect little flower wants to see how only she can make me cum, is that it?”.
You lick your lips as your head nods, “Please, Thor”.
“Fuck, love”, his hips jerk with each movement of your hands, “Gonna take me in your mouth? Make sure you swallow every last drop?”.
The sound of you whining would be the be the cause of his saccharine death, “Yes! I’ll take it, please”. Your lips wrap around the tip of his cock again, gently sucking as you feel it pulse on your tongue.
Thor grunts as he cums in your mouth, his thick seed coating the back of your throat as you moan at the taste of him, “That’s it, little flower. You make me feel so good, fuck”.
He watches the way your eyes close as you savour the flavour, and the sight of you swallowing everything he’s given you has his cock twitching as it falls from your mouth.
You barely have enough time to enjoy the pride that’s growing in your chest at the way you make this beefy man turn into nothing but a breathless mess — before he’s pulling you up by the neck, and smashing his lips against yours, moaning at the way he still tastes himself on your tongue.
“C’mon love, come with me”, he whispers against your lips before he interlocks his fingers with yours, and walking the two of you towards your bedroom.
Thor trips on the carpet at the foot of your bed, making you fall on top of him as a giggle leaves your mouth at his clumsiness, “My jeans are around my ankles!”.
You snort, “Sure baby, because you’re so coordinated any other time”.
At your teasing, Thor pushes a thigh between your legs, pushing it up against your core — an action that has your palms falling flat onto his chest, “What was that, love?”.
The feeling of his denim against your covered core has you gasping, and you can’t help but push down against it. Your eyes lock onto your boyfriend’s, watching as he grins at the desperate look on your face.
One hand cups the side of your face, and the other grips the back of your neck before he brings you forward so that he can kiss you. Your tongues clash in a heated passion before he lets you take over, hips jutting at the way you explore his mouth.
The two of you break away so that you can remove your clothes, throwing them onto the floor without care as you straddle Thor’s waist.
“You’re so beautiful, my little flower”, the blonde below you traces his fingers down the valley of your breasts before they stop just above your slick cunt, “Akin to a goddess, I swear it”.
His compliments make you feel warm, and you can’t help but lean down to press a soft kiss to his lips, “And I guess that makes you my god, hm?”.
Thor chuckles against your mouth, before you feel his hands move down your body, squeezing your ass in his large palms as he says, “Think I have to earn that title, love”.
The next thing you know, those hands on your hips are hauling you upwards, and you catch yourself on the headboard, “Thor?”.
“C’mon love”, you look down at the cheshire grin he has gracing his features, “Want you to ride my face”.
The request has you choking on nothing, and you can barely mumble out a confused what?
But your boyfriend just laughs, “Thought you said I was yours, little flower. So go on, show me”, and then his hands are piercing into the flesh of your thigh, “Show me how you own me”.
And if that didn’t send a rush of heat through you, you didn’t know what would.
The strangled moan that leaves your mouth from the way his mouth latches onto your clit has Thor diving into your folds with his skilled tongue, “Oh my god!”.
He pulls you down onto his face, your soft thighs comforting as you straddle him. You don’t realise until he encourages you with a smack to your ass that you had started rocking back and forth on his tongue.
You leverage yourself by holding onto the bed head, rolling your hips as your thighs begin to quiver from the pleasure that’s pulsing through your veins. “S’good!”, you cry out as you feel a finger circle your dripping hole before entering.
Thor taps your thigh, and you take it as a sign to pull yourself up, “So bloody sweet, my flower. Love the way this pussy tastes”.
A second fingers enters you, thrusting in and out as you start to fuck yourself down on them, “God, Thor! I need to cum, fuck, please”.
But he just chuckles, “What’d I say earlier, love? To show me you own me, didn’t I?”.
You look down at him, hips stuttering at the way he gazes up at you, “Y-yeah!”.
“So go on then, use me, love”, Thor smirks at you, “Take what you need”.
He barely finishes the sentence before one of your hands finds it’s way into his hair, grabbing a fist of it before you bring his face back up to your cunt — using his tongue to get yourself off as you hear the wet sounds coming from your soaking entrance.
“‘M gonna cum”, you gasp as you feel your core ￼tighten, a knot forming as Thor works his tongue over your swollen clit in time with the thrust of his fingers, “Fuck, fuck, fuck!”
The knot snaps, your release gushing all over Thor’s fingers and beard as you orgasm. As you slowly come down, you can’t help as your body shivers at the realisation that Thor was still lapping at your wetness, moaning into your cunt while he does.
You find the strength to lift yourself off of him, moving back down so that your legs are over his waist, “S’not fair how good you are at that”.
Thor chuckles at the praise, “Not fair how bloody sweet that cunt of yours is”.
You hit his chest playfully, “You’re a menace”.
“Mm, perhaps love”, his hands rub up and down your thighs soothingly, “But I’m all yours, arent I?”
You know what he’s doing, and you can’t lie and say it doesn’t make your heart flutter. This was Thor’s way of assuring you that nothing had happened between him, and Jane at the party. But you also can’t deny that there’s still a teeny, tiny bit of resentment at the fact he’d let her get so close to him.
An anger which makes you prop yourself up on your feet, grab his cock in one hand — and force yourself down on it, the two of you moaning in unison at the feeling of your hot channel squeezing around him.
“Fucks sake, love”, Thor throws his head back onto the pillows, “This cunt will ruin me”.
You don’t know what comes over you, your hand moving without your own knowledge before it’s lightly slapping Thor across his cheek — and you feel your ego blossom at the surprised grunt that falls from him, “C’mon baby”, you take his chin between your fingers, “Watch me fuck this pretty cock, hm?”.
Thor takes your thumb into his mouth, and you can’t help but tighten around his length at the erotic sight as he swirls his tongue around it — the same way you’d done to his cock earlier.
“Go on, flower”, he says as he releases your thumb, “Fuck yourself on it”.
There’s an intense pleasure in knowing that Thor was letting you use him to explore this side of you — one which you didn’t even know you possessed.
But the way he grips onto your hips like a life force make you realise just how much he trusts you.
“Thor!”, your nails dig into his broad chest, scraping downward as you take pleasure at the way pink lines appear — it was dominating, knowing that you were the only one who got to mark him like this.
“You’re so fucking gorgeous”, he growls, “Can’t believe you could possibly think I’d ever want someone else”.
The admission made your heart soar, and has you riding him harder, faster — crying out when he started fucking himself up into you with abandonment.
“Fuck me so good, Thor”, you mewel, before his cock hits a spot so deep it has you squealing.
He pushes himself up from the bed so that he’s sitting, pulling you into him so that all your weight falls to your knees as he wraps his arms around your waist, resting his forehead against yours.
“You take my cock so well, flower”, his breath hitting your lips as he speaks, “Sweet cunt was made to take me, wasn’t it?”.
“Made for you, Thor”, you promise as you kiss him, “Was made to be yours!”.
It’s so easy falling in love with you, Thor thinks as he watches the way you stare at him with nothing but adoration — the earlier events that transpired seemingly forgotten, for now.
“Just as I was made to be yours, my love”, he whispers it like a succinct prayer. He can feel the way your walls are getting tighter around his length, taunting him to release inside of you. “Tell me I’m yours”, Thor’s voice husky as he begs, “Tell me, love”.
He doesn’t need to ask again, the claim falling from your lips, “You’re mine!”. The two of you lock lips, breathing life into each other’s mouths as though without the other’s, you wouldn’t be able to survive, “My Thor”.
“Yeah, love. I’m all yours”, he’s just as passionate as he promises you, “And this is your cock isn’t it?”
Your forehead nods against his as you agree, “Yes! Oh my god, Thor! It’s mine”, and you bounce more erratically on his length, chasing the high that he’s giving you.
“Cum on your cock, flower. Want you to gush all over it, and show me that it’s yours”, Thor bites your lower lip between his teeth, “C’mon, love, I know you’re there, make a mess for me”.
Your fingernails dig into his shoulders, head thrown back as you clench down and cum all over his cock. You can feel as it runs down his cock, and onto his thighs, all the while Thor pulls you through it, kissing down your neck as he whispers how perfect you are for him.
It takes you a moment before you realise he’s still slowly grinding into you, causing you to whine his name at the overstimulation, “Shh, shh, I know love”. His hand finds the back of your head, making you look at him as he tells you, “It’s a lot, but you can take it can’t you?”.
“Yeah baby, I can take it”, you breathe out, barely being able to react to the smug look on his face before he’s flipping you onto your back — pushing his cock up into you, an action that has you scream as it hits right against your most sensitive spot.
“Love the way you sing for me”, he hauls your legs over his waist as he pulls out his cock, rubbing it along your soaked slit and enjoying the way your breath hitches when he taps it against your puffy clit, “How could I want anyone else, when I have you looking so pretty underneath me?”.
He doesn’t give you the chance to respond before he’s sliding back into you, watching at the way your eager cunt swallows him, “God, the way you take my cock, love. No one could ever come close
“Fuck, Thor”, your hands find solace around his neck, “Please, fuck me”.
Thor fucks you in a way that has you seeing stars. Not only does his cock fill you up in a way that teeters on being too overwhelming, but the way he looks at you like you’re akin to divinity will always take your breath away.
You could never get enough of him — you were sure if it. No one could ever compare to him, not that you’d ever want someone to.
It doesn’t take long for another orgasm to stir, not with the way that Thor makes love to you. You’re panting, and yearning — an idle instrument as he plays with the strings of your body.
“I know you can cum for me again, flower”, he rasps as he feels himself seize up, “Let me feel it, c’mon. I want to feel you milk my cock while I fill up this pretty cunt”.
“Yes Thor!”, you’re so close, you just need the extra sensation to get there, and as though he can read your mind, Thor’s finger finds your clit, “Oh my god! Yes! Right there — please!”.
The bed shakes under the weight of Thor’s thrusts, he’s hitting you deeper as he slows his hips to a dirty grind. “Come on, love, show me how I make you feel”, he begs, falling over your body and pressing his flushed skin against yours, “Need to see the way you fall apart for me”.
“You make me feel so good, Thor”, you lean up to press a filthy kiss against his lips, sucking his tongue into your mouth, “You’re the only person who can make me feel like this”.
“That’s right, love”, Thor’s grunts grow deeper the closer he is to releasing, “I’m the only one who can make you feel this way, because you’re mine. Mine to fuck, mine to love”.
It’s so easy to let him bring you to a state of euphoria, “All yours, baby!”, you vow, “Belong to you”.
“We belong to each other”, he swears the oath just as you reach your peak, screaming against his open mouth as he groans into yours, “Yes, fuck cum on my cock, love”.
It’s overwhelming the third time, it thrums through your entire body as you feel his seed paint your walls, warmth spreading inside you as he presses languid kisses to your mouth.
“You’re so beautiful”, he whispers in between the kisses, “My pretty flower”.
Your hand rubs against his beard gently, “I love you”.
Pink tints his cheeks because he’ll never grow used to hearing the admission, still not understanding how blessed he was to be able to call you his, “Always”.
The two of you stay like that for a few moments longer before Thor pulls out of you, and you hiss at the sensitivity. You can’t help but cover your eyes with your hands as you watch the way his face lights up at the image of his come dribbling from your spent hole.
“Such a beautiful sight”, he mumbles before reaching two fingers and dragging it through your mixed juices. Thor ignores your whimper, collecting the come before bringing it up to you, “Tell me how sweet we taste together, love”.
Removing your hands, you look up at him cheekily as you stick your tongue out, moaning as he slips his fingers into your mouth. Thor can’t help as lust begins to stir in him once more, but he knows you’re both sated for the night.
You swirl your tongue around his fingers, eyes closing as you savour the taste. Thor drags his fingers along your tongue before they pull away, smearing the saliva left behind against your cheek messily before he’s replacing it with his tongue.
The two of you enjoy the hot feeling of sharing your combined come, and spit before he pulls away, a look of absolute admiration on his face as he stares at you.
“I’ll be back, love”, he presses a chaste kiss against the corner of your mouth, “Gonna clean you up, okay?”.
You sigh happily as you agree, waiting patiently as he leaves the room, only to laugh loudly as you hear the surprised shout of your roomate.
“What the fuck!”, Wanda yells, “You guys are so gross!”.
You barely call out an apology to her through your giggles, only to laugh even harder as Thor stumbles back into the room with a wash cloth and some water.
“Our apologies, Wanda!”, he shouts out to her before closing the door to your bedroom shut.
“I’m gonna have to make her an apology breakfast tomorrow”, you laugh against Thor’s lips as he greets you.
Thor, laughing himself agrees with you before he settles in between your legs again. Only this time with the plan to clean up the mess the two of you made.
You feel yourself calming down once more, enjoying the gentle way in which Thor takes care of you.
“There”, he smiles up at you as he throws the soiled rag into the washing basket, “All clean now”.
You let him take you into his arms as the two of you cuddle under the covers, enjoying the heat that radiates from him as he holds you against his body.
It’s quiet for a while, and you almost think he’s fallen asleep until you hear him mumble against your head as it rests under his chin, “She was thanking me”.
You’re confused for a moment, mind still hazy from the bliss he’d just given you, until realising what he was talking about, “Why?”.
“For introducing her to Valkyrie” he snorts, “You’ll be happy to know they’re going to be accompanying us on our spring break, as a couple”.
“Oh my god”, you purse your lips before a laugh slips out, “I’m an idiot”.
You feel your boyfriend’s fingers tap under your chin signaling you to look up at him, “Maybe”, and then he’s pressing a sweet kiss to your lips, “But you’re my idiot”.
Venom flowed freely from her veins as blood flowed from her mouth. The pointed canines no longer resided uncomfortably on her tongue. She hated the way he looked at her, like he was golden and she was yet another monster for him to defeat. Maybe she was.
“Close your mouth,” he directed pointedly. Such a good captain. Tony and Natasha were right in some respect. Those broad shoulders held a certain power to them. He was definitely a leader.
“Oh, but sweet малыш, I’m such a pretty little thing like this.”
Nadezhda Komarova’s been through hell. Hydra’s notorious experimentation has turned her into a creature of nightmares - mostly her own. The Avengers are a safe haven. Well, except for Steve Rogers, who absolutely cannot stand her. This rift causes tension not only in the compound, but even on the battlefield. He hates her, and doesn’t care if she knows it. Oh, but she’s such a pretty little thing.
STORY WARNINGS: eventual smut (18+ minors dni), blood, (light and nondescriptive) gore, mentions of torture, nightmares and scary visions, slight allusions to depression and suicide, and finally, nasty thoughts about steve.
sidenote: this is not endgame cannon like at all lol fuck that. this story will also be up on ao3 or wattpad if yall prefer to read on those sites. i’m so excited for this one guys.
“Do you remember -” Loki was in our rooms when I returned, looking preoccupied, but physically present, “when we first -”
“Darling, I would love to reminisce,” velvet voice and silver tongue, but he was STILL interrupting me and I was STILL aggrieved by it. “I am only making a quick stop on my way to go with Thor -”
“With THOR?” I stared at him as he gathered together the tricks of his trade - or DID he? “Are you even HERE, Loki?”
“Sweetheart,” he - NO one of his illusions finally made eye contact and I had to fight the urge to toss one of my books through it. “I didn’t want you to worry,” his eyes were soft and pleading, and so were his words, but they were doing NOTHING to calm or soothe my nerves or irritation. “My love, Sigyn, I HAVE to go -”
“Why, Loki?” I demanded, arms crossed and glaring at the image of my husband that WASN’T HIM. “Why do you HAVE to go?”
“Just know that I do,” closing the argument and standing tall, ass. “Don’t argue,” he raised one long finger and my lips thinned. “Trust me, my love.”
“I DO trust YOU, Loki,” biting out the words, I wanted to scream. “I don’t trust whatever has gotten into you.”
“Do you not want to be MY QUEEN?” He stared at me in disbelief, as if he couldn’t understand my irritation. “Do you not wish to sit by my side and -”
“I WANT YOU, Loki,” I pleaded, eyes burning. “That’s all I’ve ever wanted.” And as I waited for him to say SOMETHING, anything, his illusion vanished and I was left alone.
While Loki was gone, while Thor AND Loki were gone, I waited in our rooms. I hadn’t the energy to mingle with those who I would normally be expected to. Instead I sat in the window seat, so very like the one that had been in the rooms I’d been given when I first arrived to learn under Frigga’s careful hand - with a book and I tried desperately to disappear into the words.
Instead, my life with Loki played like a visual book - the first night in London.
“If you fill it that full,” laughing and trying to warn him, “we’ll flood this entire floor.” He’d been so playful, promising that he’d clean it up - and splashing to get me to join him.
How the heat of the water coupled with the cool of his skin had felt like paradise, and how we kept getting distracted from cleaning up -
“You taste even better wet,” his lips were latched onto the back of my neck, he was SUPPOSED to be washing my hair, but he’d found a spot at the base of my neck that made me mew like a kitten and he couldn’t resist.
And I couldn’t stand not kissing him, turning to meet his mouth, water and overflow be damned. Our bodies - what was it that Frigga had said about my magnetism - sought to link again and again we were joined, face to face with me on top.
If anyone had told me that kisses could include tongues, teeth, AND lips, I might have argued with them before Loki and I first kissed - but once we touched nothing seemed impossible. Growls, purrs, panting, gasps, moans, pleas, and prayers were all sounds that naturally came into play. He never admonished me if I scratched or my nails dug into his skin, so I wouldn’t have thought to take issue with a bite mark or a small bruise.
My book lay forgotten, my forehead pressed against the cool glass, when I saw the flashing of the Bifrost in the distance. I’ve grown used - as Loki’s wife and life partner - to seeing the Bifrost in use, both at a distance and up closer. But this, squinting and pressing my face against the glass, even as my left hand joined my face - didn’t look anywhere near what I’d grown familiar with - what in the -
I was on my feet, my gown almost tangling with my feet, and rushing to Frigga. Something terrible had just happened, and I had to know what.
Rolling over, I bit my lip as I took in the vision that was presented in the bare form of my husband laid out on top of the covers of our bed. I would never tire of waking to his bare skin, to the taste of his lips, to the blue of his eyes locking on mine as he rolled me onto my back and greeted me with a reminder of just WHO I was -
“Mine,” he’d whisper, tongue touching my lips, and I’d arch up to meet him.
How long since my first voyage through the Bifrost at his side - pretending as his Midgardian bride - playing among the mist and fog of London as he showed me all the diversions that Midgard could offer? How long ago was that trip that ended with him asking if I’d consider making the role I’d worn like a cloak during our time away from Asgard permanent - would I be his wife? It felt like only yesterday - everyday.
Even as his hair grew a touch longer, the smoothness curling up at his collar - even as he grew slightly cooler around Odin - more distant as Thor’s successes at battle were celebrated ever louder. At least I knew in OUR rooms, when we were alone, the Loki I’d fallen in love with and who I had first tasted on Midgard, but who I still feasted upon regularly was the same. Even when a flash of pain and rage would spark across his face - almost cold and blue-tinted. It was never directed at me, at least.
I stood between Loki and Frigga, the day has dawned when Odin has decided to step aside - today Thor and NOT Loki will take the throne. While his face is masked in a calm detachment - I can still see the havoc he wreaked upon our rooms.
I’d been with Frigga, discussing a far more worrisome and personal matter in my opinion - our lack of the blessing of a child, when I came back to the sounds of destruction. Fearing that Loki was being attacked, I almost raised an alarm, but the growl of rage I heard - so familiar to the one he often used with ME, yet also so foreign stopped me. Opening the door, I found utter ruins. Books ripped to shreds, bedding tattered and torn, glass broken, and furniture in pieces.
In the midst, looking as if he had gone mad, was my husband - panting and almost drooling with rage. His eyes red-rimmed and my mouth dropped open as my breath left me in fear. Whatever could have caused THIS?
And then he was in front of me, on his knees, his face pressed against my abdomen as he sobbed - his rage gone like the flood waters retreating after a storm - leaving behind all the pain and hurt of a child who has been told that he’s NOT good enough after all. My fingers slid through his dark hair, clutching his head tight against me as his cries came out ragged and made my heart break for his pain. My Loki, my love. How could anyone hurt him so?
Repairing our rooms took nothing - magic eases things like that simple enough - repairing my husband? I glanced at his tight jaw and his blue eyes, watching as Thor was about to take the seat that he had coveted so very much - more than I had ever known - and I wondered if I could ever fix what had been broken there.
The interruption - I was almost thankful for it, if only because it broke the tension that I felt rolling off of Loki - but then he kissed me and told me he was off to speak with Thor. Frigga, pulling me along with her, a feeling that she wanted to keep me occupied so I wouldn’t worry - tried to ask me about what we’d discussed during our last heart to heart.
It felt like years and not only days before -
“Ah,” I sighed, taking a seat and smiling as she poured me a drink. “I haven’t had a chance to try any of your suggestions yet.”
Frigga gave me a knowing look, a look that told me just how much my queen and husband’s mother truly SAW. “He takes everything to heart,” I swallowed past the lump in my throat, so large and painful that I wasn’t sure I could take a sip of my drink. “Loki would hate for anyone to see him as being as -” she sighed. “He FEELS everything, Sigyn. And DEEPLY.”
“I know,” I studied my goblet, the liquid inside as dark as night. “I know he does and I have no idea how to relieve him of his burden.”
“You love him,” it wasn’t just a statement, but advice. “And you stand beside him,” again not simply the truth, but a reminder. “He can be his own worst enemy, remind him that you are his greatest ally.”
My heart felt like it was preparing for the worst already. “What if that’s not enough?” I looked up to see her studying me.
Summary: Takes place in episode 1 of Loki. You work at the TVA, but everything changes one day when a new variant shows up.
Word Count: 1.2k
A/N: Reposting this b/c last time it didn’t end up in any of the tags and it flopped. Here’s to hoping my account won’t glitch again 🥂
The TVA halls were always eerily quiet. You used to be uncomfortable making your way through them, constantly looking behind your shoulder. But after being in the agency for- god, you don’t even know how long- it didn’t seem to bother you anymore. At least it didn’t now, as you ran through them, desperately trying to hold onto the piles of documents in your hands.
You didn’t expect to have such a prominent variant case come by you today until Hunter B-15 stormed into your office in full armor.
“Mobius is trying to reason with the variant. Get in there and fix it,” she said, slamming the pile of documents on your desk before turning around and leaving.
“Well, uh, okay then.”
You picked up the documents in front of you, carefully skimming through them before stopping at the first image you saw. It was of a lean man with smooth, pale skin and dark hair that flowed down right above his shoulders. His eyes, however, were what made you stop reading. They had a certain mischievous glint in them, almost a sparkle, even with the somewhat uncertain look on his face.
“No way,” you whispered as you scanned over his face again. “What the hell is the God of Mischief doing here?”
You’ve never run to see a variant before, but you had to see this. Once you reached Mobius’ office, you were completely out of breath, leaning on the pale beige wall beside you. You went to open the door and walk in, but stopped as you heard muffled voices.
“And then the Dark Elves attack the palace, and you think you send them to Thor. But instead, you lead them right to her.”
“I don’t believe you. You’re lying. It’s not true.”
“It is true. That’s the proper flow of time! And it happens again, again, and again because it’s supposed to, because it has to.”
“Where is she?!”
You took a step back from the doors to where you can’t hear, letting out a breath you didn’t know you were holding. You could easily tell Mobius’ voice, it was strong and firm. But the other… you’d never heard a voice that tortured before. It was almost reminiscent of a scared child.
You stepped back towards the door, putting your ear on it.
“You weren’t born to be a king, Loki. You were born to cause pain and suffering and death. That’s how it is, that’s how it was, that’s how it will be.”
“I thought I told you to get in there!” A voice booms from behind you.
You jump, quickly turning around to find B-15 behind you, a stern look on her face.
“S-Sorry, I was about to, I just got distracted-” you squeaked out.
“Move,” she said. You quickly stepped to the side, as she threw open the doors and barged into the room.
“What are you doing?” You heard her say as you peaked into the room behind her.
You’ve seen interrogation rooms plenty of times before, but you’ve never seen a hologram of the Avengers blown up in the middle of it. How do they always look so cool?
“My job. Is it yours to interrupt?” Mobius shot back, eyes glancing to your position by the door. “Oh hey, [Y/N], you working for her department now?”
You snapped out of your thoughts, turning back towards the three of them. And, for the first time since you got there, Loki looked at you, light eyes boring into your own. His expression was stone cold and unreadable, the scared child you’d heard in his voice nowhere to be seen.
“I, um, no, I just wanted to, uh, check out the var- situation. I wanted to check out the situation.” Your words just tumbled out with no coherency, causing heat to rush to your face. Your eyes dropped to the floor quickly, so you didn’t see Loki’s eyebrows slightly raise as he watched you.
“Anyway,” B-15 grumbled, rolling her eyes. “We have a situation.”
“There’s always a situation,” Mobius sighed, before turning to you. “Watch him.”
“Yes, sir,” you said back, giving him a weak salute.
You stepped further into the larger room as Mobius and B-15 made their ways out, the door slamming behind them.
“And who are you?” Loki questioned, crossing his arms.
“Oh,” you let out, surprised he actually talked to you. “I’m [Y/N]. I help Mobius with dangerous variants, but I’m not a field agent, I mostly research sequence violations and do paperwork.”
“Hmm,” he huffed.
There was a long, uncomfortable silence between the two of you. It thickened the air. You wanted to say something, but you didn’t know exactly how to go about a conversation with someone who wasn’t a co-worker.
“Y-You know, I heard what he said to you… about your mom.” You saw his shoulders tense and his face grimace. Okay, [Y/N], maybe not the best first impression. “He didn’t really mean it, though. He’s a nice person, but he’s also a trained agent. If you want answers, the best way to get them is by sparking an emotional reaction. It’s one of the first techniques agents are taught here”
Loki’s brows furrowed as he took in your words.
“That makes sense, I guess,” he said, shrugging. But he still looked incredibly uncomfortable, his arms crossed as if to protect himself as he scanned the unfamiliar room for an escape.
You sighed, walking over to the red chairs and taking a seat right beside him. His eyes no longer had the mischievous glint you saw in the photo- they looked haunted.
“There’s no point in looking for some sort of escape, you’re not gonna find one.”
His eyes snapped towards yours, glaring at you.
“We’ll see about that,” he scoffed. “And when I escape, I’m going to burn this place to the ground.”
“Oh, please, will you stop with all that conquering shit? Just because your life isn’t what you thought it was, doesn’t mean you don’t have a glorious purpose,” you told him, badly emulating his accent towards the end.
“Don’t mock me.” He tried to say intimidatingly, but there was no malice behind it. Instead, he ended up letting out a breathy chuckle.
“You had people that loved you,” you said softly. “I think that’s one of the best things time can give. But I don’t think that’ll ever happen for me here.”
Loki’s eyes trailed over your face, fully taking you in for the first time. He spent a good moment looking at you, at the longing expression on your face.
“How long have you been here?” He asked, his voice matching your softness.
“Too long,” you laughed before rubbing your eyes. “ It could be hundreds of years, thousands? Or maybe even a week, who knows. Time works so differently here”
There was a long beat before he responded. “I’m sure you’ll find someone.”
You smiled at him and you swore you could see the corners of his lips slightly lift.
“If it helps,” Loki started, his voice rising again to its previous grandiose state. “It looks like I’ll be here for a while…” He trailed off, his tone now playful.
You couldn’t help but let out a light laugh at his words. His smirk turned into a full-blown grin at the sound. He couldn’t help but think that he’d happily listen to it for the rest of eternity, even if he had to stay in this hideous beige jumpsuit.