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A/N: Happy Valentine’s Day, everyone! ♥ Requests from @incurablyromanticsblog​ and six (!) anons. I had so many super short requests that wouldn’t have made a whole story on their own, so now… here we have a spicy-President!Loki-Bonnie-and-Clyde-like-but-somehow-also-fluffy-Valentine’s-story! Enjoy, everyone!
Words: 4768 Warnings: succubus!Reader, smut, fluff, violence, poison, imprisonment, blood, starvation
Moaning in a satisfied manner, you rolled over, letting the warm morning sunlight warm your naked skin. The sheets shifted a little during your movement, revealing your bare back to the barely awake God of Mischief resting next to you on the enormous king-size bed his magic had conjured up.
You shivered when his long digits ghosted over your spine, leaving goosebumps in their wake. “Good morning, pet,” he purred, his mischievous smirk speeding up your heartbeat in an instant.
“Morning…”
“Are you hungry?” His left eyebrow rose a little, daring you to an answer. You smiled, your eyes falling back shut.
“I’m good, actually. Not many men keep me up all night, you see.”
Loki chuckled. “There are no men like me, I can assure you.”
You had been fucking like wild animals for the past few weeks now. The sexual tension had been growing ever since you two met and when the God of Mischief found out you were a succubus… he offered you to feed on him in exchange for pleasure. He was different from the other men—the men back home who didn’t treat you like more than a body to have sex with because you needed it to survive anyway—no. Loki saw you. He saw your desires, saw your will and your persistence to survive after you had confessed your life story to him.
That you had fled your home to not be married off into a harem. To not serve incubi and their mortals men-slaves as warm a warm body to keep their cocks warm. Loki must have been sent to you by fate. When he told you about the Tesseract—an ancient artefact powerful enough to send you to different dimensions—you were intrigued and he had proposed a deal.
Help him, become his ally, and in return, he would ensure the blue cube would send you wherever you wished. You scoffed into the soft pillow. When you’re on the run, it was easier to flee to another dimension altogether. They wouldn’t search for you or find you there.
There wasn’t much you knew about Loki aside from the fact he was an Asgardian God and a Frost Giant by birth. You had learned quickly enough his adoptive father had neglected him and that his brother, Thor, was irritable enough for him to curse his very existence even though part of him loved the God of Thunder.
Having sex with him started out as a means to an end—to help with the constant sexual itch lingering between you two, a distraction as you raided Midgard for the Tesseract like a modern Bonnie and Clyde, leaving nothing but chaos and havoc behind. But then, one innocent morning, when he had still been asleep peacefully and you’d watched his relaxed features, stroking his gorgeous cheekbones… you realised you had fallen for him. Loki was an outsider much like you. He was mischievous, intelligent and oh, he could be so deliciously evil if things didn’t go his way.
Just now, you had lied to him. You were hungry again already. But if you fed on him now, a quick fuck would likely turn into Loki chaining you to the bed and having his way with you until you could all but whimper his name, over and over again. It wouldn’t be the first time.
You had work to do. The Tesseract had last been located in a government facility here in New York—a place Loki was only too keen on keeping away from even though he had no intention of letting you know why.
“I will get dressed and head down to the facility, lurk about and spy a little. I’m sure I’ll find a security hole within an hour.”
“Now?”
“Yes, now. We need the cube sooner rather than later.”
Loki frowned, propping himself up on his elbows when you stood. Stark naked, you tiptoed through the room in search of your clothes that were scattered all over the floor thanks to your uncontrolled passion last night.
You resisted the urge to jump back into bed and lick every single inch of his godly body. His naked upper body looked gorgeous in the sunlight shining through the open windows. You hadn’t bothered closing the curtains yesterday.
“You have barely slept, pet. It will take time to retrieve the Tesseract. You don’t know the Avengers like I do. They will do everything in their power to keep the cube out of harm’s way.”
“Why? What do they want with it?”
“Nothing, except for an undying power source for electricity and weapons. They have no interest in travelling through dimensions, even though I would argue SHIELD does indeed.”
“The Avengers… SHIELD… you speak in riddles, Loki.”
The God of Mischief smirked. “That shall be a story for another time.”
“You say that a lot, you know.”
Humming, he stood, revealing a delicious view of his behind before eventually turning around to face you again. You licked your lips, your eyes automatically travelling down to his length which had been inside of you only a few hours before.
“You need rest, pet. You will be of no help to me if you drop unconscious out of exhaustion sooner or later.”
“I’m fine, Loki. I’m not human either, remember?”
The God of Mischief lifted his chin, his hands coming up to cup your face, thumbs stroking over your cheekbones. Your eyes fluttered shut. You did love his gentle touches. In fact, now that you thought about it, Loki’s hands were on you constantly. It wasn’t just the body parts men usually found sexually attractive, though you had little grounds to complain about his palms exploring your breasts, buttocks and pussy whenever he got the chance. Sometimes, Loki’s knuckles brushed over your forearm, other times, he would rest his face on your bare stomach after a long day of causing just enough mischief for the guards and SHIELD agents to remain distracted and stressed. It was almost like… like he was touch-starved.
You had seen this god murder men who stood in his way, had seen him drive another insane with wit and manipulation but with you… with you he was as soft as the light touch of a feather sailing to the ground.
Standing on your toes, you brought your palms against his well-defined chest and kissed him hungrily. Your senses awakened as soon as you initiated the act of intimacy, your body more than ready to feed on the sexual energy seething inside of him.
No time, not now. You could still fuck him senseless tonight when you were both back in this mediocre hotel room Loki’s seidr had turned into a small palace. Perhaps, however, there was just enough time for you to suck him off in the shower, to sate your hunger just a little?
“I’m going to get washed,” you announced, reluctantly releasing his lips. “Care to join me?”
Loki’s grin was louder than any verbal yes could have possibly been.
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If he truly loved you back, Loki was guarding the secret like the SHIELD agents were guarding the Tesseract. You decided to make your move the same night before you’d pass on from impatience. Perhaps it was ridiculous to hope that once the Infinity Stone was in your possession, Loki would take you with him wherever he went. Perhaps it was selfish, too and yet, the closer you stepped to the cube, the more you began to despise the very idea of parting ways with the cheeky God of Mischief.
The horrifying thought, ending up alone yet again and losing the man you had fallen in love with, kept you distracted. You had to rely on Loki once he opened a green, shimmering portal to the inside of the facility.
“Let’s have some fun, shall we?” he whispered into the utter darkness, allowing you to cling to his leather armour as you sneaked through the dark and empty hallways. The guards were positioned around the securely locked room containing a “confidential” object. You could feel it in your very bones. It must have been the Tesseract.
Loki nodded at you once you were close enough. You could barely make out his features but it was enough for a mute understanding. Kill everyone on sight because they will not hesitate to take your life either.
You had murdered many times in your life. It was necessity and raw survival instinct that had made you who you were—what were a few more deaths, now that your freedom was so close you could practically feel it?
Your senses were tingling, your breath shaky. It was then you heard it. Footsteps. Footsteps that did not belong to Loki or you. Bracing yourself for the fight, you clenched your fists, claws replacing your manicured fingernails. There were perks to being a succubus, after all—ripping your foes to shreds was one of them.
“Brother?”
The warm and deep voice, however, let you pause. Tilting your head, you glanced over to Loki whose lips had parted ever so slightly. He took a deep breath, lifting his chin proudly. One heartbeat passed, then another… and then someone turned on the lights.
You squinted in order for your eyes to get used to the sudden change of brightness. You spotted five people blocking your path, one of them you recognised as Loki’s brother himself, if only because he was carrying his beloved hammer. The others, you did not know but you were fairly certain it was the infamous Avengers Loki had warned you about.
“Thor… what an unpleasant surprise,” the God of Mischief mused. You remained silent. They were a bunch of awkward creatures indeed. One of them was dressed in black, wearing sunglasses even though it was night. Strapped to his back was a quiver filled with arrows you doubted only pierced through people’s skin. Another one was wrapped in a red and gold metal suit, with only his face showing through an open hatch. The redhead woman was pointing one of her guns at Loki and the average guy wearing glasses had put his hands in his pockets. The last one was wearing the most ridiculous superhero suit you had ever seen. You raised your eyebrows at them.
“Listen to reason, Loki. You don’t have to do this.”
“Do I not?” He chuckled. “I am not the Loki you fought here in this monstrosity of a city, Thor.”
“Why, because you got a new haircut, dipshit?” The man in the iron suit bellowed.
You, on the other hand, frowned. “Loki, what are you talking about?”
“So it is true then. We were warned about you. I should have listened,” Thor roared all the while the other’s gazes travelled over to you for a moment. “How did you escape the Void?”
“The Void? What’s the Void?” Loki ignored you completely, fomenting your anger.
“How did you know we were here?” he asked instead, possibly stalling. You were unsure what his plan was—but if the Avengers were as smart as he made them out to be, brute force would likely not suffice to beat them, not tonight.
“We had help—a lovely organisation calling itself the TVA. You might have heard of them, Loki. Rumour has it you’ve been causing them quite some trouble,” the man with the ridiculous blue eye mask and stripes and stars on his armour said.
Loki rolled his eyes. “The TVA was no more than a detour on my journey to glorious purpose. I write my own destiny and for that—I will need the Tesseract.”
“Over our dead bodies.”
“With pleasure.”
The redhead kept her gun pointed at Loki. Her expression did not let on a single emotion. “Agent Romanoff,” Loki chided, directing his attention towards her. “You know those bullets will not so much as scratch my skin.”
“I know. That’s why they’re drenched in poison. You might be a god… but she isn’t.” Her threat came too fast for you to react, for in the next moment, Romanoff had already pulled the trigger. The bullet hit you in the shoulder, knocking you back and against one of the metal pillars. You barely registered the pain of your back colliding with it, too great was the stinging and burning sensation of the foreign object in your flesh.
Loki attacked, daggers materialising in his hands. Any moment now, he would slaughter them where they stood—not for you, you weren’t naïve enough to think that—but in order to end this nonsense once and for all, to bring the Tesseract into your possession at last and then get the hell out of here. You’d survive. It wasn’t the first time you had been shot, although… although it was the first time the bullet had been poisoned. You were warm. No, you were hot. You were sweating. Dizzy, you sank to the floor, shaking like dry autumn leaves in the wind. What… what kind of poison was that? How could it have such an effect on you, an immortal being?
“L-Loki… s-something’s wrong,” you choked out. Hoping he’d hear you, you covered your wound with your right hand, your dark-red blood—almost black—staining your palm. Your sight was too blurry to make out the details of the fight, couldn’t make out if Loki had the upper hand. What you did register was him flipping around, concerned… for you. The blow your involuntary distraction earned him sounded painful, lest it was Mjölnir knocking the God of Mischief to the ground. Still—his stunning blue eyes never left yours and they widened when he realised… when he realised… you gasped for air. You might actually die tonight if you didn’t feed soon to heal yourself. Whatever poison this was… the Avengers had been prepared for him, for you both. And they’d had help—possibly from this secret TVA organisation Loki seemed to know only all too well.
“Alright, stop! Stop!” he shouted. Panic was sizzling in his voice, an emotion you had never seen him display in all of your time together. In your delirious state, hope crawled up your guts. Hope that perhaps the God of Mischief did in fact reciprocate your romantic feelings for him. “I yield! I yield! Let me take her away, she needs to feed.”
Loki’s defeat was the last thing your ears were able to process before you succumbed to darkness and fell unconscious.
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“Thor, listen to me! If you lock her up on her own and don’t provide her with sustenance, she will die.” Loki hurried to keep up with the God of Thunder. The handcuffs they had used on him had been forged on Asgard, blocking his magic and enough of his strength to keep him in check—for now.
“She is a succubus, Loki. Mother warned us about them when we were young. They lure you into their trap and before you know it, they suck the life out of you. It’s good riddance.”
“Brother, please. Let me into her cell then. Let me be with her.” Thor halted so suddenly that the God of Mischief almost bumped into him. It was obvious he was unfamiliar with such strong emotions from him but so was he. Loki had realised the very moment that bullet had hit you that he loved you, truly.
The sheer thought of losing you to death was unbearable, suffocating. For once in his life, he had an equal. Someone who understood his ways, someone who sided with him, someone who had chosen him over Thor. He dreaded what would happen once you would ask the inevitable question and find out who he truly was. But none of that mattered as long as you stayed alive.
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When you came to, your surroundings had changed. Thick metal walls trapped you inside a cold and sterile room with a metal floor. Somebody had laid you down on a hospital-like bed but there was no blanket, no pillow.
Coughing, you attempted to sit up only to be greeted by a singeing pain tearing through your shoulder. The bullet. The poison. Loki. Loki!
Your eyes darted around the room but you were alone. Where was he? Was he alive? You would skin them alive if they had hurt him…
Terror rippled through you when the cell door was unlocked with a start—the amount of relief you felt when the man in question stepped into your view even overpowering the pain you were in for a moment. As soon as he had slipped inside, the door was pulled shut again—with the sound of the locking mechanism echoing through the small room yet again. Loki did not seem to care. He rushed towards you in an instant, worry evident on his handsome face.
“They will not let me stay with you for long.”
“You’re okay… I thought they… you’re okay…” you mumbled. Loki nodded. “What… What is wrong with you?” You failed to sound reproachful or threatening even though part of you knew the answer to your next question. “Why did you surrender?”
“You would have died had I carried on. I have seen death too many times than I can count, pet. I know what it looks like when it reaches for you. You need to feed. Now.” Loki would not allow any contradiction when he lifted you off the mattress as if you weighed nothing and sat you down on his lap. Green shimmering light surrounded his whole body for the fraction of a second, dancing on his naked skin as his armour melted off of his body, leaving nothing but the shoulder piece with his green cape, the arm pieces and his boots behind.
Arousal surged through you like liquid fire at the sight of him despite the growing weakness of your body.
“I will remove the bullet now. Take a deep breath and close your eyes.”
You nodded, resting your forehead against his shoulder.
“One… two…” He did not wait until three before his magic ate through your flesh to pull out the foreign piece of metal in your body. Screaming, you bit down on the remaining bits of his armour, squeezing your eyes shut so tightly you saw stars blinking before your vision.
Whatever spell Loki used on you though eased the pain only the twinkling of an eye later. You sighed when it subsided, making way for the growing hunger in your core. Loki acted on your behalf. His magic took care of your leather trousers and underwear, leaving you naked from the waist down and leaving behind a faint tingling.
He had you ignited within a single heartbeat, heat pooling between your legs, your cunt getting ready to welcome a cock inside for you to feed. With a quiet moan, you ground against him when a tingly sensation spread all over your pussy, an aching reminder that you wanted him, needed him, now.
But you were too weak to even buck your hips up to let him impale you. Was he hard already? Was he… Releasing his shoulder plate at last, you swallowed to chase away the taste of leather and instead, buried your face in his neck. He was. Whether it was the fact you were a succubus and lured men into your bed for your own survival or the effect that you had on Loki, you did not know and now was not the time to ponder over it.
Your breathing hitched when he lifted you once more, this time carefully guiding you onto his awaiting length. Inch by inch, Loki slid inside of you, your wet walls gripping him eagerly. He kept you just high enough to thrust up into you slowly and intimately but changed positions when he realised that you couldn’t take the initiative.
“Am… too weak…” you uttered, your eyes threatening to fall shut yet again. With his cock still sheathed inside of you, he laid you back down on your back, positioning himself between your legs. His blue eyes never left your face when he started fucking you, his strokes more controlled and firmer this time.
It took you longer than usual to feel his energy flow into you like a gushing river, sizzling through your veins and pumping strength back into your body in tune with Loki pumping into your willing cunt. Normally, when you were fucking, your hunt for pleasure and completion had him rutting into you like a beast. Hair was pulled, flesh was bitten, skin was spanked. But this, right now… this was love-making. You did not have enough energy left to prepare your body for an orgasm this time and yet, it felt more intimate and more pleasurable than anything you had ever experienced with the God of Mischief.
“L-Loki…” you whispered, his name leaving your lips like a prayer. “Fill me… please… I need you… t-to cum… in me.”
The way he hovered above you like you were his most prized possession filled you with both pride and satisfaction and as Loki neared his climax, his arousal nearly overwhelmed you. Wave after wave of delicious energy filled you from head to toe, healing your wound and fighting the poison in your blood until you felt your strength returning to you.
You never realised you were moaning when Loki came with a grunt, burying himself as deep inside of you as he physically could. You could feel his member throbbing against you, his hot seed coating your walls.
Loki drew out his orgasm for as long as he could but instead of collapsing on top of you once you had fed, he wrapped his arms around your middle and rolled you both over so you came to rest on top of his naked and sweaty chest.
“Thank you…” You weren’t sure whether you muttered the words out loud. Only there was no time to rest yet, not even after escaping death. “Loki… who are the Avengers, really? Why are they your enemies and why did Thor ask you how you escaped a void? What was he talking about? You are keeping something from me and I don’t like it.”
The God of Mischief sighed—the sound was directly at your ear all the while you drew invisible circles on his exposed skin. He was still inside of you, filling you up, making you feel whole.
“You’re on the run too, aren’t you?” you muttered, inching up a little and leaning your forehead against his in the aftermath. “You’re wanted for murder, you… what did you do? Why did you never tell me?”
“Tell you what exactly? That I attempted to subjugate this very planet? That I manipulated thousands of humans to make me their president, their voice of prudence and wisdom? Or that I failed and was hunted down by brainwashed Variants with prune sticks?”
“I’m not sure what you thought was going to happen if I found out. If you assumed I would be disappointed you were no good and if you thought I’d leave if I knew or if… or if you thought I’d be disappointed you failed. Which one is it?”
Loki took a deep breath. “I don’t know,” he admitted. A pause, heavy and suffocating. “The TVA—the Time Variance Authority—controls the multiverse. There used to be only one single timeline. The sacred timeline, they called it. Until there was not. One of my Variants killed the keeper of time to take revenge for her stolen life. Chaos was raging when the TVA found out about the dozens of timelines they could no longer control and annihilate. I’m assuming… they turned against each other, for when they ended up in the Void—it is a place without time, a place where every unwanted reality and their parts go once the TVA prunes them—my people turned against them and stole the one thing that could get us out of there.”
“They pruned you before,” you concluded. Another sigh.
“According to the TVA, a reality where a Loki rules Midgard must not exist. And the Void… the Void is a battle for your life with no way out.”
“I don’t care, Loki. What you did, what you were about to do, even what you’re doing now. I’m not exactly a saint either like the humans would say. I feed on men. I’ve killed to guarantee my own survival and…” you paused, hoping you would not go too far with what you intended to say next, “…and I would not hesitate for a second to be your queen if you did end up ruling Midgard as its king.”
“I must say I am relieved to hear that,” Loki responded with an audible smirk in his voice. “You are mine, pet. I will not allow you to leave my side. Do you trust me?”
You nodded, feeling his seidr tickling over your skin once more to put both your and his clothes back onto your bodies. You whined at the loss of him inside of you, even more so when he turned over yet again to stand.
“Wait here for my sign.”
“What, what sign?”
“You’ll see.” He disappeared with a wink, your lips parting. One heartbeat, two heartbeats, three. You started pacing around the cell, not realising until a blue portal opened up right behind you that… Loki had it. He had the Tesseract. How…? Wait here for my sign.
You took a deep breath—and then jumped into the portal.
Loki caught you with ease. His smirk was so triumphant you couldn’t help but grin from ear to ear, wrapping your arms around him in relief. It instantly got colder here.
“How? How did you do it?”
“Thor. He might be strong but he can be quite dull. Removing my handcuffs was his first mistake. Remaining so persistent on not letting me roam free around the facility was his second. I realised soon enough the Tesseract was not where we had presumed it to be—there was something Thor did not want me to find out. And while I took care of my dying bride, one of my duplicates distracted my brother—another stole the Tesseract for me.”
Surely, it must have been more complicated than that and yet… all your mind could replay on repeat was bride.
“Bride?” you stressed. Loki’s smirk grew even wider but he did not elaborate.
“So where… where are we?”
“Jötunheim, for now. We’re near a friend of mine. She will give us shelter until we have planned our next steps.”
“Oh, will she now?” A woman stepped out of the shadows—she was beautiful, a sorceress without a doubt. Dressed in a long black dress complimenting her raven hair, she crossed her arms before her chest.
“Angrboda… it is good to see you.”
“You too, Trickster. Is there a particular reason for why you bring a succubus to my doorstep?”
Well, you could not blame her for her suspicion. If she took you in and away from the Jötun cold, you would be grateful. Loki introduced you to her quickly, your name rolling off his tongue so deliciously you felt to urge to pounce on him again already. Angrboda shook her head when he proceeded to summarise your situation and eventually nodded in defeat.
“Alright, then. Come inside. I have cherry ale that will warm you up.”
Angrboda’s space was nothing but an open cave, presumably warded through spells and other supernatural means of protection and you assumed that she shielded the parts of her home that she didn’t want you to see with equal measures. In the middle of the room, however, there was a cosy fireplace with dozens of furs spread around it to get comfortable.
“Sit by the fire. Drink, you two… lovebirds,” she said when two cups filled with a red liquid appeared next to the small bonfire. “Only you would manage to fall in love with a succubus, Loki Laufeyson.” She chuckled. “You see… Midgardians call this very day of the year Valentine’s Day. Did you get her chocolate, Trickster? And roses?”
“He saved my life today,” you responded for him.
Angrboda nodded. “Ah, I see. Well… I have a feeling this is only the beginning of the story then.” Giving you a knowing look before disappearing off to only the gods knew where, you smiled at Loki, inching closer to kiss him. Fireworks exploded within you as soon as your lips touched his, the gentle affection quickly turning into a heated fight of lips, teeth and tongue. Angrboda was right. This was only the beginning. Your beginning.
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A/N: Did that NSFW statue of Loki that I saw the other day inspire the smut scene? No. Maybe. Yes. Absolutely, 100%.
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gigglingtiggerv2 · 8 months
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02: Mistrust
Pairing: Loki x Original Female Character
Warnings / Tags: Angst and Fluff
Rating: Mature
Word Count: 2.7k
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Back in her rooms it took Meya two attempts to set the enchantment on the door, fumbling for the words that were a commonplace part of her life.  On this planet you needed more than locks to keep you safe and she’d been grateful for Loki’s tutelage all those years ago.
Cast out by her people and abandoned by the man she loved, she landed here nearly a century ago.  At first she’d simply been looking for somewhere to lick her wounds and decide what to do next, she’d never intended to stay.
But the brutal edge to this world had reflected the pain she felt, the constant battle for survival strengthening her resolve and giving her an outlet for her anger.  Here there was no time for self-pity or to dwell on what had been lost. Here you had to fight just for the right to draw your next breath.
And she had fought.  She had clawed and scratched and gouged her place in this world.  It had taken decades but eventually the inhabitants had accepted her as one of their own.  Just another abandoned piece of the flotsam and jetsam of the galaxy, which had washed up on its shores, ready to be repurposed into a new life.
This wretched planet had given her the purpose she needed, but the sanctuary it offered came at a cost.  She’d tried not to think about the price she’d been forced to pay, but as her past surfaced, there were other truths she knew she needed to face.
With reluctance she made her way into the bathroom and switched on the light.
Peeling away her clothing she stared at her reflection.  Pale scars criss-crossed her golden skin, rendering her a patchwork, held together by the memory of every battle.  The last hundred years had been a war without end.  Needing to fight every day - at first to create a life and after that, just to hold onto what was hers.  It had been painful, exhausting and brutal.  But nothing she had done over the course of the last century had, in any way, been as hard as telling Loki to leave this evening.
Even after everything that had happened, even after everything he’d done, it had taken every ounce of her strength not to hurl herself straight into his arms the moment he walked through the door.  All it took was one knowing glance from those glittering emerald eyes and her resolve evaporated like mist beneath the first rays of morning sunshine.
Her hand clenched into a fist.  He hadn’t come for her and that knowledge burned at the back of her throat more strongly than the cheap alcohol earlier.  He’d come for his personal belongings.  Those few scant items he’d left behind when he disappeared.  He’d come for the protection amulet.  Her gaze drifted lower until it reached the simple gold and emerald pendant, hanging just below her breasts.
He didn’t need it, her thoughts argued.  Not as much as she did.  The amulet meant life.  It had allowed her to survive on this barren planet.  More than that, it had allowed her to thrive.  It had saved her from attacks, healed her wounds and given her strength when her own failed.  That there were other quirks to its gifts was a bonus - she gave a crooked smile - for one thing, it allowed her to drink any other occupant of the bar into a state of insensibility without leaving the faintest blur to her senses.  
It also, apparently, allowed her to lie to Loki without him noticing.  That was handy.
Her fingers traced over the faint indentations of the runes that encircled the central gem.  She’d been wearing it so long now, she was almost afraid to take it off.  What would be left of her without its protection?  She knew that the health and vitality she could see reflected in the mirror, was an illusion.  She’d not looked like that in a long time and probably never would again.  This planet was toxic; it’s very air, polluted.  Her Asgardian constitution could probably deal with the fumes for a while but the perpetual lack of sun took its own toll.  No one could spend as many years as she had on this desolate, shadowy rock without being corrupted by it.  
And if she wanted to remain here, she would need the amulet.
And it wasn’t like Loki required any additional magical protection, she told herself.   He’d managed perfectly well without it!  He’d cast himself into the void itself but had still managed to cheat death.  Her need was greater than his, she reasoned.  She wouldn’t survive without it.
She twisted the pendant on its delicate chain.  The only other alternative - given that Loki had never been known to take ‘no’ for an answer, not when his mind was made up - would be to find somewhere else to live.  Somewhere less demanding.  But it had been hard enough finding somewhere to settle when she was just a disavowed Valkyrie.  Now she was a marked member of the lawless and the list of places willing to offer her shelter was very short indeed.
Unless…
For a moment, a long buried hope flickered into life.  Maybe she could get back everything she’d lost, everything that had been taken from her.  Her fingers twitched as she opened her personal pocket universe - another gift from Loki - and carefully placed the amulet inside.  The little tuck in reality was a part of her and meant that, although it was hidden, she was still connected to the gem, still benefiting from its power.
She moved across to the barely used computer terminal, shifting the accumulated clutter out of the way so she could find the access pad.  To her surprise it glowed into life as soon as she pressed the button.  Feeling bolstered by this success she pulled up a stool and began to search through old messages.  
There had been one… just one… many years ago.  She’d ignored it at the time, not wanting to even read the name Loki Laufeyson, but now might be the time to answer.  It might solve everything.  She wasn’t interested in the reward that had been offered, but perhaps that bounty could be traded for something more valuable to her.
Her fingers hesitated over the keys.  If she could trust him.  The laugh came out as a snort.  Trust was a commodity in scarce supply around here.  But it didn’t matter.  If the bargain was honoured, she could finally leave this desolate rock and if it wasn’t, well, Loki wouldn’t be needing the amulet anymore.
Not giving herself the chance to change her mind she typed the short response and hit send.
The response was almost immediate.
Her fingers hesitated for a moment. then she straightened her shoulders and sent the coordinates.
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That night she dreamed of Asgard and its dark prince.  As the dark gave way to the murky gloom that passed for morning on this shithole of a planet she clung onto the dream a little longer.  In it, they were running through the flower fields, outside the city, her in the lead with Loki chasing her.
The smile was still on her face as she woke.  She remembered that day so clearly she could almost smell the flowers.  A small frown creased her brow… she could still smell the flowers.  Cautiously she opened one eye, blinked and sat bolt upright in bed.
The entire flat was filled with blossoms.  Vases crowded shelves, tables and the floor, spilling their colourful bounty of petals over every surface.  Her mouth fell open as she edged past a vast pot of begonias, ducking under a trailing spray of honeysuckle and stepped warily into the main room.
In the kitchen area Loki sat with his ankles crossed; his boots propped on the counter, as he sipped a cup of what smelt suspiciously like spiced tea.
Thoughts still dulled by sleep, Meya shook her head in wonder.  “What did you do?”
Loki glanced up and smiled.  “You said to bring flowers, but you didn’t specify which ones.”
She waved a hand in disbelief.  “So you brought all of them?”
“All that I could remember,” he replied, with a shake of his head.  “I don’t think this planet is capable of sustaining life, so they’re just illusion, I’m afraid.  But they should last a few weeks, even here.”
Rational thought slowly returned and her eyes narrowed. “How did you get in here?” she asked, glaring at the door as if it had personally affronted her.
Loki waved a dismissive hand.  “Please.  I taught you that enchantment, did you really think it would keep me out?”
“I thought common courtesy might!”
Loki raised an eyebrow.  “You know me better than that.  Has it really been that long?”
For a moment her anger at his abandonment surged through her and her hands balled into fists as she hissed, “Yes!”
To her surprise he dropped his face in contrition and then nodded slowly.  “Yes, it has,” he agreed, “and I am truly sorry.”
Loki apologising?? What in the Nine had happened to him? Catching herself with her mouth agape she snapped her teeth together and raised her chin.  “Pretty words, Liesmith.  Is that all you have?”
He set down his mug and shifted his feet from the counter.  “I know I owe you more than a long overdue apology.  Please believe I intend to do everything within my power to make it up to you.” He spread his hands in a helpless gesture. “Just tell me how.”
Meya stared at him for a long moment and then nodded sharply.  “Well, you can start by pouring me some of that tea.”
He deftly poured the scalding tea into another mug and Meya almost moaned as she raised it to her lips. Commestables on this rock were scarce and rarely amounted to more than the scavenged provisions from scuttled ships.  She couldn’t remember how long it had been since she’d tasted something that wasn’t freeze dried and many years out of date.
The sharp tang from the leaves was softened by the merest hint of honey, exactly how she liked it.  She felt tears prick at her eyes.  He’d remembered.
Not willing to meet his gaze until she’d recovered some modicum of composure, she stared at the amber liquid, watching the steam curl from its surface.  A frown drew a line between her brows.  She recognised that pristine mug, although she hadn’t seen it in months, and had assumed it was buried beneath the mountain of dirty plates and glasses that she kept meaning to wash.  Her eyes drifted to the sink with mild embarrassment, to say she was unused to having visitors would be a wild understatement.
But the sink was empty.
More than empty it had been polished to a gleaming shine.
“Wait… you cleaned up in here?”
Loki grimaced.  “Well someone had to.  Or there would have been nowhere to set the flowers or prepare breakfast.”
“Breakfast?” Despite her best intentions, the word sounded like a prayer as it left her lips.
Loki nodded.  “I also brought food.”
Meya had to swallow hard, even the thought of actual food making her mouth water.
Taking advantage of her silence he waved a hand and produced a sizzling skillet which he set between them.  “As you said, it’s been a while.  We have much to talk about.”  He took a breath, “And I have much to apologise for.  I feared it would take some time, and I might need sustenance.”
He dropped his gaze, catching sight of a stray food packet that had escaped his housekeeping cantrip.  Pulling it out from where it was tucked behind the counter he read the description and shuddered.
“You really eat this monstrosity?”
She shrugged, “When you’re hungry enough, you’ll eat anything.”
“Well I hope your taste buds have not eroded to such an extent that you can’t enjoy the feast I have prepared.”  With a flourish he removed the cloche to reveal a substantial joint of middle rib surrounded by perfected roasted potatoes and vegetables.
Meya felt her  legs give out as the savoury aroma filled her head and she sank onto a stool.  “You’ve changed,” she murmured, fiddling with the gleaming silverware as he placed a warmed plate in front of her.
He nodded slowly.  “Yes, I have.”  He studied her face.  “You must have too.”
Meya shrugged as she piled her plate. “Not as much as you’d think.  Nothing to do here but fight and drink.” She gave a sad smile, “It’s almost like being back with the Valkyrie. Only less singing.”
“Is it?” he asked, “are you happy here?”
Meya shifted beneath his gaze.  Without the amulet hanging round her neck its power was reduced and the lies were harder to summon.
“No,” she admitted.
“And your… your husband?”  
She could feel him tripping over the word, but he kept his voice level.  Taking pity she shook her head, “Wife, not husband and she’s long gone.  Nothing lasts on this rock, we barely made it through the honeymoon.  If it wasn’t for the booze, I don’t think we’d have managed that.”
“Do you miss her?”
Meya shook her head.  “I barely remember what she looked like.”
So intent was she, on the perfectly seared piece of meat, savouring every mouthful as it melted on her tongue, she didn’t hear him move.  But suddenly he was behind her and she jumped as he brushed her hair away from her shoulder.
His fingers traced the outline of a pale scar that curled around her neck and dipped into the hollow of her collarbone and she fought back the automatic shiver in response.
“This is new,” he said, his voice sliding like silk over her damaged skin.  “How did you get it?”
Snatching up her plate she pushed past him and retreated across the room.  “I don’t remember,” she replied, spearing the last piece of steak in a defiant gesture, part of her afraid he might take back his gift.
Loki frowned and tilted his head.  “No.  No, that’s not true.  You always remembered.  Every wound, every scar, every injury.  You always remembered.  You wore them with pride and in the nighttime, when the moonlight painted them silver,  you would tell me the story of every battle that had earned you those marks.”
Turning away from him she dropped her empty plate into the sink with a clatter.  Wiping her fingers on the long shirt she wore to sleep in, she shrugged.  “That was a long time ago.  Now there are too many to name and most I would rather forget.”
Moving closer his fingers tightened around her wrist.  “Show me.”
“What?”
He pulled her around, caging her back against the sink as he leaned closer.  His hair tickled her shoulder as he brushed his lips against the long healed mark.  “Show me what you’ve been through.  Tell me the story written into your skin.”  His lips moved to her neck and she felt him inhale her scent.  “Let me atone for every hurt sustained because I left you to fight those battles alone.”
Her head spun as his arm slid around her waist.  
She should just give him the amulet.  Once he had that he’d leave.  Tears pricked at her eyes.  He’d leave her to pick up the pieces of her life alone.  She’d done it before, she could do it again.  But the words had the hollow ring of the lie they were.
Taking advantage of her silence he slid his hand under her bottom, lifting her up until they were eye to eye.  Of their own volition, her legs wrapped around his hips and tightened, pressing the heat of her core against the very obvious evidence of his own need.
She tangled her fingers in his hair and jerked his head back, running her eyes over the familiar features.  He was so beautiful, she thought, it wasn’t fair.  No creature had the right to look that handsome.
Under her scrutiny his lips curved into a smile and as the coil of excitement tightened in her stomach, Meya knew she was lost.
Giving his hair a sharp tug she returned his grin.  “Bed now,” she said, “stories later.”
He swung her round and carried her through the apartment.  “Oh, I seem to remember we can do better than that.”
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*:・゚✧*:・゚  nincompoopydoo // MCU MASTERLIST
loki laufeyson
⋆ debris and misery [series - on hiatus]: Loki crashes on Sakaar and into your home. you don’t take it lightly when you find there’s a massive hole in your roof. ⋆ to catch someone's eye: During the celebration of Frigga as the Queen of Asgard, Loki finds himself slipping away from the events to the palace courtyard. To where you unfortunately found yourself stumbling towards an escape from your parents. ⋆ in another timeline: stranded on Lamentis, the event of the impending apocalypse seem to mend the fire and fury between you and Loki as deeper feelings begin to come to light. ⋆ for the sake of us: Loki dies (The beginning of Infinity War) and is sent to a place unknown to him, with never ending fields of Asgardian flowers. there, he meets his Sigyn, his late wife. he hadn’t seen her for years ever since her unexpected death of an unknown illness that no Asgardian technology could cure.
sam wilson
⋆ trouble man: you and Sam Wilson are neighbors. never spoke a word a to one another but somewhat developed an unhealthy crush on each other. as a series of unfortunate events that began with the burning of spaghetti, you find yourself entangled in a mess of the appreciation for Marvin Gaye and your fear of cockroaches with the very man himself. ⋆ coming home: Sam’s coming home. ⋆ snowed in: you get a visit from your hot neighbour on Christmas day.
bucky barnes
⋆ whiskey: you’re waitressing at your father’s bar filled with the 107th’s drunk soldiers. In the midst of chaos, you catch the attention of a certain sergeant that goes by the name Bucky. the both of you then realize that one can still find happiness in the middle of a great war.
steve rogers
⋆ pretty beautiful: after the events of Sokovia, Steve and Sam are both on the run, along with Natasha, seeking for a safe house. thankfully, Sam knows the perfect place. ⋆ promises: platonic! you find an unexpected visitor at your doorstep during spaghetti night.
agent jack thompson
⋆ steps of the fire escape: Jack spends the last minutes of New Year’s Eve looking for the morning paper and his cat, Ginny. turns out, Ginny has a knack for discovering those who are spending the last day of the year alone. ⋆ you're gonna be fine, kid [series]: you get shot and the annoying Jack Thompson maybe you’re only hope at surviving after all.  ⋆ knucklehead: where Jack and reader are pissed at each other because you wouldn’t stay off the field and put yourself in danger during a mission while Jack was being a total prick about it although the two of you refuse to admit you love each a little too much. ⋆ pretty confessions: returning to the SSR, golden hour in the midst of New York’s traffic may just lead to some pretty confessions to a very pretty woman in Jack Thompson’s passenger seat. ⋆ unbelievable: you’re strong-witted, frank and independent, and Jack finds it a little unsettling, yet he refuses to admit that he probably adores you a little too much after that one incident at the office. ⋆ babysitter: Jack Thompson finds himself babysitting Daniel and Peggy’s baby daughter. and then realizes he has forgotten how to change nappies. ⋆ baby emergency [babysitter part 2]: you, the Sousa’s neighbour, mistakenly arrive at their doorstep, thinking it was pie night rather than date night. Yet, the sight of a dishevelled, troubled and somewhat handsome Jack Thompson convinced you to help out with baby Nancy. ⋆ call me trixie: you, an aviatrix is partnered with Jack Thompson on a SSR mission.
daniel sousa
⋆ just a gunshot wound: you were badly injured from a mission and Daniel Sousa, your fellow colleague was not the biggest fan of the outcomes of the mission. yet, things get a little heated up, in a bad way, but it may have gave Daniel the courage to act on something he had always wanted to since forever.
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Adventures on a Foreign Planet | Chapter 1
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Summary: After narrowly escaping Thanos, Loki is given a chance for a new life. The Avengers allow Loki to live in New Asgard with his brother, Thor. However, The Avengers are not quick to put their trust into Loki. SHIELD Director Nick Fury recruits an Agent who was once said to be one of the most promising SHIELD Agents, to follow Loki and ensure that he has no plans to harm Earth. Pairing: Loki Laufeyson x Reader A/N: Hello! This is a new series I've been working on and I'm excited to finally be publishing it. This is just the first chapter, so I hope you stick around to see the full story. [ Masterlist | AO3 ]
Every Asgardian knew the stories of the land that was now supposed to be their home. Many celebrations that were full of food and wine also included the Allfather Odin reminding them of the battle in a small village on Midgard called Tønsberg. The audience would shiver, their shoulders tense as Odin described the land being frozen over by the Frost Giants and their malicious leader, King Laufey; the monsters with blood red eyes and physiques that tower over Asgardians.
The story was always told the same way, with Odin leading the Asgardian army into battle without fear. The War eventually ended in the Frost Giants own realm Jotunheim. But the Midgardian village that eventually grew into a city was still remembered as years later, Odin would ask for the Asgardian worshippers to protect the Tesseract.
At the end of the story, Odin would yell “Asgard will always prevail,” and the crowds would cheer as loud as they could and some would chant the phrase before filling their drinks once more.
Now, their home that they had for centuries was gone. The prophesized apocalypse, Ragnarok, had happened. The Asgardians had needed refuge and their new King Valkyrie, with the advice from the formerly Crown Prince Thor, decided the city from their stories could be their new home. The Asgardians knew there would be no grand celebrations for a long time. 
However, most Asgardians were simply grateful to have a chance to continue their lives. Hela’s takeover of Asgard caused many lives to be lost. But their challenges were not over yet, as Thanos had come for the Tesseract. 
Thanos originally went for another infinity stone on a planet called Xander. But decided against it as rumors his daughters Gamora and Nebula knew of his plans stopped him. Little did he know that his daughters and their friends knew of his new plan to go after the Tesseract. The Guardians of the Galaxy, as they referred to themselves as, followed him. With the help of the Nova Corp and some Ravagers, they were able to fight Thanos. The new legend says Nebula performed the final attack, killing The Mad Titan.   
Not every Asgardian survived the Thanos attack. Most were able to escape quickly in a smaller ship with Valkyrie and Korg. Some decided to stay behind and fight. To ensure Asgard had a future. 
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Everyday since the Asgardians arrived on Midgard three months ago and renamed the city of Tønsberg to New Asgard, the younger prince of Asgard wondered if it would be the day he was sent to a different realm or was executed. 
Loki's last visit to Midgard resulted in a strange wizard putting him in a strange portal where he fell for thirty minutes while Thor was told to take Loki from Earth. Thor easily agreed that his brother was a threat to Earth. The Battle of New York was far from forgotten.
But, now Thor was telling anyone who would listen that Loki had changed and was a hero for the Asgardians. The Avengers did not trust this supposed change of heart and decided to lock up Loki in the Avengers Compound until they decided what they would do with him. Loki did not put up a fight. What was the point?
Thor attempted to make his brother's living situation as comfortable as possible, requesting that he was not put in a cell but rather an apartment like the ones the other Avengers lived in; Tony Stark's AI FRIDAY, ensuring tight security. 
During the months living in the compound, Loki was questioned on a regular basis, mostly by the Avengers but occasionally by military and government officials. But ultimately, everyone agreed that it was up to the Avengers to make the final decision. 
“Why are you here Loki? Planning another massacre in an attempt to be some King? I wanna know what tricks you got up your sleeve this time cause the mind stuff was really impressive but you don’t seem like the person to enjoy repeating tricks?” asked Clint Barton, a man Loki remembers well. He was always one of the harshest interviewers and for understandable reasons. 
The two men are sitting across from each other at a table in Loki’s temporary apartment. Unlike the others, Loki has not been able to add any personal touches. The walls are plain and all the tabletops bare. 
“I do not plan on conquering. My return to your planet is simply because it is where my brother and our people are,” Loki responds. He sounded casual and almost bored, as if this was a phrase he repeated many times. 
Most of his life, Asgard gave him no attention except when he was causing tricks on them. Why would they when they could instead idolize Thor, the golden prince. Now he is constantly trying to convince others that he is a part of Asgard. That he is wanted by the Asgardians. Loki knew it was a lie, but the silvertongue always knew how to lie. 
“Your people? The people who did not want you to become their king so you decided it would be fun to destroy Earth,” Clint almost laughs.
“Fun is not how I would describe my past experience here.” 
The dark haired God never once broke eye contact with Clint as he said “There is much you don’t know about how that attack came to be. I was not the main person who lost that day.” 
Clint leaned back in his chair, sighing. The details given by Loki about his side of the Battle of New York always felt incomplete. He needed to hold back. The truth of those events and what he experienced because of that Mad Titan is something the Avengers didn’t need to know about.
Knowing it was a lost cause, Clint decided to move on. 
“New Asgard is starting to settle down. People are getting used to the situation, more homes are being built. They are starting work and the children are taking lessons again,” Clint offers.
“So I’ve heard.” 
“You helped Asgardians escape Ragnarok, " he leaned against the table, "You think you could create a new life?”
Loki only nodded.
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Mission Assignment Update: Report to Nick Fury at Base 018
You groan as you put your phone back on the nightstand. It was only 6am, but of course the bastard Fury didn’t care that you only got to your apartment past midnight after finishing your latest mission.
It wasn’t an exciting one. There was a rumor that a “dangerous group” in New Jersey was developing technology that could hack anyone including Tony Stark himself. 
And of course like always it was nothing. Just a group of grad students who got pretentious about some of the programs were developing and exaggerated the truth to some of their friends.
Yet, SHIELD still never wanted to take any risks so you were the ever so lucky agent that had to investigate then write a riveting report about how it was nothing.
The notification didn’t include a meeting time, meaning that Fury wants you to be there as soon as possible and no matter what time you arrive, he will complain about you being late. 
Your eyelids still feel heavy as you will yourself to get out of bed. As you slowly gain consciousness you wonder why you even have to go to Fury for your mission assignment. Most of the time you are messaged the directions of the missions and complete it all on your own. 
Eventually you manage to get dressed and run out of your apartment to head to the SHIELD base. It wasn’t a very big one, though most of the facilities weren’t anymore. SHIELD didn’t have much now after the Hydra infiltration. Many resources were gone and so were many agents. 
This base was hidden in plain sight. It was just another skyscraper in New York full of many businesses that each rented a couple floors. As far as the other workers in the building knew, “Secure and Shield Surveillance” was a small technology company that possibly made security cameras or computer protection software. 
No one ever really cared enough to investigate further.
You enter the building and take the elevator to the 8th floor. When the doors open and there you are greeted by the hostile stare of the secretary, Bernadette who has half-moon glasses and dresses as though she is working in the 1950s. Her gray hair is in its usual tight updo that never allows any piece of hair to move from its assigned position. 
“Well look who decided to grace us with her presence today.” 
Bernadette had been a part of SHIELD longer than anyone else (you didn’t know how long because no one would ever risk asking her age). You sometimes wondered if she was always a secretary or if her past jobs were more like yours. 
All you did know was Bernadette believed that SHIELD would be best run if everyone obeyed orders and that she hated you because you always did the exact opposite.
You roll your eyes and respond, “Always nice seeing you too. If I knew you missed me so much I would have visited more often.” 
“How generous.” Bernadette returns to her work, attempting to ignore you still being in the room. 
“I know, when I die I’ll be treated like a saint,” you smile to yourself, knowing that you probably annoyed her enough that she will be irritated for the rest of the day. 
She continues to type on her computer, attempting to maintain a bored face, but you are still pleased because you can see the slight furrow in her brow and her frown deepen. “Director Fury is waiting in his office. A reminder on basic manners dear, don’t leave your boss waiting.”
“Didn’t plan on it Bernadette, I’m always polite.” You are already walking down the hall when you respond, while you attempt to hold your small laugh.
As you enter the office, you see Fury but there was another figure with him. Steve Rogers. You’ve met before many times albeit the encounters were usually very short. 
He has been involved with SHIELD for many years and after the infiltration was revealed, it was he who heavily promoted the idea of reforming SHIELD in hopes of maintaining its legacy. However, he was still most committed to the Avengers and most SHIELD operations were handled by others. 
But now the two men are standing around Fury’s desk, staring at you while you still stand in the doorway. 
“Director, Captain, I hope you plan on explaining to me why we are all here.” 
Fury steps forward towards you, his arms crossed, “Agent, I assumed you would know from the dispatch that we need to talk about your new mission.” 
“Yes, message that provided no details except to meet you here which we both know is irregular. We both don’t have time for this and I assume your other guest, who was not even mentioned on my invitation, doesn’t either.” 
Steve looks apologetic as he says “I apologize that I caught you off guard, that wasn’t my intention.” 
“It was absolutely my intention. Why are you complaining so much? I thought you loved surprises and it's really a shame we don’t see each other more often,” Fury interrupts.
You force yourself to laugh, “Not my fault you didn’t wanna go on a coffee date with me,” you close the door behind you, fully entering Fury’s office “Captain, are you willing to finally tell me about this mission?”
Steve sighs and sits down in the chair beside the desk, “As you know Thor has brought the Asgardians here to Earth, they’ve been rebuilding their home in Norway.” 
You nod. Asgard’s destruction and refuge wasn’t unknown. You heard about some missions of agents being sent to deliver resources and technology to the Asgardians, in an attempt to help them adapt to their new lifestyle. 
But doesn’t explain why Fury and Steve, themselves need to personally explain your mission to you.
Steve continues, “Thor also brought some of his companions with him,” he pauses, “Including his brother Loki.”
You feel your heart drop to your stomach and breaths stop. 
Loki is back on Earth? It has been years since the attack on New York, but no one has forgotten it. At one moment you are sparring with your fellow SHIELD trainees, placing bets on who was going to get assigned a real mission first, then in the next moment it doesn’t matter. SHIELDs Helicarrier was attacked and the perpetrator had escaped.
Everything you learn about their menacing leader was after the attack. SHIELD was able to collect some footage of the tall dark god. The footage was blurry, but yet you can still see the God enjoying himself. The attack was no accident. 
“You let Loki back on Earth? The Asgardians have been on Earth for months, are you trying to tell me you’ve allowed him to be here the whole time. What the fu-”
“Our reasons for allowing him to be here are complicated, Agent. Please try to stay quiet and listen.” Fury starts sounding more and more exhausted, whether by you or the entire situation is debatable. 
Steve looks at Fury then back at you, “When we saw Loki had arrived with Thor, we immediately put him in custody. Thor was upset with this decision and tried to explain to us that- well he believes his brother is good now.”
Thor believes his brother is good?
Fury explains, “Loki apparently did some hero shit when they were escaping Asgard and now Thor believes that his little dream of fighting alongside his brother is possible.” 
The story they are telling you feels like a dream. Or maybe this is a nightmare. It is too unbelievable to be real.
“Do you believe that? This is ridiculous-”
You are interrupted again by Fury “What did I say about you saying quiet and listening. We haven’t even gotten to the best part yet.” 
“We decided to investigate Thor’s claims about his brother. We needed to decide what to do with Loki and we finally came to a conclusion,” Steve stares at me “Loki is moving to New Asgard.” 
Steve continues, “New Asgard is where Thor is and maybe eventually after a while, he might even help the Avengers out. This is a dangerous move we know, but it’s one we believe in,” he pauses. “I believe we can give him a second chance.” 
Steve Rogers, or Captain America as the world knew he always wanted to do the right thing. To believe there is still good in the world even if it felt like it was all following apart. 
And somehow he could even see good in Loki.
You are lost in your thoughts when Fury's voice sneaks into your head. “This is where you come in, Agent.” 
Your head whips around to stare at Fury, your mouth slightly agape. During this meeting, you had become so distracted by this absurd story that you forgot the original reason for you being here.  
"Thor promises to keep an eye on his brother, but we want to be safe," Steve said, "Fury recommended you for the job.” 
You stare at Fury. He was always a calculated man 
"Why did you choose me for this mission?"
"Loki annoys the hell out of me and so do you,” Fury shugs. 
“Ha, very funny,” you say completely expressionless. 
This whole situation was ridiculous. 
But, maybe it was time for a challenge. For years now, every mission you’ve received always felt the same and never truly needed a SHIELD agent to handle it. 
“So, you’re telling me my new mission is to babysit a God?” They both nod cautiously. You pause, making sure you have made up your mind, “So when do I start?”
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Legend: 〔E〕 ⇢ Erotic/Steamy | 〔F〕 ⇢ Fluff | 〔A〕 ⇢ Angst/Hurt 〔M〕 ⇢ Minor Angst/Hurt | 〔C〕 ⇢ Comfort | 〔H〕 ⇢ Horror | ♥︎ ⇢ Established Relationship | 𑁍 ⇢ Pregnancy/Children | 🚫 ⇢ Content Warning
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❧ Lake, the by lokisgoodgirl • 18+ • 〔F᜶A〕 •
Summary: "Captain Rogers in his infinite wisdom... decided that a select team of Avengers require a crash course in basic outdoor survival skills… But nothing the wilds of Cumbria can throw [at you] is more testing than the ever-present irritations and temptations of your recent ex, Loki."
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❧ Beautiful Darkness by munsons-maiden • 〔F᜶C〕 •
Summary: "You're scared of the dark, so the haunted house at the carnival isn't the best place for you to be. [However,] Loki is with you, and he knows exactly how to help you to learn that the dark doesn't only hide evil, but beautiful things as well."
❧ Bump in the Night… [Demon!Loki] ⧫ by michelleleewise • 〔H〕 •
Summary: "[Tony dares you] to spend the night in the resident haunted house, but will you make it through the night..."
❧ Coffee and Cuddles by sserpente • 〔F〕 •
Prompt(s): "Imagine taking Loki to Starbucks on a cold autumn day, [and] introducing him to your favourite season-themed drink. Maybe he agreed to cuddle with you because of the caffeine..."
❧ Costume Party by sserpente • 18+ • 〔E᜶F〕 •
Summary: "Imagine Tony making you all dress up as each other for Halloween. Well, technically, Loki is an Avenger too now, right? So what will happen when the God of Mischief lays his eyes upon you wearing his shiny olden helmet and an impressive copy of his armour?"
❧ Dark Desires by sserpente • 18+ • 〔E〕 • ♥︎ • 🚫 •
Prompt(s): "Imagine asking Loki to fulfill a dark and naughty desire of yours on Halloween. Little do you know he's been planning on making it come true from a while now..."
❧ Don't Leaf Me by sserpente • 〔A᜶C〕 •
Summary: "Imagine having a leaf fight with Loki."
❧ Fall in Love by devilbat • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •
Summary: You and Loki have your fourth date at your home…
❧ Family Moments by sserpente • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ • 𑁍 •
Summary: "Imagine Loki and you taking your daughter trick or treating on Halloween. Having dressed up as none other than her daddy, she is far from tired when you finally return home and you tuck her in, looking forward to a cuddly evening with Loki watching movies and eating Halloween candy."
❧ Festival in the Park by sserpente▪︎〔F〕▪︎
Summary: "Imagine taking Loki to a fall festival and picking out a pumpkin with him."
❧ Haunted Hearts [Asgardian!Reader] by munsons-maiden • 18+ • 〔E᜶F᜶A〕 •
Summary: "It's the night of [Samhain]—the night when the veil between worlds lifts and evil spirits roam free. You're [an] Asgardian priestesses guarding the realm [on] this night... [However,] you quickly... realize that not only the dead have come out to play... Someone is watching you. Someone... you thought you'd never see again, who's been... haunting your thoughts ever since a stolen, forbidden kiss you shared..."
❧ Mischief and Chaos by just-the-hiddles • 18+ • 〔E᜶F〕 •
Summary: "Stark is throwing a Halloween costume party.  You take this opportunity to dress up in order to garner the attention of a certain God of Mischief."
❧ Most Ridiculous Holiday, the by just-the-hiddles • 〔F〕 •
Summary: "Loki and Peter help [you] with Thanksgiving preparation. Although help is a strong word.  As disasters ensue, [you force] the boys out of the kitchen. Loki calls it a ridiculous Midgardian holiday, but are those his true feelings?"
❧ My Queen by baseballbitch • 〔F᜶A〕 • ♥︎ •
Summary: After reluctantly agreeing to escort you to Tony's Halloween party, Loki finds himself reminding you why he's your lover.
❧ Never Have I Ever by munsons-maiden • 18+ • 〔E〕 •
Summary: "You teach Loki how to play Never Have I Ever —and he teaches you something else in return."
❧ Pumpkin Patch by devilbat • 〔F〕 •
Summary: Bumping into Loki on your way to the pumpkin patch you decide to take him with you.
❧ Pumpkin Spice by sserpente • 〔E᜶F〕 •
Summary: "Imagine Loki helping you make pumpkin spice cupcakes with his magic."
❧ Rain Falls and So Do I, the by the--sad--hatter • 18+ • 〔E᜶A〕 •
Summary: "It's your love of rain and the joy [of] feeling it on your skin that makes Loki realize what… he loves."
❧ Silk and Leather by munsons-maiden • 18+ • 〔E᜶F〕 • ♥︎ •
Summary: "When your attempt to dress up as Loki for one of Tony's costume parties fails miserably, the trickster has his own idea of helping you fix the costume crisis...and things get heated."
❧ Trick or Treat│Prt. II by sserpente • 18+ • 〔E᜶F〕 •
Summary: "Imagine Loki sneaking into your room the night before Halloween to scare you… only to find you… in bed moaning his name"
❧ White Queen by lov3nerdstuff • 〔F〕 •
Summary: "When Tony Stark throws a costume party, you need to come up with an idea. Quickly. So why not take the god of mischief costume shopping? He seems eager enough to help..."
❧ Your Spell by munsons-maiden • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •
Summary: "You teach Loki your favourite Midgardian Halloween tradition—and realize something beautiful in the process."
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❧ An Odinson Halloween by lokisgoodgirl • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •
❧ Candy [Jötun!Loki] by dyns33 • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •
❧ Candy Apples by sserpente • 〔E〕 • ♥︎ •
❧ Halloween Night by dyns33 • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •
❧ Movie Night by mostly-marvel-musings • 〔F᜶H〕 • ♥︎ •
❧ Provocation by sserpente • 〔E〕 • ♥︎ •
❧ Raining Cuddles by lokisninerealms • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •
❧ Trick│Treat by dyns33 • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •
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See Also: Navigation || Loki Odinson Master Index
Authors: @baseballbitch116 || @devilbat || @dyns33 || @just-the-hiddles || @lokisgoodgirl || @lokisninerealms || @lov3nerdstuff || @michelleleewise || @mostly-marvel-musings || @munsons-maiden || @sserpente || @the--sad--hatter ||
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Loki Season 2 Episode 5 “Science/Fiction” Thoughts and Theories
            If you have not seen this episode of Loki, then please look away right now. I really like this episode and you should get a chance to watch it.
            I really liked this episode of Loki, or as I call it “Tom Hiddleston’s audition to be the The Doctor from Doctor Who”. The way he recruits Mobius in this episode literally reminded me of how the Ninth Doctor recruited Rose Tyler in first series. It is so nice to see what everybody’s life was like outside of the TVA. I like how different everyone was. Although, I would say OB being a science fiction writer who is also a physicist isn’t really that different from who he was in the TVA. It was really sad when he came out of the time portal to reveal to everyone that it’s been 19 months and his wife had left him and he lost his job. Loki literally just ruined this man’s life. It’s nice to see Hunter B-15 as a pediatrician; it’s not that different from her caring self in the TVA but when we first saw her in the show, this was not what I would imagine her real life was. Casey shocked me the most since he was a criminal in his timeline; the Casey we know in the TVA is completely opposite to his real-life counterpart. I love that Mobius was a salesman who sells jet skis. That would explain why he has this obsession with them. Although, that begs the question of: do the TVA members know some bits of their lives? Because Mobius has this obsession with Jet skis, the same way he kind of does with his real-life counterpart.
            I loved Loki and Sylvie’s conversation in the bar. I think it gets to the point of who Loki is and what he’s been wanting since we met him in Thor. He just wants to be with his friends. Loki, as a character, has always wanted to find a place where he belonged and a place where people would accept him. In the first Thor, we see Loki betray Asgard because he finds out he’s a frost giant. He feels othered by this revelation and he feels betrayed by the people he thought was his people. We even see that in the end of Thor: Ragnarok, where he helps the Asgardians escape Asgard. Sure, he’s doing it to help them but some part of him also just wants to be the hero that gets all this adoration and glory. We also see it in last season’s episode 5 “Journey Into Mystery”, when Loki is talking to the older Loki, who survives the attack of Thanos during Infinity War, the older Loki talks about how he was captured by the TVA because he wanted to come find his brother to see if Thor missed him or if anybody else did. Loki is this kind of sad character that inside this conqueror, malice, and superiority exterior, just wants to find a place to belong. He found that in the TVA. He found a place where he knew for a fact that he’s just this small being in this vast multiverse and there are things he can’t conquer, so he’s finally able to go back to what he truly wants, which is a place to belong and some friends to go along with it.
THEORY:
            You know when this season first started, I didn’t even think they would go to the Loki is the God of Stories route but after this episode, it seems more likely that that is what they’re going to do with him. If I remember correctly, just a few years ago, Loki was reborn as the God of Stories, which made him a being of immense power. Not only does he know that he’s in a comic (I’m pretty sure it was in that God of Stories run that he found out) but he can also warp/ change what ever reality he is on; he can make every story he tells into reality. Now, I don’t know how much of that the MCU is going to adapt or to put on Loki but if he does become the God of Stories then he literally can change the marvel landscape immediately. You know how there are rumors that Marvel has plans to change Jonathan Majors as Kang and to maybe bring the old Avengers back? Well, this is one way they can do it if they want.
            I’m not saying that Loki will definitely be the God of Stories by the end of this season. Although, him having to figure out whether time slipping’s rules are a matter of Science or Fiction, then ultimately figuring out that it’s a matter of fiction kind of points directly to this God of Stories route. Although, I think his powers would be nerfed a bit where he can only change reality by time slipping to the past and changing the reality through that point. That’s why in the first episode of this season, OB can remember his interaction with Loki perfectly because his new time slipping powers made it so that OB wouldn’t forget.
            What did you guys think of this episode? Was there something that I forgot or maybe got wrong? I’d love to know. I haven’t read that God of Stories Loki in a while, so I might be getting something wrong with that, so feel free to add more if you want. If I remember correctly as well, Loki ends up telling Deadpool that he’s in a comic at some point, but I’m not sure when that happened. Anyways, have a good day/night and thanks for reading.
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Lesson Four
You struggle with your feelings for Loki, while he struggles with his own personal demons. One of you will have to make a move...but who will it be?
**MASTERLIST HERE** Pairing: Soft!Dom!Loki x F!Reader Content Warnings: smut, extensive mentions of death, euthanasia, and death-related philosophy, some dark content (though the characters won't be), exile, moodiness, smut, kinks of various flavors (look for specific chapter warnings), trauma and mental illness, reader is a captive, reader has a body count
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The following day, you tried to extend the olive branch by preparing breakfast before Loki woke up, but he wasn’t in bed (nor in the basement at all for that matter), so you decided on making supper instead. Dressing quickly in an oversized hoodie and jeans, you took a basket from the counter in the kitchen and went outside to explore a little bit for yourself while en route to get ingredients for a stew and bread. 
Baking and cooking were two of the few things that gave you genuine delight in life, because they gave you the few times you could touch things with your bare hands and not risk the death of anyone. Consequently, you were quite good at it. You were looking forward to the time alone to think while working on cooking a meal from scratch. The idea even made you feel a little less terrible. 
The grocery (tiny as it was) was in a moderately-sized cabin at the far end of the main row, close to the water so the stock of fish was always as fresh as it could be. The library was in the smallest structure on the row, in a three-room shed by the pub. It was about the size of the apartment you shared with Loki. 
He’d said you should do some research outside of practical work, so perhaps one of the few books from Asgard to survive Ragnarok via the shoulder bags of refugees would be a good place to start. 
I’ll need Loki to translate them, you realized. Or perhaps, if he were willing, I’ll have him read to me. 
The idea was almost romantic to you, so you quickly snuffed out the idea. After last night, there was no way he would ever do anything special for you. Brunnhilde could do it, you decided. I’ll seek her out later. 
Stepping inside, you found a young blonde woman sitting on a stool by the lone window in the first room, her hands furiously knitting a scarf that was already folding over itself on the floor. 
“Hello,” you said quietly. She looked up, her green eyes far apart. “Do you have any books on death magic, or the ethics of--?”
“--here,” Loki said from behind you, having snuck up behind you and holding a thick book bound in black leather, a silver skull embossed on the cover. 
You nearly jumped, startled at how silently he’d crept up beside you. Fortunately, you kept composure as you took the book. “I was going to leave it on your night stand. You were asleep when I awoke. It’s in English. Most Asgardians are fluent in it.” 
“Oh, good morning, Loki,” you said bashfully as you began unconsciously running your finger up and down the spine of the book. “I was going to make supper.” 
He nodded. “I was going to seek you out. I think after last night, the next few days should be spent in study. Sometimes a student of magic needs time in between practical lessons to recover.”
You nodded. “Which is why I came down here.”
Loki allowed the corner of his lip to rise into a demi-smile. “Indeed.” 
A moment passed in silence as the two of you glared at one another, awaiting the other to make the next move. You were enchanted by his appearance, as always, but it was remarkable how he wore the simplest of outfits before you, and yet he looked his most tempting. His tunic was only half-tucked into his pants, as if he rolled out of bed after sleeping in them and just walked outside. His hair was loose, tousled, and messy. He had bags under his eyes, which meant he hadn’t slept well last night. For as disheveled as he appeared, you only wanted him to finish removing his clothes and walk naked into your arms. 
You suddenly felt vulnerable in a similar way to how you had the first time you removed your gloves before Loki. He was clearly studying you, and you realized that you must have looked like a college freshman after pulling an all nighter, standing there in your oldest and coziest clothes.
Loki looked like he wanted to say something. You certainly did, but perhaps not in front of the skittish-looking librarian, who you could tell was growing impatient, judging by the increased clicking of her knitting needles. 
“Will you be around for supper?” you asked. “I’m a good cook. I’m making lamb stew and soda bread. The baking gives me time to meditate.” 
He nodded. “How proactive of you. I will be back at dusk, if that suits you.” 
“It does, and I’d like to talk then,” you suggested. “If you are willing.”
He gave a mock bow. “If the Lady wills it.” 
You sighed, seeing the annoyance through his tone. “Loki, you chose to save my life by making this attempt, and I feel as if you’ve given up on me already. Whatever I said to--”
“--I thought we were going to save this for the more private setting of our basement, later tonight?” he interjected, taking you out of your momentary lapse of restraint by nodding subtly at the librarian. 
“Yes,” you agreed. “Until then.” 
You wanted to duck out of that awkward moment as soon as possible, and you didn’t bother to stop when you heard a meek female voice call from behind you: “You need to sign that out--!”
Hoping to avoid bumping into Loki again, whatever his plans in town seemed to be, you made a beeline for the grocer, quickly buying everything you needed for stew and bread and shoving it all into your basket, which hadn’t been large enough to carry everything, it seemed. It took you a long time to haul that heavy load back up to the apartment. 
Spending the afternoon kneading dough, roasting lamb, and mixing gravy, you found your thoughts drifting away from where you wanted them to be. You wanted to practice your formal apology to Loki, so that you could sound strong and impressive. Every time that you began to imagine the moment unfolding, he was looking at you with his bedroom eyes, his mouth hanging open as if he were starving for you. You’d nearly burned the bread while falling victim to one of these fantasies. 
As promised, Loki returned precisely as the last beam of sun shrank over the western horizon. He’d filled a shoulder bag full of items he acquired in town. You were just mixing the stew one final time as he silently unpacked his bag on the table by the sofa: a few bottles of mead, a cloth bundle that contained a fruit cake, two more books from the library, and finally, a bottle of dessert wine, which he placed gently on the counter by you. 
“I thought this might help our discussion proceed with more ease,” he suggested. You couldn’t agree more. 
You ate in silence, both of you enjoying the fruits of your efforts. Loki had two helpings, and although he didn’t affirm so with words, you knew he was grateful that you had a skillful hand with a skillet. 
“Y/N, I did want to apologize for lashing out the way I did last night,” Loki said softly, pulling out the cloth napkin he’d had tucked into his collar and placing it on his empty plate on the table. “It wasn’t entirely fair to you. I wandered about town all day to think, and I decided that you need to know everything about me, in order to fully understand.”
He took your plates to the kitchen, bringing back the wine and two glasses. He served both of you, and after you’d each drained a glass and begun to feel the effects of the second, he began. 
“What do you know of my past?” he asked almost hesitantly, as if you knew too much, and he was bracing himself for the surprise of it.
You shrugged. “Only what MSNBC mentioned in their two-minute blurb about you after the whole Infinity Stones thing.”
“Which was?” Loki nursed his glass, while you chose to take a bigger, harder gulp before shrugging again. 
“Younger brother of Thor, God of Tricks, Ragnarok, Thanos, you destroyed the Tesseract, etc.,” you answered. “And that the UN spared you from having to face a tribunal for doing that last thing specifically.”
Loki nodded. “I suppose that’s what the inevitable film version of my life will cover, but it goes much deeper than that. I was stolen from the land to which I was born to be heir, and the man I called Father kept this from me. USED me like a pawn. I sought out glory, I sought out purpose. I looked in the wrong place.”
“Thanos?”
“Yes,” he said. “And then, when Asgard needed me the most, I could only save half of them. Not even half, really. Half of those who managed to escape from my sister.”
“Half?”
“I couldn’t stop Thanos and his children from murdering half of the people on that ship. The bodies of those children were leaking blood onto my boots! The survivors looked at me as if I were the one who took a sword to their brothers’ throats!”
“You saved them, and saving some is better than none,” you replied softly. “You cannot blame yourself for the loss of the others.”
“Ever since I was born, no one has fully trusted me and embraced me as kin,” Loki sighed. “I suppose my adopted mother did, but she was always still under the thumb of the Allfather, and therefore, beholden to him.”
Shaking your head, you suggested, “Doesn’t Thor call you ‘brother’?”
Loki nodded, a smile forming at the mention of his brother’s name. “Well, yes, but he’s never trusted me. Without trust, how can there be love?”
And there it was, at least in your head. Trust. Loki had no one in his life who genuinely believed in him. He had no one who was willing to fully lay their life in his hands, and in turn, provide a safe haven for him to shelter from his own demons. 
“Loki,” you whispered, setting down your glass, “you don’t have any true friends, do you?”
He shook his head. “That’s not quite how I’d word it, but I suppose it’s close enough to how I feel. You’ve seen how the Valkyrie acts around me, how the people here glare. I am a pariah.” 
It was all coming together in your head. Loki was lonely. “You crave closeness.” 
The silence said it all. 
“It’s awful, then, because you can’t get close to me,” you insisted. “Not with my…talent.”
“Intimacy isn’t always about how you touch one’s skin,” Loki mused, gently shuffling closer to you. “It can be about how you touch their soul.”
You weren’t sure how to respond to his philosophy, so you just looked down at your bare hands, which were placed against your lap almost too-politely. 
“You fear the world, Y/N. Well, the world fears me in turn.” 
He got to his feet, beginning to upset himself at his own mental acrobatics. It was distressing to see the stress levels rise in him. Here before you was a God who was never trained to address the mind as anything but a machine. Now that he had the time and place to change that, he was reacting. 
“Loki, why me?” you finally asked, staying on the sofa as Loki went to pour a third glass of wine. 
He thought for a moment, searching for the best way to word his emotions. “Because I felt you would understand more than the rest of them, once I heard about you and how they were already assuming the worst of you. It was how my story began as well.”
You felt a pang of empathy throb in your stomach. 
“Granted, in my case, I more than earned the skepticism I faced, whereas you are just an innocent,” he admitted, “but I thought I could earn a happier ending for you than I won for myself, just to see if such a fantasy is possible for those like us.”
You bit your lip. “Those like us?”
“Magic users, outsiders,” Loki replied. “The eyes of this planet have only just been opened up to the existence of the wider universe, and so far, the universe has been far from kind in turn. Even if you could make rainbows and flowers instead of instant death, you’d be met with fear by S.H.I.E.L.D. and the general populace.” 
“I know,” you said. 
“I thought maybe we could show Midgard together that redemption is possible for people who are different,” he concluded. “However, if you can’t even bring yourself to surrender your faith to me, then I’m afraid that this venture has already failed.” 
Whether or not he remained a trickster, you could plainly see the godlike ambition in his voice, or, rather, the loss of it.
Sighing, he then decided to take his wine into his room, calling over his shoulder as he went to shut the door, “I’m sorry, I can’t say any more right now. I’m…restless. May we resume this conversation another time?.”
You wanted to cry. “Of course, though I do wish you’d stop abruptly leaving the room whenever we reach a bump in our conversation.”
There was only silence where you were hoping a reply would be. 
“Goodnight, Loki.”
“Sweet dreams, Y/N.” 
You went back to the sofa, grabbing the half-empty wine bottle and deciding to cut out the middleman, taking a swig directly from it instead.
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You couldn’t sleep that night. You awoke at 2:30am, decided to try a hot shower, then were able to fall back asleep…at least until 4:45. Eventually, the day broke, and you couldn’t pretend to sleep any longer. You made a pot of coffee, and after indulging in a cup, tucked the tome about the Ethics of Death under your arm. The weather was expected to turn stormy within the next twelve hours, so you wanted to make the most of the last morning of this warm spell. 
Loki’s door was open, and the view of his naked body spread-eagled on his bed, fast asleep, kept you lingering for a moment longer. A sheet covered his hips, but his morning wood was perfectly evident under them. He even twitched a moment in his slumber as your shadow briefly fell across his chest. You smirked as you permitted yourself one dirty thought. I wonder what…or who…he’s dreaming about? 
You quickly snapped out of it. God, Y/N, don't be a creep! He doesn’t want you anymore anyways. 
New Asgard still slept for the most part, only the fishermen awake and preparing their boats for the day ahead. The silence was a stark contrast to New York, or anywhere you’d ever been. I could almost live here, you thought. Loki’s drama aside, it’s peaceful. 
The sun rolled higher into the sky as you spent hours pouring over the black leather book about death. 
“Regardless of the manner in which it appears, death is the natural order of existence, and while some cultures fear the unknowns presented by the cessation of being, others embrace death as a threshold to another beginning, a celebration of completion, a graduation from life to afterlife. It is the most powerful force in the Universe.”
Celebrations and graduations! Hardly! If death was the natural order, then why did it have to be so dark? Why did it have to mark you as a villain, or at least someone to be afraid of? 
Why did Loki spend his entire life running from it? 
Your thoughts, regrettably, fell back to him. I’ve disappointed him. I didn’t listen. I didn’t trust. 
Maybe I really am a bad person who deserves to be put down like a…
Your thought was only briefly interrupted by something that caught your eye, placed nearby, closer to the path. It was the corpse of a field mouse, frozen in time and place, curled up as if it died in its sleep. 
I’ve already ruined everything, you thought sadly, looking at the dead mouse. I may as well be this little thing. Without thinking, you extended a finger to perhaps pick it up by the tail and put it somewhere more concealed. Someone walking by could eventually step on it. 
Then, a highly peculiar thing happened. 
You couldn’t explain what transpired. Maybe there was some sort of static reaction, or you’d brushed your hand against a thistle, but either way, the moment you touched the corpse, you felt a painful sting on your finger, burning with such sudden intensity that it shot up your arm, paralyzing you for just a moment. Then, for about fifteen seconds, you felt the overwhelming urge to pass out, as if the entire day’s energy was forced out of you all at once. 
The mouse flipped itself onto its tiny paws, completely alive and unbothered, before quickly scampering away from you and into the brush. 
What the hell? 
The mouse had only been sleeping, and upon touching it, he’d obviously bitten you. 
That was a strong reaction to a field mouse’s bite, you thought suspiciously, still brushing off the feeling of vulnerability you were in. I just hope he wasn’t diseased. 
Although you couldn’t find any bite mark on your finger, you recovered after a few moments, but weren’t sure if you wanted to go back to the textbook. The clouds off to the west were building with the threat of snow, and even though the village was only a quarter of a mile down the path, it still wouldn’t do to be caught in a sudden wall of white. 
On your way down, you realized that you knew what to do. You had to make the first move. 
Upon reaching the basement, you found Loki, wearing nothing but loose jeans, on the sofa and helping himself to a bowl of leftover stew from the night before. You put your book aside and placed yourself directly in front of where he was sitting. He looked up at you, silently, expecting you to state your intent. 
You didn’t say a word, instead communicating with your eyes and body as you slowly unbuttoned your sweater, delicately letting it fall off of your body and arms and to the floor at your feet. You’d worn a bra that hooked in the front, so it took no effort to unclasp it and cast it aside. 
Loki was staring with awe, his eyes bulging, his mouth slightly agape as you slowly unzipped your jeans, pushing them down to your ankles and stepping out of them, leaving only your lavender-colored lace panties against your skin. You decided to be a brat and leave those on for the time being. 
If I’m doing this, I may as well add some spice to it, you imagined. I don't have to do all the work…
“I’m yours,” you declared, kneeling slowly and bringing your hands up to Loki’s knees, pushing them apart and placing yourself in between his legs. “Do what you want to me. I trust you completely with my safety…and with my pleasure, Loki.”
He was still for a moment, and you were beginning to fear that your plan wasn’t working, until he finally got up, pulling your arms up with him and bringing you both to your feet. 
“Are you certain?” he asked quickly. 
Nodding, you smiled. “Please. Now. I want to learn.” 
That wide smile that you found both frightening and fascinating finally reappeared as he held out a hand, taking yours and guiding you toward his bedroom. “Then, Y/N, it’s time for your next lesson.” 
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Thrown - Chapter 33: The Tales We Tell
Summary: New Asgard celebrates a milestone. Loki finds he is still suffering from Thor's retribution
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"Oh, but you must come!" You looked at Thor, uncertain. "Are you sure? It seems like it's Asgard's celebration. I wouldn't want to step on toes." "This is a success to be celebrated by both our communities. A joint effort. Brynjar will be there to say a few words." He pointed a warning finger at you. "Refusing a royal invitation to a public event could cause an outrage." Loki smirked, it was always a pleasure to witness this side of Thor. You laughed and shook your head. "Alright, alright. I guess the last thing we want is a war breaking out." Thor wore a triumphant grin and thumped the top of your stone wall. "Excellent."
The hall that Thor had been petitioning for had at long last been finalized. Permits were granted, blue prints approved, plans agreed upon. There was to be a spectacle made of the groundbreaking. Just a ceremony, the actual construction wouldn't be begin for weeks yet. Things were shifting in New Asgard. People were settling, most were in a permanent home. The day-to-day for citizens was becoming less about finding a way to remain alive and more about finding a means of living. The focus was less about survival and more about thriving. This hall was the greatest symbol of that progress, the first large construction project that was not strictly utilitarian. It deserved the ceremony. It had become clear how important ceremony could be.
"I'm shocked you would question your place there. You should know by now that the Æsir consider you a friend." Thor sounded concerned, perhaps even hurt. You shrugged. "This is a big milestone for your people. I wouldn't want to elbow in on something like that." You patted his arm. "You've set me straight. I'll be there." Satisfied with this, Thor let the topic drop. The three of you chatted at your wall for a short while before the brothers bid you goodbye, having preparations to make.
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The snow had been cleared away, exposing a swath of ground here at the build site. The press were here, of course, and a few camera flashes went off as Thor began speaking. Loki and the Valkyrie flanked Thor on either side. The three were dressed in their traditional Asgardian garb, naturally. Brynjar and a few other officials from the mortal town were alongside, all formally dressed as well.
The crowd that had gathered was larger than Loki had anticipated. It was a blend of Æsir and humans, and he was feeling surprisingly apprehensive to be standing before them. He spotted you in the throng, near the front but off to one side. He tied himself to your presence like an anchor. Loki tried to focus on you without staring. He kept his feet planted.
Thor spoke about the significance of the hall, how the Asgardians were regaining a piece of their culture, how they were excited to share this culture with the humans here, how grateful he was that they have been given this opportunity. Similarly, Brynjar spoke about how honored they were to host the Æsir, how impressed he was with their progress, and how he looked forward to how this new relationship between the mortals and the gods would develop.
Loki's eyes again passed over the crowd and he came to a sudden realization: no one was glaring. Human and Asgardian alike, everyone here looked pleased. Hopeful. There wasn't an unkind face among them. They looked at him as if this were his expected place, beside his brother. The most natural and acceptable position for him to occupy. He felt it was natural, too.
Someone handed Thor a shovel and he pressed it into the ground, a performance rather than an exertion. Loki inexplicably found himself transfixed. He watched as the shovel lifted and turned over the soil. The earth. It struck him then, this is their home now. He knew it before, of course, but in this moment the awareness of that fact was overwhelming. He looked at you again, smiling and cheering with the rest of the crowd. This was New Asgard. He wondered why it so suddenly felt more real.
More photos were taken. Congratulations were made. Eventually the crowd dispersed. You had, of course, insisted on hosting dinner afterward. In turn, Valkyrie had insisted on giving you a ride. You sat in the bed of the truck, having stubbornly refused to let Loki ride back there alone. Valkyrie was clearly attempting drive slow in order to cut down on the wind but Loki saw you shiver despite her efforts. He shuffled closer to you, hoping to block the worst of it.
"Thanks." You mumbled as you huddled against him. "No trouble." He resisted the urge to wrap an arm around you. "You look very impressive in your Asgardian gear." "I'm quite certain that I always look impressive." He looked at you sidelong with small smirk. You rolled your eyes. "I don't know why I even bother." "I was merely defending myself." He shrugged. "Your comment could have easily been an insult rather than a compliment." "It was a compliment. I feel like insulting you now." You crossed your arms and looked away. He chuckled and nudged you with his elbow. You nudged him back.
The truck came to a stop and Loki disembarked, then offered his hand to help you do the same. You led the party inside where Ash greeted everyone, wagging frantically. Loki hadn't asked why the dog had been left behind. Valkyrie was on her knees crooning about the poor thing being left home alone.
Dinner was served and wine was poured. The atmosphere was excited and celebratory. Conversation flowed easily between the group, drifting back and forth until it settled on one particular subject: Norse mythology. You were curious, questioning the gods as to which stories rung true and which parts were embellished or fabricated. You pursued the topic with such fervor that Loki wondered how long you had been waiting for it to come up.
"I'll have you know," Thor placed a proud hand on his chest. "I made for a very lovely bride." "I cast a very powerful illusion." Loki explained. "And the veil did a lot of the heavy lifting." Thor scoffed. "And still the oaf nearly gave the game away by eating half the feast." "It had been a long journey." Thor shrugged. "And I would need the energy for the fight to come." Loki rolled his eyes. "You are lucky that Þrymr was easily swayed." "Mjølnir was recovered. That's the important part." Thor took another bite and looked to you. "What else?" You looked down at your plate, pushing food around with your fork. "Well, there was one thing I've been wondering about." "Yes?" "Odin's horse, Sleipnir?" "A very fine steed." Loki noted. "What about him?" Thor was suspiciously quiet. You glanced at Loki, then back down at your plate. "It's... nevermind. Don't worry about it." "What is it?" Valkyrie's curiosity was piqued as she reached for her glass. You hesitated a moment longer, casting another quick glance at Loki, now cracking a smirk. "In the mythology, Loki gives birth to Sleipnir." Valkyrie sputtered and choked on her wine. Loki stared at you for a moment, mouth agape. He then turned to his brother, furious. "THOR!" He hissed. Thor was hunched forward on the table, his shoulders shaking in silent laughter. Valkyrie was beside herself. You were grinning now. "So... not true then?" "No!" Loki pounded a fist on the table. "I did not give birth to our father's horse!" With that Thor broke into a howling laugh. Loki scowled. "That is a story entirely fabricated by my brother," he shoved Thor's shoulder, it did nothing to curb his laughter, "and told to the humans in retribution for a completely harmless trick. Wholly undeserved." "It was very well deserved!" Thor managed to wheeze. Loki turned to Thor and gestured to you. "Centuries, dozens of generations later and they are still telling that story!" That only redoubled Thor's mirth. "They like the story, what I can I say?" You were laughing now too. The entire group was cackling. Loki crossed his arms and sat back in his chair. A small smile did creep to the edge of his mouth.
Thor wiped the tears from his eyes and Valkyrie recovered her composure. She refilled her glass and looked to you. "You're well versed in these myths." You shrugged, smiled, and for just a moment your eyes met Loki's over your glass. "I like stories." She laughed and sat back. "That tracks. Tell me again how you got that scar." You smiled wider, set down your drink and pushed your sleeve back to reveal the mark on your arm. "This one? Oh, it was nothing. I had to fight a bull the size of a mountain. One of his horns gouged me pretty good. I grabbed hold of his tail and swung him out into the ocean." You gestured in the general direction of New Asgard and the sea. "From your harbor you can still see his hooves sticking up out of the water." There were chuckles all around. "Well done. Very impressive." She said. You tipped your glass to the group before taking a sip.
The meal complete, the four of you took the wine to the living room instead. You and Loki took places on the couch, Thor in an arm chair, Valkyrie naturally on the rug with Ash.
The conversation came back around to the hall. Thor was espousing all of its virtues. "Construction will begin in earnest as soon as the weather allows." He explained. "It should be complete by Midsummer. Then we shall have a feast!" He was gesturing wildly with his glass now. "A ball. A proper one! We'll have music and dancing and bonfires." He pointed a finger at you. "You have not seen a ball until you've seen one put on by the Æsir." You laughed. "I can't say I've seen one at all. I would be out of place somewhere like that." Suddenly Loki could think of nothing but the image of you in a gown. In his colors, naturally, something that fit to your curves. A vision. "Nonsense!" Thor waved dismissively. "You will fit right in. It will be a celebration for our community. For both of our communities." He corrected. "We must not forget this is New Asgard. We wouldn't be here without the charity of the humans. All of us will come together to celebrate, just as we have come together to build." "Feast like that sounds like a lot of work." Valkyrie sighed. "Yes, but it's not beyond us. Look at how much we've managed so far." She nodded. "I'll drink to that." The group raised their glasses in a toast.
The evening came to a close, you bid each of them farewell with a hug and waved from the door. Loki again found himself gazing out the truck window while Thor and Valkyrie discussed work to be done. The moment brought him to the contemplation of belonging. He thought of you, in a ball gown, at a feast. You had said you would be out of place, but the image had felt very natural to him. He thought back to the faces in the crowd today. This was a new Asgard. In a timeline that shouldn't be. Everything was being written as it went. He had begun to believe he had a place here, too.
It was the story he chose to tell himself.
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the new sorcerer supreme pt2
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Part of the 500 Follower Celebration Requested by: @rmoonstoner
Summary: Loki explains how he survived and you explain why you were looking for the Sorcerer Supreme
Pairing: Loki x Reader
Word Count: 3.7k
Warnings: mentions of Thanos; derogatory use of the word 'Whore'; talks of grieving; mention of The Snap
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Your shields dropped the moment Loki's voice reverberated through the small room, the rune on your arm disappearing and indicating to you that the loan of powers had reached its conclusion. He stepped out of the shadows, the air leaving your lungs once his face came into view, his eyes so visibly filled with longing, shining with unshed tears. 
"Brother?" you heard Thor croak from the door. It was only then that you realized you'd been walking further into the room for several steps, now standing a mere few feet away from the god you'd  thought was gone for the last eight years. "How--?" 
"It takes more than a strong grip to end me, Brother," he said with a somber smile. "Though I must admit it took longer than expected to heal from my injuries on that ship. I first needed to get my body to a place where once I'd healed it, I would be able to breathe, considering that the vessel we were on exploded and I was no better than space debris--"
"Hold on," you spoke up, holding your hand up in the air like a child in class.
This caused Loki to let out a rough chuckle, sounding as if he didn't even know how to utter the sound anymore, holding your hand in his and bringing it to his lips to press a kiss to your knuckles. "Yes, darling?" 
The seamlessness with which he performed that gesture almost felt like a balm to your shattered heart, giving you a touch of comfort despite the knowledge that there were still most definitely threats coming your way to try destroying you for participating in the slaughter of Thanos three years ago. Almost as if what ever would happen, it no longer mattered. He was here. He was alive.
"I--You said 'get your body somewhere'. You're talking as if you--Holy shit." You watched with slacked jaw as another image of Loki departed from his body, visible to the naked eye but…translucent. You could quite literally see through him. You dropped his hand in alarm, turning to Thor. "Doesn't Strange do something like this?" The blond Asgardian could only look with wide eyes as he nodded his confirmation.
"This is how I survived," Loki explained. "I was able to depart my physical form and heal it, but it took time. Longer than I hoped it would." 
"Seven years," you thought aloud, thinking about your conversation with Stephen and Wong before you set out for New Asgard. "Stephen said that he was Sorcerer Supreme until last year, and then he felt his augmented powers waning, and he knew that someone else held the title. That he sensed that energy here now, in New Asgard." You looked into the eyes of the translucent Loki. "Your energy," you prompted, seeing if he would confirm your suspicions.
The projection of the raven-haired god nodded at you. "Mine. I spent years healing my body to get myself to a state where my soul could reunite with my body without running the risk of having the two consolidate with one another incorrectly."
You thought back to outside the room. The peculiar presence that was communicating with you before the door opened. "Was that you? Outside?" You pointed toward the living room area as you asked him. 
The projection of him smiled at you, nodding again. "Couldn't help myself, darling. I'd been spending the last year honing my newfound powers, making sure that I would be strong enough to keep you safe from any threats that might find their way to you. And instead you found your way to me. I had to hold you, even if it was just in this form."
"Well maybe you could come back to your body and you can hold me for real, Mischief," you choked out, your heart stuck in your throat once again as you watched the projection reunite with his body. 
Tears welled up in your eyes as he closed the distance between you, finally wrapping his arms around you and pulling you into a tight embrace. You felt your feet leave the ground as he swayed you slightly, pressing a kiss to your temple. "I've missed you, my love," he whispered in your ear. 
When you caught sight of the tear-stricken god behind him, you whispered back, "I've missed you, too. More than you know. And I know that you're not one for showing affection toward your family but maybe this time you'll make an exception? Because I'm pretty sure your brother missed you almost as much as I did." 
He set you down on your feet, tucking his fingers under  your chin before placing a soft kiss on your lips that made your heart feel like a few more pieces had set themselves back into place. "I'll be with you again in a few moments, darling." He walked toward his brother and the tears began to roll down your face as you watched them pull each other into a brotherly hug, the formerly desolate blond visibly refusing to let Loki go. "I've missed you, too, Brother." 
"I will leave you and Lady Y/N to discuss her matters," the god of thunder said, sniffling. "Perhaps once that is concluded we can all catch up in the evening?" 
You could practically hear Loki smiling as he said, "I would like that, Brother. We will see you in the evening." 
"I will see you both in the evening. Brother." Thor relinquished his brother from his hold and shifted his gaze to address you. "Sister." 
"Thor," you answered, nodding his way as he walked out of the house. 
Once the front door closed, Loki turned to look at you with an amused look on his face. "Sister?" 
You reached into your shirt and pulled out the chain around your neck, holding an emerald engagement ring, knowing it would explain why Thor had just called you what he did. 
"He swore to keep his mouth shut," he commented, shaking his head, the smile remaining on his face. 
"Well to be fair, he did for a while," you retorted. "Honestly I think he did it as a last ditch attempt to convince me to help." 
He made his way over to you, taking your hands in his as he led you to the couch in the living room, guiding you as you settled yourselves across the seat, your back nestled snugly against his chest, his chin lightly resting atop your head. "What have I missed, darling?" 
"We can start with Wakanda," you began. "I didn't see when Thor arrived at the battle, I was outnumbered taking on a fleet of Thanos' foot soldiers. I didn't see him until he was already in the thick of the battle, and I just assumed that…you were with him. That I just hadn't seen you yet, and that you hadn't found me, either." Tears threatened to spill from your eyes as you recalled what happened afterward. "I watched my friends turn into dust," you choked out.
You let out a slow exhale as he held you tighter, wrapping an arm around you as he pressed a kiss to the top of your head. "I'm so sorry, my darling. Seeing that must have been terrifying--"
"The only thing running through my mind at the time was that…I had to find you," you spoke through your tears. "I thought you were there, somewhere in the battlefield. I called out your name but nobody answered, and I thought--"
"That I'd turned to dust as well," he finished, sounding as if the air had left his lungs, too.
"And then I found Thor. Turns out it was much worse than you turning to dust." The tears rolled down your cheeks in hot streaks of anguish as you struggled to continue. "He told me what happened on the ship. And I didn't talk to anyone for days. Until we had the opportunity to kill Thanos, and instead of taking the bus along with the rest of the team, I found myself taking a shortcut so I could torture the bastard myself." 
He froze behind you. "Y/N, my love, what do you mean?" 
"It was a really lousy way to find out I could wield Thor's weapons," you said with a scoff. "I accidentally summoned Stormbreaker. And the Bifrost. Next thing I knew I was in the son of a bitch's garden, and I went at him with every ounce of fury I had. I wanted him know my pain when he ripped you from me. There was nothing in this world at that moment that could have brought me more peace than watching the light leave his eyes." The feel of him pressing more kisses to the back of your head helped to ground you to the present moment, keeping you from getting caught in the current of your tragic memories. "Of course, I wasn't strong enough to deliver the final blow. That was all Thor." 
"He killed the mad brute? My brother?" The pride was audible in Loki's tone, letting out a deep chuckle as you nodded your confirmation. 
"After that neither of us spoke to anyone, even to each other, for years." You shifted in his arms to look up at his face. "Did you know he got fat?" His chuckled reaction brought you out of your darker mood. "Shocked me too when he knocked on my door after five years, adding himself to the list of friends who tried to get me to help them reversing Thanos' snap." 
"You refused them?" You could hear how taken aback he was at your words, the confusion made even more evident by the furrowing his brows. Understandable. These people were your friends; he was around at a time when you would have done just about anything for these people, so it wouldn't make sense to him why you would refuse to aid them in something so monumental.
"I didn't see the point," you answered him plainly. "If I helped them, and we were successful, everyone who got dusted would come back. What good would that do for me?" 
Tears welled up in his eyes at your words. "Oh, my darling mortal…" He leaned in to press his lips to yours in a soft kiss. "I'm sorry that my absence from your life had hardened you so. If I'd known--"
"Don't do that," you cut him off, placing your hand on the side of his face. "Don't blame yourself for how I mourned. This wasn't your fault." He placed his hand over yours, keeping it in place as he pressed his lips to your palm. "Anyway, after multiple attempts from the team, Thor showed up, banging on my door, looking like he'd seen better days. Told me that if I wasn't going to help our team bring our friends back, then I could at least have the chance to kill the murderer of the man who would have been my fiancé. Had he actually made it back to Midgard." 
As the tears began to fall down your cheeks once more, Loki wrapped his arms around you again, holding you as if you would fade away if he didn't. Or as if he would. 
You stayed like that for a while, calming yourselves, mostly you trying to adjust to your new reality, that your love was here. By some kindness of the cosmos or the fates or whoever it was, he'd returned to you. When you felt you weren't about to burst into tears anymore, you spoke again. "He gave me the ring, told me that before Asgard burst into a billion pieces because you two decided to invoke Ragnarok to stop your certifiable sister, you found time to take this from your mother's dresser. That you intended to propose when you got back. Then he told me to do with that information what I please. So I chose to wear the ring." 
He ran his finger across the chain around your neck, a somber smile coloring his features. "This is not the end of the story, is it, darling?" 
You chuckled darkly at his question. "We haven't even gotten to the part that brought me here, but we're close." You shifted your position so you could rest your head on his shoulder, allowing him to hold you even closer to him. "I'll skip the fight with past Thanos and his army, except for two details. First, I teamed up with Wanda and we were able to bring that bitch to his knees," you told him with the most lighthearted chuckle you could manage. 
"I wish I could have seen it, my love." You felt him press a kiss to the top of your head. "And the second?" 
"His followers…they call me something. And that's how I know that…I'm in trouble." 
He cupped your face, coaxing you to look up into his eyes which were rife with panic and concern. "Y/N…my darling…What brought you here?" There was a waver to his voice, as if he was afraid of what the answer might be. Of how much trouble you were talking.
"Loki, I didn't come to New Asgard because I was looking for you," you explained. You took a breath, trying to find words that would make sense…because at the moment they didn't even make sense to you anymore. "I came here looking for the Sorcerer Supreme. At the end of the battle with Thanos three years ago, a woman named Carol Danvers gave me a device; she told me it could spray out a signal to every known receiver in the galaxy. That same day I sent out a signal. Come back to me." 
"Y/N," he breathed, a broken sob escaping him. "My darling. That was you?" You simply nodded, not trusting yourself to form words as the relief flooded you that the message had at least reached him. "I hadn't fully healed yet. I saw it in passing from receivers that had passed me by, thought I was going mad and my mind had merely conjured up images, an oasis. To help me retain my sanity, to remind me what I was striving to come home to." He touched his forehead to yours. "Never did I even consider the possibility that perhaps you were trying to guide me home." 
"I was," you said in a rush. "I couldn't believe you were gone. I kept telling myself you were out there, trying to find a way back, so I sent that as a way to point you in the right direction--" 
He cut off your words by capturing your lips with his in a desperate kiss, as if he could no longer keep his composure. Which was just fine with you, for you couldn't, either. You tucked your legs under you, leveraging yourself to shift your position so that you were fully facing him now, sitting on your knees in between his legs. "Oh, my precious little mortal," he mumbled against your lips, wrapping his hands around the backs of your thighs. "I thought I'd made it clear long ago. You never kneel to me." You let out a squeak as he lifted you and shifted your positions so that you were straddling his lap instead, the sound quickly morphing into a strangled whimper as he pulled you flush against his body. "Much better," he rasped as he started to place kisses along the column of your neck. "Now. Now I am truly home." 
You allowed yourself to get lost in his attentions, nearly convincing yourself that now you two were reunited, the threat was no longer significant. That the only thing that mattered was that once again your body knew what it felt to have his lips on your skin, his hands freely roaming your body as he pulled you closer still. When his hands found their way under your shirt, fingers feeling along your ribcage and abdomen and tracing a familiar path over you with a touch you hadn't known for the better part of the last decade, you let out a sharp cry, finally feeling that sense of home as well as you were at the mercy of his touch.
"For so long I thought I would never have this again," he breathed against your skin as he pushed up the fabric of your shirt, placing several kisses onto your stomach. "But we need to resolve the matter which brought you here to begin with." He placed one final kiss on your skin before bringing his gaze back up to meet yours. "This device…"
"It received a response today," you finished for him. "I thought it was you, I was--hoping it was you. But then…" you trailed off, reaching into your pocket to take it out and show it to him. Pure murderous intent colored his features as he read the message written. 
"Who?" he asked through gritted teeth. 
"Thanos' soldiers. His children. When I fought them three years ago, that's what they hissed at me before they died. The more talkative ones called me the 'Whore of Jotunheim's King'." His jaw clenched at the words. "The signal may have only been meant for you, Loki. But I was stupid. I gave them a way to find me and now they're coming." 
"No," he growled. He tucked the device into his tunic and eased you off his lap, placing a soft kiss on your lips as he stood up off the couch. "I'll be back in a few minutes, darling." 
"Wait what? Loki--!" You couldn't even finish your sentence before he disappeared in a flash of green, leaving you in the house alone. You decided to wait a few minutes before panicking, since he did tell you that he would be back by then, taking the time instead to return to the study, inspecting what little touches of life have been added to the space. 
It was mostly filled with books. Tomes that looked similar to the ones that Strange and Wong carried around with them sometimes, the ones that were shelved in the sanctums. Then there were the journals lining another shelf, no doubt housing Loki's spells that he'd learned over the centuries, along with the recipes for various potions, some of which had aided you in healing from various injuries. 
The only semblance of a personal touch, of sentiment, came in the form of a picture frame sitting on a small table next to the arm chair in the corner, facing the seat rather than displayed for the visitors of the room. When you took a seat to view the frame, tears blurred your vision once again as you saw that it housed a picture of you and Loki. One of those that came up first from a quick Google search, of you two simply standing next to one another at one of Stark's galas, so it was nothing quite like the more intimate photos housed in your phone. The ones you hadn't looked at in years because missing him hurt you too much to be able to barely function.
What got the tears falling, however, was the carving on the frame. It was clear that he'd done it himself, most likely with one of his daggers, making your heart ache even more. Hjem, the carving said. Home. 
The sound of his voice calling out for you snapped you out of your trance, bring you to your feet and back into the living room in a few short moments. The air left your lungs when you caught sight of him, chest heaving, hair disheveled, and blood splattered on his face. 
"It's not mine, dear heart. Do not worry. And those children of Thanos will no longer be an issue to you. I've taken care of it."
"You mean you—"
"Killed them, yes." He walked towards you, framing your face delicately with his hands, tucking your hair behind your ear. "You're safe, darling." 
"Thank you," you breathed out, relief flooding your system as you threw your arms around his neck and pulled him into an embrace. "Any chance these shiny new powers could put an end to the signal I sent out?" you asked with a chuckle. 
"I can try," he mumbled, his face buried in the crook of your neck. "But if any more come I will take care of it, too." You felt his lips against your temple as he said, "I will keep you safe, my darling Y/N, I swear to you." He pulled away to look into your eyes, tucking his fingers under your chin. "Forever." 
"Forever," you breathed, repeating the sentiment as he lifted you into his arms, the shadows around the house melting away to reveal the space in all its glory, finally beginning to resemble a home. "What—?"
"I'd been preparing the house for the day I was finally strong enough, powerful enough, that I knew I could protect you against what ever threat may come your way. Then I would have found you, and if you still wanted to be with me—"
"I do," you cut him off. "I love you, Loki. Only you." He flashed you a brilliant grin as he walked you both toward the staircase, placing several kisses on the apple of your cheek, smiling against your skin as he did so. "I want to be with you," you breathed out, contentment washing over you as he took a moment to press you against the wall, capturing your lips in a languid kiss. 
"In that case, welcome home, my love." You felt your heart fluttering in your chest as he pulled back, his eyes roaming over your form rife with lascivious intent. "Now, my darling mortal, I shall be ridding myself of the remnants of that--scuffle. Against the imbeciles who dared threaten my beloved." He traced a line of kisses from the base of your throat to your ear before whispering, "Would you care to join me?" 
You were barely able to utter your Yes before he resumed his course up the stairs, off to the shower. 
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psychospore · 1 year
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In Another Life
A/N: It has been a horrible week - been getting sick and all but I know I needed to finish this. <3 Hope you will enjoy this
Summary: You were Odin's most loyal Valkyrie, but he ends up plotting to kill you when he was made aware of your plans with Loki
Word count: 1814
Pairing: Asgardian!Loki x Asgardian!Reader
Warnings: Odin being a big d*ck, angst, mentions of violence, blood, and death.
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"Whatever the Allfather asks you to do, it's not worth dying for, darling" you pursed your lips as you contemplate Loki's words. He could have asked the healers to tend to your bruises and wounds but he'd rather do it himself - to make sure nothing serious has befallen you and to have more time before Odin damns you in another god-forsaken conquest.
Loki was ordering Heimdall to transport him to Niflheim to ensure your safe return. It's been 17 days since your last contact and as the commander of the Valkyries, you had your hands full fighting the spawns of Hel in order to liberate the captured Asgardians.
Alas, with liberation comes an unfortunate trade. Despite the mission being a success, you lost a quarter of your army to Hel and you barely survived - albeit non-lethal, you sustained a deep, long gash running from your shoulder down to your palm when a Hel spawn tried to hack you. You were bruised all over, with flat and elevated spots of red and purple bruises decorating your body. You might have broken a few bones in your ribs too as your breathing was labored when all pandemonium had ceased.
"There is no need to transport you, Prince Loki. The ladies are on their way back," Heimdall declares as a flash of light brought you back to Asgard.
You were propping yourself up with a sword as you led your remaining army and the rescued citizens back to Asgard.
You were struggling to keep your consciousness when you saw Loki running straight towards you, people making way for the anxious Prince. He caught you in his arms before you stumbled in great exhaustion.
You did not know how long you were out but you were awakened by a gentle caress. Your eyes were heavy but you managed to prop them open to see a worried Loki carefully tending to your wounds.
"Whatever the Allfather asks you to do, it's not worth dying for, darling" you pursed your lips as you contemplate Loki's stern words. He could have easily asked the healers to tend to your bruises and wounds but the Prince would rather do it himself - to make sure nothing serious has befallen you and to have more time before Odin damns you in another god-forsaken conquest.
With a parched throat, you hoarsely responded, "It is my sworn duty to the people of Asgard to protect them"
"And protect them you did, my heart," he draws closer, propping you to sit upright as he sits beside you on the bed and carefully assisting you to drink a glass of water.
Your fingers touched as the familiar warmth of his hand enveloped your weary heart. How you've yearned to be just a tender and delicate maiden, awaiting her lover as you both promenade in the gardens, exchanging kisses and embraces under a tree. Such an innocent and fragile life.
Your lips curled to a frown when reality sets back in, you are a Valkyrie. You have bigger responsibilities towards the people than your own personal interests. You have taken lives as much as you saved them, and your hands are covered in blood that you cannot wash away because of the guilt - all under the will of Odin.
A stray thought enlightens you, maybe it is high time for you to leave the battlefield, you have done more than enough and you wish to settle soon in marriage with Loki. Maybe start a family soon too. Oh, how you wish to see little Lokis and Y/Ns running through the halls of the castle. It makes your heart lighter and your resolve stronger.
"Thank you, my love, for being faithful to me through all these years. I have decided. I shall speak to Allfather about retirement. I want to spend more time with you in the future," you lovingly gazed at him.
A week passed after your conversation with Loki, and most of your bruises and wounds have healed thanks to Loki's healing seidr. Allfather summoned you after you requested an audience with him.
You walk through the huge door of the throne room to see the Allfather seating on his regal throne. You bend your knees and bow down in reverence, "Allfather, thank you for granting my request," you spoke.
"y/n, dear, my most trusted Valkyrie. Raise your head and tell me what your request is" he responded
"Allfather, I have served as the Valkyries' commander for a significant amount of time and performed numerous conquests in your name but I hope you can grant me my desire - I wish to lay down my sword and retire. I hope to settle down soon and start a family with Loki,"
"How cruel would I be if I am unable to grant your wish. Of course, my dear. You can rest from the battlefield if you wish so... " He chuckled and you beamed in response."... Although, I have one last request from you. You don't have to force yourself to do this but it's an important thing for Loki and I wanted you to have it as a parting gift. "
Your eyebrows furrowed, "what is it Allfather?"
"In Jotunheim, there is an orb that contains Loki's repressed Jotun powers. It is in the keeping of a strong guardian, deep in the permafrosted caverns of Jotunheim. I wish for him to have it now that you've both decided what you wanted to do for your future." You can shake the unnerving feeling that looms over you as Odin says that, but everything for Loki, you assured yourself. You take a deep breath and faced the Allfather, "as you wish, Allfather. I will gather my men --"
"No need - it is something that must not be known by another. People are a fickle breed and they will use it to usurp their ruler. This is the task for you alone, my dear, unfortunately. Even Loki must not know." Your head drops, you just want to get this over with so you made your preparations to depart as soon as possible.
You were mounting your horse to depart in the dead of the night when Loki saw you. He ran as fast as he could but he was too late. No one around could tell him where you went, so he ran towards Odin's room - waking the poor bastard up.
"What in the nine realms is the meaning of this?" His voice raised upon the sudden intrusion of Loki, sitting upright on his lush bed.
"I saw y/n depart - she won't leave like that if not for your orders" he practically screamed saying this.
"I don't know what you're talking about," he mumbled trying to lay back in his bed but Loki ran up and grabbed him, staring daggers towards the old god's eye, rage seething in every fiber of his being.
"I ask again, respectfully, father. Where is y/n?"
"Jotunheim. I sent her there to die. The audacity of that lowly valkyrie to talk about marriage with you." every word slipping out of Odin's mouth was like venom to Loki, knowing his own father plotted to kill his love.
"She sacrificed her life to serve you!" eyes bloodshot from holding back all the rage and tears
"And to die she shall - what better way for a Valkyrie to die than in battle, knowing she is doing it for the love of her life"
Loki heard enough, and in a fit of rage, he struck a dagger right into Odin's heart. His last words are garbled as blood pours out of his mouth. From the gaping wound on his chest flowed blood that stained the pristine white sheets of the bed.
In sheer terror, Loki fell back knowing full well he killed Odin but he immediately got back to his senses knowing his love needs him. He rushed out through the open window, not looking back to depart for Jotunheim.
In Jotunheim, you were met by the stinging cold. Your thick coat barely withstands the wild temperature. It was a consolation that it did not take a long time for you to discover the entrance of the cavern. Inside, it was a bit warmer and less torrential. You lit a torch and made your way toward the deeper parts of the cavern.
You can almost see the orb, floating in the middle of an empty dome-like space. You scanned the surroundings for any signs of creatures that might be guarding the orb. You spot a slithering creature writhing underneath. Ebony scales interlocking from each other, you cannot see where it starts or ends so you decide to light another torch and throw it in the direction opposite to you. In a flash, the torch was quickly engulfed by the creature, which barely answered your looming question.
You camped there for half an hour, preparing weapons to fight off the monster when suddenly the whole area shook. Debris started to fall making you unable to go back from where you came in. With no choice, you decided to face the creature head-on.
You jumped from behind the rock where you were hiding and shot the creature making it prop its huge head out to attack you. It was fast, but you were faster - dodging each heavy blow you responded by slashing through its tough hide. It was almost impenetrable. This went on for hours until a bright idea came, throwing an explosive bomb inside the creature's mouth. It was difficult but you managed to do it, the creature writhe in pain before laying immobile on the ground.
You reached out to grab the orb when you felt a searing pain in your chest. You looked down to see blood dripping, and you look back to see that the creature made its final attempt by piercing you when you least expected it - which it succeeded in doing. You kneeled from the loss of strength, eyes starting to get hazy as you felt your life slipping away from you.
You lie on the cold ground of the cavern - bathing in your own blood as you remember everything, your life as a Valkyrie, your promise to Loki... Oh, Loki. You didn't even get to say a proper goodbye. A tear fell from your eye before closing it for the last time.
Loki manages to find you in the cavern. Your lifeless body was already frozen by the cold of Jotunheim. He ran to embrace you in his arms trying to find any way to bring you back. Emotions well up, rage, anger, frustration... Regrets...
Gathering all of his Jotun powers, Loki encased you both in permafrost. Frozen in time - you like your love for each other. If you cannot be in life, maybe in death you both can find solace. Maybe in another life, you both will have a better chance to be together.
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⭐️The Mischief of a Familiar Legend (Loki X Female Reader) ⭐️
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Okay, this story just happened! So I am late posting updates to everything else because this solstice tale seemed to take over! It might be truly terrible! I’m sorry!!
It features Jötun Loki!
A lot of mischief and chaos, things Loki specializes in…
Summary: A winter solstice celebration on Asgard is crashed by a returning Loki, and you are faced with an ensuing identity crisis of epic proportions.
Smut Scale: Minors do not read! 18+ Old horny folks have at it! 🔥🔥🔥
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The gilded participants of the royal winter solstice court collectively held their breath as the thick wooden door swung open, blowing in the longest night of the year-and a face no one had seen in a very long time.
Prince Loki stood in the doorway.
His tall form-foreboding. Freshly fallen snow lay in the gray fur trim of his coat and eyelashes, which covered his muted vermillion eyes.
His skin was not the pallor moon color of the other Asgardian partygoers. Or anything like what you might have assumed it to be. The words “Blár himinn” escaped your mouth in a haunted whisper. You’d been studying Old Norse, and it was the first thing that came to mind as you tried to take him in.
He was one of the most exciting beings you’d ever seen in your entire life. You were so thoroughly shocked, much like the rest of the attendees. You scanned the room, waiting for someone from the royal family to speak up as you clutched your wine glass, still almost full to the rim.
Then a deep voice edged with emotion came from the back of the large banquet hall.
“Loki.”
He brushed a few errant snowflakes from himself that had yet to melt. He cleared his throat. Perhaps he had not spoken in a while, you puzzled.
“Father,” was his simple reply.
Somehow the palace became even quieter with the two words spoken by father and son. They seemed to absorb all the ambient noise further. Even the logs on the fire ceased to crackle. Frigga was the next to speak, but she had made her way towards Loki, leaving Odin standing near the silent roaring fire.
“My son,” she collapsed her arms around him, holding him tightly. She looked tiny, her crown diminutive.
“Queen Frigga, let’s not pretend with pleasantries. You know very well I am not your son.”
“Loki, you will always be my son. I am so glad you are still alive. I am so thankful you survived whatever recent toils you have encumbered.”
“I am not sure I did, mother.”
“I am not the man you last saw.”
“I see that, Loki,” Frigga said, scanning her son’s appearance. She had never seen him in his fully Jötun form. He was remarkable and frightening all at once.
“Do you prefer to be Jötun now, son?” Frigga’s words slowly escaped from her mouth as she touched his hair.
Loki scoffed. He could not believe his mother’s gall—her supposition.
“If you believe that is true, then you are a worse fool than I imagined, mother, like every last one of you.”
Loki’s callous tone was consuming.
By now, Thor, Odin, and the rest of the einherjar had gained the confidence to approach the returned prince.
With caution, they encircled him. Unsure if he was hostile, they were ready to take Odin’s orders should Loki be deemed a clear threat.
A thousand different possibilities merged in the minds of his family. Where had Loki been all these years? He had returned briefly when he could break free of the Chitari. The damage he had incurred in New York had been minimized, thankfully. Still, Loki felt deep remorse and embarrassment for being at the mercy of such a demented race of beings who capitalized on his weakness. He left Asgard as soon as possible and would not have returned tonight had he not needed their help.
He had run out of options.
Loki didn’t like the extra attention he was getting now. He didn’t want to stop his family's lavish event on his account. He had hoped for a less dramatic entrance. His timing was off.
“I am not a feral monster. Even though I may look it father, you can call off the einherjar.”
Odin waved his hand.
“Stand down.”
The royal guards nodded briefly and left the hall.  Odin turned to the stunned crowd and addressed them.
“Please keep the music going. My son has been gone for quite a while. We will take a brief leave as a family and shortly return,” he turned to Frigga and Thor and ushered them all to the adjacent serving room.
As Odin’s orders to recommence the party filtered through the crowd, chatter could be slowly heard again, along with the gentle sound of the ceremonial harp and drums sending rhythm into the air.
Thor’s normally steady appearance was dimmed. He looked like he encountered a ghost, judging by his startled expression as they all filtered into the busy room full of servants.
When they closed the door, you lost sight of them but moved closer across the room, hoping to hear something.
You were a mere Midgardian healer, but you were intrigued by the possibility of talking to Loki.
Someone you had wondered about since you were granted a research position in the court. You put your ear to the door as you’d seen on old sitcoms, and just like in a sitcom-the door soon swung open, hitting you in the side.
Loki filed out with his entire family trailing loosely behind him, trying to get him to slow down and listen.
He stopped briefly and looked in your direction as you rubbed your arm.
Laughing, he strutted further into the hall and said, “As the saying goes, you get what you deserve for being nosy."
You raced after Loki and joined the line his family was forming behind him. He stopped at the large food table and grabbed what looked like a croissant filled with brie and figs. He took a large bite and stood chewing while staring at you.
Something about his tone to you supposed a familiarity. It was disorienting.
You interjected and spoke, “Sir, I am sorry for listening in. I just was worried you were going to leave.”
“Now why would that worry you, pet?”
Pet? Again, a familiarity that was flummoxing.
You tried to speak quickly while you had his audience, “because I am here from Midgard, I am what you would know as a healer. I am looking for an element on Asgard that I feel, will help my fellow humans…I want to….”
Loki interrupted you mid-sentence.
“You wouldn’t be the first weakling human seeking the help of the gods, and surely not the last,” Loki sighed and moved on to pour himself a large goblet of wine from a crystal decanter.
You were somewhat taken aback. Perhaps you’d mistaken this god for someone benevolent…
“Weakling? I beg your pardon?” you said, feeling confused. Sure, he was in another form and looked very intimidating, but wasn’t he ultimately supposed to be at the mercy of humans?
Thor stood between you and Loki. Absentmindedly he continued the conversation they were having in the serving room.
“Loki, you can’t just show back up like this! We thought you were dead this time, for real. You must tell us why you have reappeared!”
Loki ignored Thor and returned his gaze to you.
“I think you might have mistaken the god of mischief for what you humans now call Santa Claus. I am not here to give you what is on your ‘wish list,’ especially if it is some ‘cure,’ and I do not care if you’ve been naughty or nice,” Loki laughed to himself.
He continued pointily speaking, “I hope you’ve been naughty. I’d more likely grant you one of your wishes if that were the case.”
“Naughty?” you mumbled nervously under your breath. Was he reading your mind!?
It was true. As you watched him devour food from the buffet table, a stray thought appeared like a singular meteor streaking through the sky. One could miss it if you weren’t incredibly fast.
But he was just that fast.
You had paid too much attention to the tight fit of his long coat. The way his dark hair fell across his shoulders. The lithe blue of his body seemed to be barely contained by the black leather he wore. No. You shouldn’t look at him like that, and you shouldn’t think these things. You had stopped yourself-but. It was enough for him to know. He turned his attention back to Thor, Odin, and his mother, who seemed on the verge of frantic.
He sighed to himself. Loki knew he must explain something soon.
“Fine. If I must explain, I am here because, for every god-forsaken year since the Chitauri intercepted me, I seem unable to keep my Æsir form during the winter solstice,” Loki explained with tinges of pain and relief for having explained himself a little.
As a doctor from Earth, you were now an invested part of this discussion, seeing as no one so far seemed to have the ability to shoo you off. And the fact remained, there was a familiarity. His casual tone with you, your peaked interest in him. The fact you were still standing alongside the royal family when other mortals would have fled.
Your mind raced with possible reasons for Loki's new problem keeping his Æsir form. Why did this problem only occur during the winter solstice? Had this alien race, which you only knew a small amount about, done something to him? Or was this a natural process now happening to him? Would it have happened whether he knew his true origin or not?
Odin spoke first. “You come back to your family for help. I see. This is where you belong.  I am glad you finally see the error in your ways….” Frigga moved closer between her son and king.  She quickly cut him off before he could perhaps anger Loki further.
Changing the subject, she said, “Loki, why don’t we bring you to soul forge and Eir? I wish you would have come sooner than continue to stay away like this,” her face crestfallen.
Loki went on, “Being in my Jötun form was not the only reason I stayed away, mother. Lies, deceit, and general malice inflicted upon me by my family might rise to the top of my reasons.” His smile was icy.  
Your next words were careful, continuing to feel the strange compulsion to stay in this obvious family-only situation.
But your time was quickly evaporating.
“Who is this woman again?” Loki said, stepping so close you could feel his hot breath on your head. His attention was so focused on you. You had trouble blinking your eyes.
Frigga grabbed your arm and spoke to you both, “son, she’s here researching….”
“Yes, yes, she told me. Some boring cure. Well, it seems, pet, we both need some leiðr. Perhaps we have business together after all.” He was smug and even more casual, with possibly more licentious double meaning between his words.  You tried to remain centered. Calm.
“Loki, yes, I think I could perhaps help you if you let me-and maybe yes, perhaps you can help me with what I am looking for,” you said timidly.
Loki continued to keep his ruby eyes on you. “Hmm, you do look rather familiar. Is this your first time on Asgard? Do we possibly know one another?”
You answered him quickly, nervously, tugging at your dress. “This is my first time on Asgard. I understand not many humans come here. There is no way we could know one another, sir.
Loki looked disgusted. “Please stop calling me, sir. Master might be more befitting, but we need to get to know one another just a tad more.”
Your flushed face was impossibly hot. You held your hand against it. You were both intrigued and offended, it was enjoyably distasteful.
Frigga seemed to agree that adding you to the royal entourage of healers was a good idea, even though she was not sure of her son’s true motivation. Surely enough, he did seem to recognize you from somewhere, from some place or time.
The winter solstice festivities continued, but Odin had moved you and Loki to the healer Eir’s compound. Thor had begrudgingly agreed to stay behind, entertain the guests, and receive the various offerings while his brother was being tended to.
Once Loki was situated with the healers he was throughly examined and placed in the soul forge.
You noticed Loki barely fit in while in his Jötun form. His long legs trundled off the bed of the quantum molecular device. He had stripped down to nothing but his black leather pants. The distinctive lacing at the front was very distracting. No belt was required, just a solid arm to pull the laces taut against his stomach.
You were careful to conceal your thoughts in an overarching mental picture of your Hippocratic discernment. He turned his gaze to you once or twice, and you quickly looked away.
“Loki, you can get up now,” Eir said as she held her soft, delicate hands to him. Eir and Frigga had carefully done all they could to try and understand the waning seiðr.
He sat up and ran his hands through his hair which was curling slightly. He then held on to his own body strangely. Was he possibly in pain, you thought to yourself?
Eir and Frigga closed their notebooks and asked the rest of the healing staff to leave. Frigga sat down next to her son.
“Loki, it seems that the stress of being under the mind control of the Chitauri broke our spell in a particular way associated with the calendar cycle of Jötun biology.”
“What does that mean, mother? Am I to continue to go through this year after year?”
“Son, I think so, until….”
Eir sat on the other side of Loki, placing her hand on his shoulder. She had practically raised Loki along with his parents. Having first held him when he was a tiny baby stolen for Jötunheim.
“Come out with it, mother, just tell me plainly,” Loki was perplexed and wondered why the long preamble to any discoveries that had been made.
You already knew what they meant, as likely did Loki. Jötun must have a cyclical reproductive cycle associated with the absence of the sun and the longest night during the winter solstice. They must become most fertile during this time away from the sun. That made sense, given the star, had any power over them at all.
It was just one of many suns that filled the nine realms, you marveled at the significance it could have. Your eyes averted to the still-dark night outside. You imagined there were perhaps a few hours left before dawn.
You walked over to Loki, watching his sullen face in the candlelight of the healer’s small quarters.
You finally spoke as tenderly as possible, “How long do you usually stay in your Jötun form when this happens?”
He looked at you with his usual caviler and shrugged his shoulders.
“It has never been the same once. That is why I am forced to come here now. I cannot live a proper life with this looming. I do not want to stay as a monster for any length of time.”
You couldn’t believe how he again referred to himself as a monster. He seemed the furthest thing. Except for his crass mouth, he was handsome. He was more than handsome in his Jötun body.
“Loki, I suspect perhaps if you, how do I say this, if you found a lover, perhaps that would shorten the time you spend in your Jötun form,” Eir suggested while looking at Frigga nervously.
She responded tentatively, “Son, we know you’ve never had a problem finding a lover. I am certain it should not be a problem now. This is worth a try if you haven’t already, um…tried this remedy.”
Loki responded quickly, hopping off the soul forge and magicking his clothes back on. He quickly walked towards the healer’s doorway and almost left before pausing briefly.
“Who would want me like this, mother? You continue to slay my already broken heart with your willful ignorance of the turmoil you and father have perpetuated. I am better off returning to Jötunheim to reclaim my rightful throne and leaving this world of lies behind me.”
With that final cutting remark, Loki left.
You felt you had no choice but to chase after him, leaving both Frigga and Eir flustered and saddened. Frigga’s delicate hands covered her face, fighting back her tears of regret. Eir was more curious about you and what would transpire next.  
“LOKI!” you screamed his name as you plowed through what felt like feet of snow. So much you could barely see the tops of your boots. You followed his snow steps and quickened your pace, calling his name repeatedly into the snowy solstice night.
“LOKI PLEASE!” you were breathless. The wanton desperation and lust of a woman had replaced the righteous doctor from Midgard. The thought of Loki finding himself repulsive in his Jötun form was so painful you could barely stand it. You wanted to help him, and you were painfully attracted to him. There was a certainty to it you couldn’t understand.
Finally, you made it back to the palace grounds, having traced every one of his steps until you arrived at the tower where his old room was likely located. You spotted a soft orange glow from the tallest window. He must be up there.
Contemplating the likely 400 steps, it would take to climb was another matter. Again, you called him, “LOKI, LOKI, it’s me. Can I come up? Or can you help me come up? I’m freezing down here.” It was true. You were almost frostbitten. You only had your thin coat over your gown, not a hat or gloves. The wind whipped around you and the palace. Just as you were about to leave, truly saddened and crazed that your curiosity had gotten you involved in such a mess-you heard the baritone of his voice cascade seemingly brick by brick down to you.
“Human, you are truly mad. You’re not coming up here.”
“Loki, were you not the one who was shamelessly suggesting I call you master just hours earlier?” your query blasted back at him.
“You found me attractive, or there was something you recognized, something familiar…I recognize it, too, or I wouldn’t be here freezing! Now please, can you bring me up? Just to talk even.”
“Fine.”
Loki had indeed had enough of his Rapunzel moment. He snapped his blue fingers, and you were in his room.
You both looked at one another for a brief moment before speaking more intimately.
Loki continued his protest at the thought of you helping him break this strange curse. He went on.
“We simply can’t...for one thing, human, I am twice your size.”
You laughed and sat on the bed, immediately grabbing his blankets around your shoulders. Loki saw you struggling and placed the white reynir fur around you. His hands lingering in a delicate slow motion, it seemed he was contemplating the possibility that neither of you might be clothed and blanketed for long…
“I am a doctor, Loki, and I am bound to heal no matter what by decree of an oath.”
“That oath does not count when you are visiting another realm.”
“It should!” you exclaimed as you patted the space next to you, seemingly inviting him to sit.
Loki did sit. There was barely enough room for the two of you. Suddenly both of your eyes were lost in the same thought. The bed was too narrow.
“The only way this is going to work love is if you get on top and ride me, if you can, that is. This bed won’t due.” He was sinfully smirking.
His mischievousness was resurfacing at a rapid pace. He had shifted his demeanor exceedingly fast.
Was he always so mercurial, you thought?
You took a deep breath. Both relieved he was not feeling so sorry for himself, but now that he was easier than you expected to convince, you had to make good on your offer. There seemed to be no way to go back. Not that you really wanted to rejoin the party. Not after this.
He leaned closer to you and grabbed your hair, pulling it out of your face enough for his lips to land squarely on yours. He didn’t take his time. His tongue plunged into your mouth, searching. His hands roamed your gown.
One palm took the back hooks and began unfastening so quickly your mind was buzzing. You pulled away for a moment and tried to think. You had wanted to talk to him before he was all over you…
“Loki, we don’t know if this will work. I don’t want you to be alarmed if you are still in your frost giant form after we, after you….”
“After I put my seed inside you lovely pet? Is that what you are trying to say?” his hands cupped your entire face as he stared into your eyes, laughing.
“I had wondered if you needed to or could just, you know, come on my stomach or something miserably quotidian like that.”
“Dear I think we both know how to break the spell. I must fill you with so much seed there will be no way you won’t leave my bedroom not pregnant with my child.”
You were now a little scared. His voice was harsh and raspy, crazed a little. He was hiding this carefully since he arrived at the winter solstice event. He was not entirely in control of any of this. This was why he was seeking his family's help. He was desperate.
You pondered the chances you’d get pregnant. You were responsible, you were a doctor. You could have a family. An Interspecies one seemed more daunting.
You considered if it was even possible for a human and a Jötun to mate? Your mind kept searching for examples in history. Had this ever happened before? While you were thinking and not thinking, in your haze, Loki removed the rest of his clothes.
You might have looked hesitant as he spun you around and loosened the rest of your fastenings. You stepped out of your gown, leaving the satin dress pooled at your feet for a moment before he lifted you into his arms. With a snap of his fingers, Loki lit the fire in the ancient-looking eldhús before laying you back down on a pile of furs beside it.
“What about the bed...?” you looked at him, slightly confused. You thought you had it all worked out.
Loki looked amused, “Dear, after more consideration I thought we might end up breaking it.”
You were smiling at his forethought into the impact of his Jötun virility.
“I want you. Will you have me? Even if I am a frost giant?” he mumbled into your ear, gently running his fingers over your nipples and down your stomach to your sex.  
“Yes, I will have you,” you whispered back to Loki, closing your eyes.
This was ridiculous but somehow you were following your instincts as antithetical to your best interests as they were at the moment.
Loki’s long fingers quickly pushed inside your wanting body. When he pulled them out again, he delicately held a single digit to his lips, tasting you, he seemed to let go of all decorum and niceties in his euphoria.
He was going to fuck you…now.
With acrobatic ease, he pulled you on top of him, your legs strained to straddle him properly.
Loki’s cock was bewildering. As it touched your stomach, you leaned forward to grab it. Loki’s head fell backward, and he arched upwards with every stroke and flick of your wrist, winding around its massive size. Loki’s eyes met yours before he quietly spoke.
“Are you ready?”
You smiled and gulped audibly.
“Ready as I will ever be,” you leaned down over him and kissed him passionately, with no reserve. This wild adventure pulsed through your veins with enough adrenaline to jump-start a tow truck. You lifted yourself and placed his cock inside you. You could do nothing but wince for a moment, but he gave you no choice to linger. His hips quickly bucked up, you yelped, and his arms came and wrapped around you, pulling you impossibly close.
“Min kærleik,” Loki seemed to repeat endlessly into your ear as he placed his head into the crook of your neck.
“Min kærleik, not long now,” he said as you continued to ride him with all your energy.
He was slightly aware that in this heightened state, he would not be the harbinger of endless hours of pleasure, at least not at this delicate moment.
You looked down at his cock inside you, wet, gliding effortlessly. How could this man have believed he was not beautiful in this form?
“You can fill me, Loki, do it, please,” you were truly lost in the moment, a little crazy.
Then he did.
It was like when he first stepped into the hall, the silence his presence afforded, the absence of sound. The same phenomena was occurring now.
You might have only closed your eyes for a second, but that was all it took.
You looked down again at the man beneath your spent body, and suddenly he was his normal pale, tall, wiry Loki.
“LOKI.”
“What, min ást,” his eyes were still closed.
“LOKI, YOU ARE CHANGED! WE DID IT!”
Loki’s now pale blue eyes opened, a sly smile etched across his face.
“I see. Well, thank you, my dove, for your contribution to both ‘science,’ as you say on Midgard, and the hopeful continuation of the royal lineage,” his hands found your stomach and stayed there rubbing small circles.
He was suddenly a little too calm perhaps for your liking.
“Loki, aren’t you relieved that you are no longer bound to continue transforming into your Jötun form every solstice? We did it! We broke the spell!”
“Oh, we sure did, pet,” Loki said as he rolled over on his elbow.
“Now, lay back down. I’m sure there are other curses and maledictions we could eliminate,” he said as he gently pushed you under him, kissing your neck.
It was as if you had awoken from a daze.
“LOKI, you need to stop for a moment,” you looked straight into his flashing eyes.
“Whatever is it, dove?” Loki looked aghast.
“Were you lying this whole time? Was there ever a curse on you?!” you said as you pushed him off you with a thud.
Dear lord. You looked down at your still naked body. You felt his come between your legs and shivered—that bastard.
You knew it wouldn’t hurt him, but you slapped him hard enough that he winced slightly.
“You didn’t have to make an elaborate lie just to sleep with me or breed me whatever it is we’ve done! This is more monstrous behavior than being a Jötun will ever be!” Loki held your arm back from possibly slapping him again, “I didn’t lie to sleep with you! I saw you right away. We know one another, dove. You aren’t the Midgardian doctor you claim to be either.”
“Yes, I am Loki! What in the hell are you talking about!”
“Come now. You were a part of this whole diversion. You were just playing along!”
“Playing along? Loki, you came inside me!”
He was getting a little miffed. He had recognized her. When she followed him to his tower, he knew their game was on. But what if she did not know who she was? It occurred to Loki, by the distressed look on her face, that she might have no idea.
Was she the one truly under a spell? She spoke of needing a cure but didn’t say it was possibly for herself.
“Dear, please calm down. I can conjure a contraceptive potion if you do not wish to have my child finally and for this mistaken identity or amnesia situation. Pet, I think you might not know who you truly are.”
“Loki, finally have your child? We only just met.” Tears were streaming down your face.
“If it was only that simple,” Loki mused.
With a wave of his hand, he produced a large book, which must have been over a thousand pages. He thumbed through each chapter carefully while simultaneously producing a tissue for your nose.
“Ah, here.” He placed the book in your lap and pointed with his long finger at a portrait on the left page.
“See, it’s you pet.”
You wiped your eyes and scrutinized the book before looking back at Loki.
“Loki am I this Valkyrie?” your voice so shaky you could barely speak, your eyes transfixed on the image before you.
“Yes, you are none other than Brynhildr.”
Thankfully, you read the accompanying text, which happened to be in English and not Old Norse.
“It says my love was Sigurd, not you, Loki.”
“The texts were all Christianized,” Loki scoffed.
“My dear, you had many lovers. The early Christians would have tossed themselves into the fire if they had even penned half the truth of how we were back then.”
“I’m sorry you don’t remember how this happened, and I am sorrier, I don’t remember either, dove. I lost track of you. You are back, though. That much is clear.”
You closed the book with a hard slam and looked at Loki. Some part of you remembered the familiar mischief. Some part of you knew he’d tricked you before, possibly endless times.
Something was just at the cusp of your memory but was unreachable. You felt your back, perhaps for the phantom wings that should be there or once were. You looked up at Loki, still crying, eyes wide with wonder and confusion.
In between your sobs, you said quietly, “Loki, what do we do now?”
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Hiii! I love love loveee your "the Sea Calls" series, and I was just wondering if you could do Hiccup x fem reader where the reader is like Maleficent? Like, Angelina Jolie Maleficent? She's got the same personality as Maleficent, except like, in the MCU you have Hela, right? Like, instead of Hela, it's Mal-reader, but she's not power hungry, so she isn't banished, and is the heir to Asgard and Goddess of Magic? And like, she has her wings, and, while she loves Asgard dearly, she loves flying above Earth (the Moor specifically, where she stays in as much as Asgard) and the fairies tell her about Hiccup, and a couple of weeks later, just as she's about to visit him because of her curiosity, but Hiccup gets to the Moore while trying to discover more dragons (pre-HTTYD 2), and he's awed by the place, and even more awed by her? and Toothless bounds over to her because she has *wings* and *magic*
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You manage to last about a week at Asgard before you know that you have to leave.
It’s not that you mind the golden palaces, nor the many gods that fill its halls. Far from it, actually- the Asgardians are the last line of people who actually understand you, who are cut from the very same unnatural cloth as you. They are the only people who could possibly understand half the things going through your head.
They are also, admittedly, rather terrible company. The gods have had centuries to partake in small, petty arguments with everyone here; they cut off other immortals one by one until they realize that they have no one left, and even the longest lasting peninsulas have become islands. They make up with everyone, and millennia later, they’ll do it all over again, rejoining old alliances just to break them over petty squabbles.
Right now, you’re briskly departing one of many in a long line of festivals, all put on to celebrate one of Thor’s latest achievements in ridding the worlds of another ungodly beast, or perhaps just engaging in enough bloodlust to target the envy of any other Asgardian. Celebrations like these can last for months, but you don’t know that you can stand the posturing and posing long enough to survive the entirety of it.
From your vantage point, slipping down amongst the stands of trees, you can just make out the forms of Odin’s sons, engaged in various methods of conversation. Thor is boasting loudly to any who will listen about how close he came to risking his neck, how tough the fight became, how deeply the blood of his foes watered the soil.
Loki, on the other hand, seems to be the polar opposite. He wends his way through groups of gods, casually mentioning how he swore one of Thor’s latest acquisitions actually came from Tyr, not him, or how much the golden prince’s stories have changed over the course of several evenings. You can practically imagine a forked tongue slipping out over his lips, dropping poison in the ears of those who believe him.
The palaces are beautiful, and you say a fond farewell as you flee their borders, but you cannot say that you are not grateful to go. Asgard is your rightful home, yes, but there is another place that calls your name even more. That is where you must go, now that you’ve successfully freed yourself from the bonds of polite conversation.
It takes some time to find the Moor, even as its guardian. Presently, you discover yourself on the outskirts of a wild forest, its sturdy branches weaving a net to keep out intruders. The tree limbs part when you bid them move, however, and soon enough you’re passing by the natural barricades and into the place itself.
How can one describe the Moor? You could start, perhaps, by rendering it indescribable. As the native goddess of magic, you’ve poured your finest spells into the place, making the roots firm and skies crystalline. It is a garden, a utopia, a paradise few other than you have ever claimed to see. It is home.
Soft wildflowers disappear beneath your feet, melding with the tufts of spring grass to form a pleasant carpet. A line of trees cross your path, branches so laden with fruit that they dip almost to waist height. You pluck one from a flowered bough as you go; no mortal fruit grows in this place, and the sweet tang of your chosen sustenance certainly proves that point.
A gurgling brook splashes by your ankles, the water tall enough to reach your knees, if you dared step inside. It courses through the Moor, as clear as glass, and far more pure than even the proudest church’s holy water.
You could gladly wander this place for days on end, and indeed you have many times before, but you are tired from the past week, so you look instead for a place to rest.
After a while, you find such a place. There’s a hollow on a bank of flowers, under the protective shade of an oak. The grass is warm and dry, and the wild herbs you’ve planted curl protectively towards you when you lie down. A faint breeze caresses your face, and before you know it, you’re fast asleep.
You wake well-rested and well-prepared to face the oncoming day. You take a leisurely pace around the barriers of the Moor, just checking that all seems to be in order. At last, you feel secure in your garden home, and take a seat on a grassy knell to practice a couple spells.
You’ve only been at your task for a few minutes, though, before you start to sense something. The wild rushes bend over with the weight of this whisper, the stones kick up dust from where it flies above them, the flowers bend their petal-soft heads to avoid the blow of it. Someone is coming. Someone is here.
You can hear it too, now. There’s a crunching of feet against dried grass, a murmur of hands against bark. You are no longer alone here, but you don’t know how. No one should be able to pass through the gates of your Eden without your permission, or have some way of breaking the spells. You can tell that the integrity of your protective enchantments is still intact, yet the intruder is here, and in fact, drawing closer.
Soon enough, a figure bursts into your clearing, charging towards you in a shower of tossed dandelion heads and uprooted grass stems. You startle, but remain seated when you realize that this figure is not a warrior, nor an enemy, but a dragon.
The dragon gambols towards you, sparing a few moments to appreciate a cloud of errant flower fairies who scatter at his arrival. The dragon is also followed in by a young man, one clad in dark leather armor who looks immediately chagrined at the fact that his dragon is disturbing you.
Then the young man really looks at you, realizing that something isn’t quite right. In all fairness, you do make quite the sight. You, half-draped in residual magic from your spells, one hand on his dragon’s head, alone in this garden and away from all of the mortal lands.
The young man swallows hard. “Uh, sorry about the dragon. He gets over excited sometimes.”
This last bit inflects his tone with chastisement, as if he fully expects the dragon to understand what he’s saying and respond in turn. It actually somewhat works, too, and the dragon sadly tilts his head towards the ground in remonstration.
You can’t help a grin. “It’s no problem at all. I would like to know, however, how you were able to enter the Moor. I did not let you in, yet you are here.”
The young man scratches the back of his neck awkwardly. “Right. I’m Hiccup, this is Toothless, and we stumbled here through a portal. We’re trying to find more dragons, you know.”
You nod solemnly. “As one does.”
Hiccup squints at you, as if he’s trying to tell whether or not you’re making fun of him. You’re fairly sure that you are, and he evidently concludes the same.
“So, do you have dragons? All I’m really seeing are dryads and the occasional water nymph.”
You gesture towards a path leading away deeper into the forest. You happen to know that it will cross rocky glens and empty hollows until culminating in a dark chain of caves. The caverns house crystals and gems so fantastic that a single one could purchase an entire kingdom. In addition, they also are home to scores of dragons, many of them older than the earth itself.
Any mortal should be called to follow the path, either for personal gain or glory. Hiccup’s head turns towards its mouth, and he considers it, but he glances back at you just as quickly.
“Actually, I think I’ll wait on that.”
You look at him curiously. “Don’t you want to get your dragons? I’ve never met a mortal who’d wait on achieving his grand dreams of glory.”
Hiccup grins. “Well, you’ve met one now. I happen to like talking to people, and my grand dreams of glory aren’t all that important. I doubt all the dragons are going to get up and fly away in the ten minutes I spend getting to know you.”
You decide that you like this boy, with his genuine eagerness. He outpaces the other Asgardians with ease.
“Well then, Hiccup, what do you want to talk about? Secrets of the universe? Impossibilities that have yet to be discovered?”
Hiccup takes a seat on a low, flat rock a few paces away from you. “I’m going to start with your name. I’d like to know that.”
“Y/N,” you offer, “Y/N L/N. Will that be all?”
Hiccup pretends to think this through. “Not in the slightest. Why is it that Y/N L/N and Y/N L/N alone would be in a place such as this? Surely more people would have found it by now.”
You shrug. “The Moor is difficult to find without purpose. You cannot make your way inside unless you have permission, or you cheat by following a portal.”
Hiccup laughs shamelessly. “I’m beginning to think that you might not approve of my being here.”
You feel a sudden rush to correct his opinion of you, and although you’re not sure why, it seems as important as any Asgardian business.
“I do approve of you being here, I’m just surprised, that’s all. I’m not usually in the habit of speaking to strangers.”
Hiccup leans forward, a knowing gleam in his eye. “I’m glad that I’m the exception.”
You nod. “As am I.”
This seems to please him, as the corners of his mouth twist up in a surprised smile. “I didn’t know goddesses complimented humans. I thought most of them just ignored us.”
You lift a shoulder. “I suppose that makes me an exception as well.”
Hiccup considers this, then stands and extends a hand to you. “I don’t know my way around this place as well as you do. Would you be available to help me find my way?”
You stare at him a moment, then smile and take his hand, rising to your feet. “I’d like nothing more.”
Hiccup allows himself to hesitate here for a moment, his hand wrapped around yours and your bodies just a hair closer than most would deem proper, then releases you. You miss his touch the second it is gone, but you don’t have time to contemplate what this all means, because he’s already striding away from you and into the undergrowth.
Hiccup turns back briefly, as if he can sense that you are still frozen in place.
“Well?” He asks. “Are we to go or not?”
At last, you allow yourself to smile and begin your own journey. “I think we will. Let’s go find some dragons.”
The sun is shining blithely on the two of you, the path to certain adventure lies ahead, and you have a charming boy at your side. Life has never seemed so sweet.
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Bittersweet Blood
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What if Loki was Sally Jackson? Thus, Percy is born a half-blood of two gods from differing patheons. It's time Loki and Percy took the Marvel Universe by storm.
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Chapter 2, Part 5: The Sea Protects
Triton looked deep in thought as he calmed down and finally looked up, “I don’t think the child needs to forgo their Norse heritage. The Greek and Norse worlds are vastly different, and knowing about the Norse side of things shouldn’t increase the child’s danger like it will if they know about the Greek side. Because even Greek gods' scent increases with their awareness, and there are plenty of monsters and gods who would take advantage of a young god.”
Triton adds, “In fact it would probably be more beneficial for the child to know about their Norse side sooner, so they can practice their powers and will be more than prepared to fight monsters and survive. Of course, only when they are old enough to properly handle a weapon.”
Loki smiles in awe. He wants his child to know their Norse heritage, for it to not just be some dirty secret. Loki is glad. It feels much better to just hide parts of his child’s heritage, not forever, just until they can learn to properly defend themselves, and later to learn their Greek heritage when it’s time to tell them when it’s time to accept their destiny.
Poseidon grins widely, “And that means I can still train our child how to use a trident and how to command the ocean and strategize. I’ll just have to pretend to be an Asgardian.”
‘That I can still be in their life.’ went unsaid, but Loki and Amphitrite heard it loud and clear.
“How will we explain our names, though, and powers? We can’t even risk any hint of Greek into the child’s life to keep them the safest? And will the child live on the surface?” Triton asks.
“Well, I think that would be for the best. I do quite want to continue living on the surface even if it is lovely down here.” Loki responds.
Loki continues, “Also, I am very familiar with changing names and appearance. In fact I have a current mortal identity known as Sally Jackson, and she, I, am quite proud of how well I was able to adjust to Mid-” Loki cuts himself on, remembering what Poseidon said about calling Earth Midgard, and clears his throat, “Human culture.”
Then, Loki’s face goes white. He just admitted that he was female sometimes, and oh Norns, would they be disgusted with him?
Except all he sees when he looks toward Amphitrite and Triton all he sees is interest, and is that adoration from Amphitrite.
Loki shakes his head, he knew he was overthinking, but still that fear of being judged doesn’t just go away. Even when he’s been accepted and supported by Poseidon and his friend Malia. It’s still hard to tell others and not assume the worst.
“Hmm, can you help us with that dear?” Amphitrite asks sweetly, her voice like honey.
Loki nods his head eagerly and confesses, “Sure, though the most important thing is to find appearances and names that you are comfortable with and connect to, especially if you’ll be using them for an unknown time. For instance, though I picked the name Sally and later the mortal last name Jackson on a whim, I connect with the name, and Sally is who I am when I’m female. Though I did recently add the middle name Sylvie, since she was the first name I chose when I was younger, and I still wanted her to be part of my name.”
Loki looks away, embarrassed and still a little scared.
But Amphitrite grabs Loki’s hand and smiles, “That sounds lovely dear, and I would love to see her sometime.”
Loki smiles back, ‘see her’, not ‘meet her’. Amphitrite distinguished that Loki was still the same person as Sally, but just female.
“Alright! We’ll have to talk some more later. It’s getting quite late, and I’m sure Loki wants to go to sleep in his own bed.” Poseidon states.
And wow, Loki is feeling quite tired now that he thinks about it, and nods in agreement.
Before they turn to leave, Amphitrite grabs Loki’s hand and asks, “Can I hug you?”
Loki looks bewildered, “Yes, but why?”
Amphitrite gently hugs Loki, her large mer body dwarfing Loki’s small frame, but it felt so nice and comforting.
“I just thought you needed one.” Amphitrite answers.
“Thanks.” Loki whispers to her.
“Goodbye Amphitrite and Triton, it was wonderful meeting you too, and we’ll meet again sometime soon.” Loki waves to his new friends? Family? Family, Loki decides.
“Goodbye my Βασίλισσα (“Queen”), and πολύτιμος γιος (“precious son”), I’ll see you again soon.” Poseidon tells his family.
“Goodbye father, and goodbye Loki.” Triton says, his face, bright gold in embarrassment.
“Goodbye my love, and make sure to keep Loki safe.” Amphitrite warns. “And see you soon υπέροχο σμαράγδι (“lovely emerald”).” Amphitrite whispers just to Loki.
Loki's face heats up bright red, and Amphitrite just grins sharply back.
Then, Loki grabs Poseidon’s hand, and he flashes them into Loki’s cabin.
Loki smiles, glad to be around back home. Home, huh, that feels right. And not too long afterward makes his way to bed, and drags Poseidon along and whispers in his ear, “Thank you for everything.”
“Of course my love.” Poseidon whispers back, just before the curtains of night fall upon Loki and he falls asleep.
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And that's the end of chapter 2! Hope you all enjoyed this fic and crossover. The rest will be posted on ao3 eventually.
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Around the Realms in 80 days - Chapter 19
Pairing: Reader x Loki
Story summary: You have fallen through a portal during the convergence into Asgard and come face to face with Thor, and his brother Loki. With no way to return, you must travel with the two men and their hoard of asgardian soldiers to get back home. Things get from bad to worse when you have to share a tent with the god of mischief himself.
Notes: 'Ey up! Phew, this chapter felt strangely frustrating to write at times, it wasn't always doing what I wanted it to do! I know I promised the fire realm this chapter but the words sort of wanted to do their own thing instead! Also a lot of this is not proof read (very sorry for some inevitable grammar and spelling errors). Am I posting this now instead of waiting so I can claim I actually uploaded this month? Yes? Anyway I hope you enjoy the next chapter!
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“Okay guys, get into your positions we’re going to have a practice of the elbow grip…”
You groaned inwardly, hating every second of your current predicament. 
T minus 1 day until your trip to the fire-realm, and Stark had decided to shove you into a corporate self-defence class to probably make himself feel better about sending you to your doom the very next day. 
Unfortunately, the rest of the avengers were not around today, out and about doing what you could only assume was top secret avenger business.
Which meant, of course, that no one was available to babysit Loki, so, in a classic move that completely coincided with your luck so far, Loki was joining you on the self-defence course. 
To be fair, Loki seemed to be enjoying this even less than you did, mumbling every so often under his breath about “idiotic mortals” and sending deathly looks at poor old Darren doing the training. 
Darren, in his defence, was a pretty formidable guy. You don’t get to be security for Stark for nothing mind you, but you doubted he had ever had to face an extremely pissed off Asgardian warrior god with a hatred for humans who would rather be doing literally anything else than a self-defence class. 
It was pretty demeaning, which is probably why Stark had rubbed his hands with glee like a cartoon villain when he had told Loki he was going to have to spend the best part of his day doing this. 
Loki had argued that he could just stay in his room or do some training of his own, but Stark insisted that because no one was around to check he wasn’t “coming up with a nefarious plan to take over the world” every now and then, he had to stay under your watchful eye. Loki had then glared at you like this was your fault, and had been in a foul mood all day.
While Loki sulked next to you and passed the odd comment about Darren’s defence methods, you were talking vigilant notes. If you had any hope in literal hell that you were going to survive this, it was better to follow Darrens suggestions. Lest you have another troll incident which you hoped to avoid at all costs. 
The rest of your group split up into twos to practice some of Darrens moves.
You got up and stretched.
“Okay, stand up.” 
“No.”
You had expected this response, but is still made you roll your eyes.  He continued to sprawl across the plastic chair, legs wide open and eyes dark as he stared at you, irritated and bored. 
“Come on, I want to practice on you.”
“You can’t give me commands, little mortal.” He leaned forward and narrowed his eyes. An intimidating look for someone who didn’t know him. 
You narrowed your eyes back as you stared down at him.
“Have you finished threatening me? I really want to practice and no one else will partner with you. Believe me, I asked.” You mumbled the last bit under your breath. 
“This is pointless.” He said, for the 18th time that morning.
“For you maybe!” You spoke as loud as you could without attracting too much attention from the rest of the group.
“For me though, this could be a matter of life and death! It’s okay for you lot, you’re all trained in this sort of shit! The most combat training I’ve had is fighting people off for the last profiteroles at the buffet table on New Years Eve!” 
“You do jabber on about such tosh.” 
You ignored him and continued, 
“I could literally die in the next few days Loki. And you’re not even going to give me this chance to at least try and learn some simple manoeuvres that could help me?” You sounded dangerously close to whiney. 
“Norns above, stop screeching.”  He sighed and, to your surprise, stood up. 
 “I could teach you far greater techniques than these to maim an opponent.”
“Well I haven’t got time to learn about taking over a planet today. Let’s just learn some of these helpful grips.” 
You took your placements in front of each other. God he was tall. You suddenly felt a bit nervous standing like this in front of each other. He was also looking at you rather menacingly which wasn’t helping. 
“Stop looking at me like that.”
“Like what?”
“Like…you’re about to kill me.”
“Ah, if that were only possible.” He grinned at you.
You glared at him, unamused. 
“If someone is going to attack you they’re not going to be smiling and joyful.” 
“Well…okay, fine. Just…okay.” 
You looked at him, nervously.
“Are you going to get on with this?” He asked, exasperated. 
“Okay, I’m going to grab you by the elbow now.”
“Don’t announce to your assailant what you are going to do.”
‘I know that, I’m just warning you so you don’t freak out on me.”
You tried to picture in your mind what Darren had been telling you about the grips. If you hold onto someone between the elbow and bicep it’s going to be harder for them to swing at you. Bonus points if you could do it from a “four o’clock position” where they would have to twist in order to get you, giving you a couple of seconds to get away.
You stepped forward to grab ahold of just above his elbows, eyeing him suspiciously and not trusting he wouldn’t fight you back. 
“Well?” He raised an eyebrow.
You placed your hands tentatively on his (rather large) biceps and had to fight the embarrassing temptation not to squeeze them just to feel them under your hands. 
You cleared your throat and practiced the restraint. 
“Okay!” You smiled happily, getting a feel for how to do a simple restraint should it be needed. “Now let’s practice the other grips. You grip my wrists and i’ll get out of it.”  
He rolled his eyes but did what you suggested and took ahold of your wrists.  
When you realised you were basically holding hands with Loki of Asgard, your brain malfunctioned slightly. A sudden dizziness came over you and you felt like giggling like a school girl. Trying desperately not to concentrate on how his cool, slender fingers felt around your wrist you instead tried to focus on remembering how to get out of his hold. 
Unfortunately, the ridiculousness of the situation was taking ahold of you and you were feeling ready to give in to the fit of giggles threatening to overtake you. 
Loki frowned at you. 
“What has overcome you, girl?” 
“Nothing.” You cleared your throat and attempted to act like a serious person.  
You practiced swinging your arms back and twisting them, forcing him to let go of his grip on you. 
“That works!”  You looked up at him and smiled. 
For a brief second, you thought you saw Loki’s stern features soften slightly when you did so, but perhaps you imagined it. 
“I feel like you’re not gripping very hard.” You frowned. “Can you take a firmer gasp of my arm please?” 
Loki tutted, “If I take too strong of a hold, I’ll break your arm you silly chit.” 
“Well okay, don’t do that. Just make it a bit of a challenge for me so that it will be more realistic to when I face the enemies.” 
In a rare moment, Loki actually used your name “You’re not going to be going in and picking a fight with the fire demons.” His face twisted into a smile and you guessed he was imagining that scenario.
“That didn’t stop me from nearly ending up as a light snack for a troll last time.” 
“Look, I- Thor and the others will make sure you are unharmed. Just do what you do best, be observant and pick up on things the rest of them seem to miss about what is going on. There should hopefully be no need for you to engage in any combat.”
“Well I…” You shifted uncomfortably at his surprisingly kind words “I… could engage in combat if I wanted to.” You shot him a glare at the (correct) insinuation. 
“And a fierce warrior you would be, but the best form of defence is to not be in a compromising situation in the first place. Always take an opportunity to leave or hide, despite what idiots such as my brother may say, there is no honour in running headfirst in a battle you are going to loose if you have a chance to get away.”
You mulled on his words. Perhaps running away and hiding sounded much more your style anyway. 
Darren called everyone to listen again. He started talking about a more complex manoeuvre, how to get out if someone strangles you from behind. He demonstrated on a poor volunteer, showing how to pull their arms down, drop their weight and unravel themselves of the hold. 
Oh god, being held in a chokehold by the god of mischief felt a lot scarier than just getting out of grips. You gave a side glance to see how Loki was taking the news. His face gave nothing away. 
You couldn’t decide if he was going to relish the opportunity to strangle you or if he was going to be grossed out by being that close to you. Darren got you back into two’s to practice the move. 
“Okay listen, can you like be nice please? When you’re doing this?” 
Loki gave you a blank look.  
“Like when you, you know, strangle me, can you not actually strangle me please.”
Loki smirked and cocked an eyebrow salaciously.  
“Oh? You’d like that wouldn’t you?”
Embarrassingly, you felt your face heat up.
“N…no” You spluttered. “Stop being a perv and choke me.” 
“Never thought I’d hear you utter those words to me little mortal.” He continued to grin in an annoying way and got into position, wrapping his arm around your throat suspiciously quickly.
“Ugh. I think I prefer you threatening to kill me than flirting with me.” You lied out loud, hiding the strange feeling in your stomach that had started to arise. 
What was that feeling? 
Definitely not the time to be exploring it, so you pushed it deep down. 
You pushed his arm down from your neck, pushed your weight down slightly to try and put him off balance and span out of the hold quickly. The manoeuvre worked, you were able to spin out, but you doubted it would be that easy against an opponent who was actually trying to murder you. 
“Not bad.” Loki stated. 
You narrowed your eyes at him, “you’re being soft on me, which I know is what I asked you to do. I just feel like, in reality I’m not going to have a chance.” You said, sadly. 
“Absolutely not. Loki of Asgard is never soft.” He said, rigidly. 
“Did you just refer to yourself in the 3rd person?” You snorted. 
Before he had time to reply, Darren had called you back in. He demonstrated a few other techniques such as what to do if someone grabs your hair (lean into them rather than pulling away from them) or bites you (lean in and try and activate their gag reflex by pushing their face to your arm) but for obvious reasons you didn’t try and practice those with your partner. 
By the time the training was over, it was nearly dinner time and your stomach was starting to squeeze as the evening drew in; knowing that it wouldn’t be long until you were on your way to fire realm. 
As you made your way to the kitchen with Loki, he seemed to notice you were feeling worried. 
“Come, let us eat a hearty meal and get a good nights sleep to prepare for tomorrow. You have faced new ventures in the past and have always ended up fine. This is nothing that you haven’t already come across.”
You tried to shake yourself out of your slump.
“This is true. Nothing could be worse than coming across you.” You gave him a light, friendly bump to the arm as you walked next to him. 
Loki looked down at his arm and then you, giving you a strange look. By his stiff reaction, it seemed he was not used to playful shoves. Maybe that was an earth thing, you mused. 
“No, probably not.” He agreed with you, slowly. 
There was an awkward pause, and before you could open your mouth to explain you were bantering with him, Loki said, “excuse me.” And walked off in the other direction. 
“I was joking!” You called after him, but he didn’t look back.
“Bloody sensitive gods.” You muttered, making a mental note to remember that Loki might not always understand earth humour. 
Taking a deep breath, you headed to the kitchen alone. 
                                                                    ***
You stood at the strange, raised pattern on the ground where you had been thrown out when you had arrived back on earth through the Bifrost.  
The plan was to go back to Agard very briefly to meet the Asgardians joining you on your trip and then travel to the fire realm one one of their crafts. The Avengers were staying back, and continuing to look into the wormhole openings across Earth. You were pretty sure Natasha was on her way to Havana right now, while you prepared yourself to go to hell. 
Some people have all the luck. 
“Ready Latte?” Thor gave you a friendly clap on the shoulder that nearly bowled you over.
“Ready as I’ll ever be I suppose.” You sighed. 
Your phone buzzed in your pocket and you stole a quick glance. 
    Oliver: Hope your trip goes okay! Make sure you come back alive so we can check out more of New Yorks art ;) 
You smiled in spite of yourself and quickly formulated a response. 
   You: Wow, maybe now i’ll reconsider my decision to move in with the fire demons. 
You briefly caught Loki looking at you as you looked up from your phone and gave him a small smile which he barely returned. Since the incident after the course yesterday, you hadn’t spoke to him much; that evening he came in very late and then was up early again before you had chance to speak to him properly. What irritated you was that when he did speak, he was eerily polite but brief. He seemed distant somehow, and you were starting to think you preferred an outwardly annoyed Loki to a quiet and detached one. 
You looked up at Thor.
“So when are we setting off?” 
“Momentarily, just waiting for Stark to activate the - “
As he spoke, the pattern started admitting a blue glow, shooting straight up into the atmosphere. 
“Is this any good for the Earths ozone layer?” You asked, watching the tube of light hesitantly, knowing you were going to have to step into it and deal with the sea-sickness that accompanied travelling like that.
“Here we go!” Thor made like he was about to push you in again.
“Ah! Not this time, I’m going to enter it myself.” 
Thor chucked “As you wish my lady” and he stepped into the light. 
You thought you might be able to see him travel up the light, like being sucked up pneumatic tube, but in less than a blink of an eye he was gone. 
“You go next, I’ll follow you in.” Loki nodded at you.
“Okay.” You breathed. You closed your eyes and took a deep breath and stepped into the tunnel. 
It was just as awful as you remembered it to be, although this time you were prepared at least. You kept your eyes shut and concentrated not not being sick as you flew through the vortex. 
After what felt like a lot longer than it actually was, you arrived into Heimdall’s keep. Loki was quick to follow in behind you, but you didn’t pay too much attention, placing your hands on your knees and taking some deep breaths. 
“Does that ever get easier?” You choked. 
“Welcome back.” A deep voice spoke in front of you. 
You realised you were staring at a pair of brown boots, standing either side of a large silver point of a sword. You let your eyes draw up slowly as you stood to your height, following the ornate armour up to the golden eyes of the gatekeeper. 
You eyeballed him a little suspiciously, having never really felt you could trust the all seeing God ever since he seemed to refuse to come and pick you up and take you home when you first arrived. 
If you thought about it, really this whole thing was his fault, and you nearly opened your mouth to tell him so when - 
“Latte!” A joyful voice sounded from the entrance. 
“Fandral, Volstagg!” You grinned, happy to see your Asgardian pals.
You quickly walked towards them and Volstagg brought you into a bear hug that nearly squeezed the wind out of you, resulting in a very strange and unintentional yelp on your behalf.
Jesus, you had forgotten how accidentally rough the Asgardians could be.
Loki’s voice cut across the room. 
“Volstagg, you forget your strength, you are going to kill the mortal before we even arrive in Muspelhein.” 
Oh we’re back to “the mortal” are we? 
You turned to him, as he scowled at the scene before him. 
Loki did talk to you that night on the balcony about how being in Asgard was pretty difficult for him and he high key hated being there a lot of the time. All of three minuets had you been back in the realm and he was already resorting to his old tendencies. 
“Loki. Don’t you have somewhere else to be?” Fandral quipped. 
“Does he have to come along with us? Surely we’d be more effective without him.” Volstagg asked Thor.
You still felt kind of bad from touching a nerve yesterday, and you knew that being here probably sucked even more for him than it did for you. You considered sticking up for him but thought that it would piss him off more if a lowly mortal jumped to his defence, and might actually embarrass the guy. 
And there’s only so much sympathy you can harbour for someone who just called you “the mortal.” 
Loki rolled his eyes “Oh? You seem to be forgetting the countless times I saved you miserable cretins from certain death, usually by your own idiotic fault because you are all too impertinent to actually think about the danger of situations before you leap head first into them.” 
Before one of them could reply, Thor attempted to placate the situation.
“My friends, let us not forget Loki’s great wit which has helped us through many a battle. We are going to need all the brains we can to deal with Surtur.” Thors stated, grimly.  “Come, let’s not waste anymore time, we shouldn’t stay for too long lest face the wrath of my fathers temper.”  
Thor ushered you out onto rainbow road, but not before you snuck another glance at Heimdall who, disconcertingly, was looking at you back. 
“Ah!” Thor blocked your view of the Golden-eyed God and you looked round to see what he was exclaiming at. 
There were some horses waiting for your party, you assumed they were there to take you to the docks where you would then fly to the fire realm. 
“Can we Bifrost our way to the fire realm?” You asked. 
Fandral laughed uncertainly, “I have never heard the Bifrost be used as a verb.” 
You stared at him blankly. 
“But in any case, it is considered rude to blast our way into another realm, people tend not to take, er, too kindly to us showing up like that unannounced.”
“Not that that’s ever stoped us before.” Volstagg chortled. 
“Other realms have historically been rather touchy about Asgard having a way to travel through the realms so easily when they do not. It’s more polite to arrive through the proper way.” 
You supposed that made sense, it would be kind of annoying seeing another realm flash it’s fancy cool technology you couldn’t use every time it showed up. Sort of like seeing your annoying cousin turn up in their new car every Christmas. 
“Let’s move hastily.” Thor reminded you all again. 
Looking up, you quickly realised you were reminded about having to face riding horses again. Not a feat you had taken quickly to last time. In fact, you were pretty confident your horse riding days were over. 
“I can just walk.” You suggested, pulling a face at the huge beast that stood in front of you. 
Had you ever really thought about how much bigger these horses were compared to the horses on Earth?
Thor laughed heartily as he pulled himself up onto the horse. 
“Don’t worry my lady, you can ride with me.” Fandral winked at you as he offered you his hand. “We can catch up on our way over.” 
Fandral had a way of making even the most innocent things sound dirty. It was also weirdly comforting to see he was still back on his flirting bullshit. 
“There will be no catching up.” Loki stated, apparently already on his horse as he rode over to be slightly closer to you.  “The girl can ride with me. I would not want to subject her to your frivolous ways so early in our escapade.”
You considered referring to Loki as “the boy” but thought better of it incase he got his horse to kick you clean off the rainbow bridge and straight into space. 
“I really could just walk.” You shuffled not wanting to embarrass yourself as you tried to get up.
“Nonsense.” 
Having gotten a little bit closer with Loki, and spending a lot of time bickering with him, often made you forget how strong he really was; that he really was an Asgardian God capable of things beyond your imagination. 
But times like this, when he reached down with one hand and pulled you up and in front of him on the horse, you remembered his true strength. 
“Holy shit.” You grabbed onto something to steady yourself after the ground had just disappeared from under your feet. 
Realising too late you had, in fact, grabbed onto Loki’s knees, you let go as if you had dropped a hot potato. 
Loki snorted under his breath at you. 
“Shut up, you know I hate it when you do things like that.” You muttered back.
It felt strange, sitting like this on a horse with Loki again. As your party rode up to the top of the rainbow bridge (far, far faster than you would have liked) you realised you were rather happy you were riding with Loki, rather than Fandral. 
An odd change, given that the last time you were here and had to share a horse with the god behind you, you would rather have been literally anywhere else. You felt more relaxed this time, like you could even lean back against him. You didn’t though, of course. 
It didn’t take long to make your way up the bridge and towards the docks, where around 4 other Asgardian soldiers where there to greet you. You recognised the lady, the one that had come in and shouted at Loki for cutting her hair off once.
“Are we a bit thin on numbers?” You asked Loki behind you.
“Best not to go into Muspelhein with too many people, they will think we are coming to attack.”
“Sif! Hogun!” Thor jumped down from his horse in a very cool, swift movement that would have inevitable ended with you falling on your face if you attempted it. 
“We should leave.” The man Thor had identified has Hogun spoke. 
Loki leapt down from behind you as you started at the floor, looking forward to your descent even less than getting on the bloody thing.
 “Need some help?’ Loki shot you a shit-eating grin. 
You glared at him but nodded. 
He gave you a hand to help yourself down, which was quite a considerable jump.
“Very gallant of you.” You snarked. 
“I’m always gallant.” 
“I see why they call you the God of lies.”
Loki chucked lightly and you felt your heart soar. This was the friendliest he had been all day.
Mortified at the feeling you quickly distracted yourself by looking at your new method of transport, a sort of space-ship thing.
Without having much to go on with your limited experience of spaceships, this one seemed fairly small, and from what you could see if the inside, probably wouldn’t fit any more people than you had in your party, which was just as well. It was a silver/gray on the outside, and had some steps leading up to the seating area inside and you could just make out what you presumed to be the control area at the front. 
You followed Thor onto the ship and instantly felt drawn to the large glass front of the space craft, allowing you to see out into the space in front of you. 
“This is so…strange, it’s like I’m playing an arcade game or something.” You spoke out loud to yourself.
You blinked heavily a couple of times, as if you were trying to orient yourself to the surrealism of the current situation. Without thinking you looked around to remark about how strange this all was, before remembering that this was completely normal to your present company. A pang of loneliness hit you briefly, remembering how difficult it was to relate to most of the current people in your life. 
Sighing you took a place in the seating area of the ship, as Hogan stood at the controls. Once everyone was on, the steps rose back up into the ships floor and a metal sheath lowered to seal you in. 
Loki sat himself down next to you but you barley noticed, trying to take everything in. 
“Do you have the stone?” 
“Hm?” You didn’t comprehend his words. 
Loki tutted. “The stone I gave you, do you have it?”
“Uh, yeah.” You reached into your pocket and found it still sitting there. You pretty much always had it on you.
“Good.” Loki sighed, and sat back in his seat. 
You however, stayed on edge listening carefully to the clanking of metal as the ship started to set off. 
“Woah…” You whispered more to yourself, as you watched the stars pass by the window at the front of the ship. 
You stole a quick look at Loki next to you, and to your surprise you found him looking back at you, as if he had been watching you.
He blinked at you, rather ungracefully for Loki, and looked upwards.
You smirked to yourself, knowing that you had caught him out, but the satisfaction was only short lived as you took a deep breath, preparing yourself for the next part of your adventure. 
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Your Savior - Chapter 5
Summary: You get training from Black Widow....and you learn something surprising about yourself.
Warnings: Smut 18+
This is a repost because I can't find the original to update my master list (so sorry if you have already read this...but BRUSH UP...a new and likely final chapter coming later today or tomorrow!
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Never in all the years of your life, did you think you would be in a training room with none other than Black Widow. The training room in the Avenger’s Tower was empty, outside of you, Natasha, and Loki who brooded in the corner, keeping a watchful eye on you. You had to give Natasha credit, not only was she deadly, but she was an amazing teacher. There were whispers amongst the team about her brutality during her training sessions, but today with you, you saw someone who was patient, and efficient in her teaching techniques.
            But she was also relentless. With each failure, she would tell you to get back up and try again. Your body was still frail from the torture and starvation you endured, and you could feel the weakness in your bones midway through your training session. There was one defense move you were trying to get down, but you just weren’t getting it. The bear hug defense move. Everything she was teaching you was very basic, but you were struggling, and it was frustrating you beyond belief. Every time you tried to escape the petite assassin’s grasp, it reminded you of how weak you were. How helpless you felt in your cell.
            Tears started to well in your eyes as your heart hammered in your chest, giving way to a tidal wave of anxiety. Before the first pathetic hiccup left your lips, Loki was already up and making his way across the room to you.
            “That is enough, Romanoff. She’s done for the day.” He growled. He hated seeing you upset, and he was already struggling containing himself. Every time he saw you crash on the mat or struggle against Natasha’s hold had his blood boiling. Frankly, he didn’t even want you there. It was his job to protect you. If you had him, what else did you need? Yet, he remembered what Tony had said. That there would be times he wouldn’t be around to protect you due to his ‘obligations’ to the Avengers, just to stay out of Asgardian prison. The fact that his choices, the mind control he endured led him down a path where he couldn’t be with you or protect you, made him hate himself even more.
            “No, Loki. She’s fine.” Natasha had let go of you and turned you around to face her. Tears were brimming at the corner of your eyes, but thankfully they had yet to spill over. Though, that last thread of stubborn dignity was threatening to snap.
            “What happened to you was wrong. It was fucked up. But you are strong. You endured things that would either drive a person mad or kill you. But here you are. You survived. You may feel weak now, but that is why we are here. To help you get stronger, so you can protect yourself and never be a victim like that again.”
            You nodded silently, a lone tear now traveling down your cheek as you heard her tell you so many things you so desperately needed to hear.
            “Are you ready to start again?” The question was clear yet held no judgement. You studied her face, and you could tell that she would let you stop if you truly needed it. But, like every day you lived in that cell, you needed to carry on.
            “I’m ready.” You said with a watery smile. Now, you turned to Loki who was watching the whole exchange with tight lips and clenched fists. He desperately wanted to steal you away, but he was restraining himself for you, “I am okay, Loki. You can sit down.”
            Loki lingered for a moment, unsure if he was actually going to let you continue to get beat by Natasha. But eventually, he turned on his heel and resumed his position in the corner of the training room, arms crossed like a spoiled child. Out of the corner of your eye, you saw Natasha smirk.
            “He doesn’t listen to just anyone. I’m impressed.”
            You felt pride swell in your chest. The fact was that Loki cared about you and that is why he even entertained the thought of listening to a suggestion of a little mortal, but the fact that you had influence over a God gave you new confidence.
            Natasha squared up, ready to lunge at you again and you met her with an equally defensive stance. Your heart thudded wildly in your chest as you waited for her to strike and ultimately, she did with little warning. She charged at you and without a second thought, you lifted her up and flipped her over your head, tossing her across the training room and into the opposite wall. The wall that was an astounding fifty feet away from you.
            You and Loki stared at each other in shock before looking over to Natasha who was groaning and dragging herself up from the floor.
            “Thanks for the help, guys.” She said sarcastically, “What was that?!” She sauntered back over to you, rubbing the back of her neck that was strained from the impact.
            “I…I don’t know.” You looked down at your hands like they would unlock the explanation of what just happened, “Adrenaline?”
            She shook her head, “That wasn’t adrenaline. That reminded me of Cap. Maybe whatever they injected you with, had more of an effect than you thought.”
            You thought about it for a moment. It was possible. You had no idea what they were injecting you with. You just knew they were trying to replicate the super soldier serum and it would explain why they tried to kidnap you. Maybe you held some secret to their serum. The thought made you shudder.
            “Let’s try that again, but let’s go over to the punching bags, shall we?” Loki followed the two of you and watched with a careful, protective eye. The look on his face gave away the fact that he was just as curious as you were about what was going on.
            Natasha instructed you to hit the punching bag with all your might. You shifted your hips, getting in the perfect punching stance like Natasha taught you. Pulling your arm back, you flung your fist forward and as soon as it hit the bag, it exploded, and the remaining sand and fabric went flying.
            Natasha and you went into a fit of coughs as the billowing sand filled your lungs. You felt Loki pull you back into the fresh air of the training room.
            “I think that answers our question.” Natasha said in between coughs, “I think we should bring the rest of the team in here and try some more things.”
            “Haven’t you experimented enough, Romanoff?” Loki sneered, holding your back firmly against his chest, his arm around your waist. You sputtered out a few remaining coughs as your lungs cleared. Loki’s arm around your waist tightened a bit and you couldn’t help but smile. The protective side of him was a bit…. much, but a part of you loved it.
            “We need to see how far her powers go. We don’t need any surprises. It’s for her own safety.” Natasha’s reasoning seemed to resonate at least a little bit with Loki, and you admired her skills of getting what she wanted from people. She played him, and you’re glad she did. You, too, were curious.
            And that is how you found yourself on the track within the Tower next to Captain America. You fidgeted a bit next to the tall, muscular man. Steve was nothing but nice to you, but you could practically feel his strength radiating off him. You felt that next to Loki too, but his strength brought you ease, comfort. Everyone else made you feel intimated and weak.
            “On your mark, get set, GO!” Tony called out and you both took off running on the track. The race was no competition and Steve left you in his dust. He beat you so badly, you didn’t even bother finishing the lap. You just stopped. Your shoulders hung in shame as you struggled to catch your breath. No one in their right mind expected you to beat Captain America in a foot race, but part of you was hoping you would.
            Loki placed his hand on your shoulder, and you looked up at him. You didn’t even hear him come up.
            “Try again, Little Dove.”
            Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion, “What’s the point? I can’t beat him. I’m not fast like him.”
            “You couldn’t beat the Widow before either, but then you threw her across the room. I believe in you, Little Dove. Try again. You can do this.” He looked at you so intensely and with such devotion, that you believed him. You believed every word he said.
            So, both you and Steve made your way back to the starting line. You saw Loki out of the corner of your eye, smiling at you. Seeing him there made you feel both more confident, yet so very nervous. You didn’t want to disappoint him. Before you knew it, Tony had called the start of the race and Steve was already way ahead of you. Part of you wanted to just give up now, but Loki was watching. You had to at least try.
            You took off as fast as you could. The muscles in your legs were on fire as you propelled yourself forward. Much to your surprise, you started to catch up to the Captain. That fact alone fueled you with determination and fearlessness. You pushed yourself harder, so hard you thought your legs would trip underneath you, you were running so fast. It wasn’t until you reached the end of the lap that you realized you did what no one expected.
            You beat Captain America in a foot race.
            You wanted to cover your mouth in shock, but you were too busy wheezing and trying to catch your breath. Loki was at your side in an instant, offering you a bottle of water that you enthusiastically accepted and chugged down like it was your first drink in weeks.
            “Looks like we have another super soldier in the Tower.” Tony’s voice carried as he walked over to you and Loki. Steve had patted your back in congratulations, but you didn’t miss the look of confusion that was in his eyes.
            “Maybe.” You breathed, still trying to fill your lungs with sweet, sweet air.
            “There’s no ‘maybe’. Whatever they injected you with definitely gave you some abilities. At least strength and speed. Maybe soon, you will be a part of the team.” Tony grinned and you smirked back.
            “Yeah, maybe.”
            “She will NEVER join the Avengers.” Loki suddenly snarled, grabbing your arm and dragging you off the track. At this point, the rest of the team wasn’t even surprised. They knew there was no stopping Loki when it came to you. With your newfound strength, you resisted against him, but his Godly might was no match for your untrained abilities. He didn’t release you until you both were in the Tower’s elevator and after bashing a few buttons, you realized he was taking you back to your shared room.
            You huffed and crossed your arms, “You are absolutely ridiculous.”
            He whipped his head so fast to look at you, his eyes burning with anger, “I’m ridiculous?! I’m – I’m?!” He groaned, pinching the bridge of his nose, trying to stifle his rage. “You are ridiculous for even considering joining the Avenger’s!”
            The elevator dinged and he stormed out as soon as the doors opened, leaving you standing there. He vaguely gestured with his hands for you to ‘hurry up’ and you followed him out of the elevator and down the hallway. You had started to seethe with your own anger as soon as he grabbed you off the track. It was the first time you felt strong in weeks. Powerful, even. And he robbed you of that.
            The door flung open with a burst of Loki’s magic and quickly slammed behind you as you followed him into your shared space in the tower.
            “How can you do that, Loki?! I was feeling good! For once I didn’t feel like some weak, beaten shell of a person that has just been existing.”
            A look of realization washed over Loki. Again, he let his protectiveness get the best of him and hurt you. He walked over to you and wrapped his arms around you, pulling you close. Loki let out a thankful breath that you let him hold you, despite being upset with him. The strength of his arms always brought comfort to you, even when he was the cause of your discomfort. He held onto you like you were going to disappear.
            “I am so sorry, Little Dove. The thought of you being in harm’s way again made me panic. I never want you to be hurt, ever. I want to protect you from all the bad things, but it seems like I made a mess of that. I was the one to hurt you today, and I am sorry.” Tears were brimming in his eyes and even though you couldn’t see him with your head buried in his chest, the emotion and weight of his words carried in the tone of his voice.
            “I forgive you Loki and I know you care about me, and you feel obligated to me, but I am okay.”
            You felt him breathe out a heavy sigh on the top of your head. “It’s more than obligation. It’s more than me caring for you.”  
            Your heart started to hammer away in your chest. There was so much meaning behind what he said. Your mind was burning with curiosity, but your heart was quickly filling with fear. Curiosity won out.
            “What do you mean, Loki?”
            There was a beat of silence, a moment of stillness between the both of you as you simply held each other. You felt him stiffen under you and you didn’t dare look at him. Little did you know, Loki was thanking the Norns for that as he gathered the nerve to open his heart to you.
            “I love you, Little Dove. I think from the very first moment I laid eyes on you.” You didn’t know what to say as his words hung in the air around you, “You don’t have to say it back, ever. I am happy just loving you like this so don’t feel any pre-“
            “I love you too, Loki.” You cut him off and looked up at him. There were so many emotions swirling in his eyes. Love. Shock. Relief.
            Then his lips crashed on yours. For the first time and after so many close moments, you finally kissed, and you met his passion with equal fervor. Your tongue brushed against his lower lip, and he let it enter with no hesitation. Your tongues tangled with each other as your hands moved from his waist to around his neck. He grabbed the back of your thighs and with unspoken words, you jumped up and let him carry you to the bed you spent many nights sleeping and holding each other in.
            He placed you down gently on the cushy mattress, like you were a precious fragile work of art. You smirked up at him.
            “You know, I am not a fragile, precious thing like you thought anymore.”
            “You’re still precious and fragile to me.” He said to you, the truthfulness of his words reflecting in the cool, blue of his eyes. For a moment, you got lost in each other’s gaze, but it seemed too intense for the God as he retreated to lay wet kisses on your neck. You turned your neck to give him more access to the sensitive skin there. He nestled between your legs, and you felt his hardening bulge pressed firmly against your core. You felt him grind against you and you couldn’t help but moan at the sensation.
            “I love the sounds that you make,” He breathed, his voice huskier and dripping with pure sin. Loki made quick work of undressing you, slipping you out of your top and pants and tossing them haphazardly on the floor. You arched your back as you felt his trail of kisses make their way down your chest, taking time to suck and swirl his tongue around your nipples. He chuckled as you pressed your chest further into his mouth.
            “Eager are we?” You opened your mouth to say something back, but all that came out was a moan as you felt his hands slip under your panties and start rubbing your already aching bud. Your eyes closed as you fell into the sweet sensations that was Loki. He tugged your panties down your legs and a gasp left your lips as his mouth latched onto your heat. Your hands flew to his hair, and you couldn’t help but dig your fingers into his dark, curly locks and give it a little tug as the coil in your stomach started to build. Fresh wetness pooled between your legs as he gifted you with a deep moan of his own as he ate you out like a man starved. But this was no man.
            This was a God.
            Your hips started to grind against his eager mouth and another feral groan bubbled from your chest as you felt one of his long fingers enter you.
            “Mmm, so wet for me.” He groaned into your wet core. Loki quickly added another finger as the feelings started to become too much. It had been so long since you had been pleasured like this. Since your time in the cell, you didn’t even dare touch yourself. The feelings were too fresh, too raw. But with Loki, all you felt was him and the unbridled pleasure he was giving you. You felt safe.
            “Loki…I’m going to...” You couldn’t finish your sentence as you whimpered.
            “Cum for me. Let me taste you.” As soon as the words left his mouth, the coil in your belly snapped and you ground against his mouth as your orgasm consumed you. His free hand held your hips down when your body tried to retreat from the overwhelming sensations, but with careful licks, he helped you down from your high.
            Your eyes were still closed, panting from the intense orgasm and you didn’t notice Loki climbing back over you.
            “You’re so beautiful.” Your eyes shot open when you heard him. You saw him above you, his arms on either side of you. When did he undress? Your eyes racked over his form greedily. You had seen him without a shirt many times, but never fully naked. His hair was messy and hanging around his face like a black curtain. Your eyes trailed down further, down his chiseled chest and abdomen to the dark curls that was around his thick cock. For a minute, you wondered how it would fit, but your lust was ruling your mind now. You sure as hell would give it the good ol’ college try. When your eyes went back up this face, he gave you a knowing smirk. There was still a shimmer of your wetness on his face, and he was looking at you with love and lust. You could only imagine how fucked out you looked to him.
            “Are you ready for me, Little Dove.”
            “Please.” You said back, your words coming out whinier that you had intended. He leaned down and kissed you passionately. You tasted yourself on him and you groaned, lifting your hips to rut against his hard cock.
            He held your hips in one of his hands, lifting it easily off the bed and entered you slowly. You both breathed into each other, letting out moans at the feeling of your joining. Loki stilled for a moment, and you wrapped your arms around his back. You felt his muscles ripple under your hands as he fought the temptation to just pound and mercilessly claim you as he waited for you to adjust to him. He looked at you, looking for your confirmation and you nodded your head.
            Slowly, he started to move. The teasing drags of him inside of your walls was delicious and you groaned in his ear. You wrapped your legs around his waist and pushed him even deeper. Loki felt amazing, and you wanted more.
            “Oh, princess, you feel incredible. So tight.” He whined against your temple, pumping his cock into you. It was the first time he used that pet name for you, and it brought fresh wetness to your core. You knew Loki felt it as you heard him moan again and twitch inside of you.
            “Loki, harder, please. Fuck me. Make me yours.” That flipped a switch in the God as he started to slap his hips against yours, pulling his cock fully out of you only to slam it right back into your heat. All you could hear was the squelching from him entering your wetness and smacks of skin on skin.  You had asked him to claim you and claim you he will.
            “Cum for me, Princess. Cum on my cock. I need to feel you.” His hand snaked down between your body and started to rub against your already sensitive clit. After a few swipes, you felt your second orgasm take over your body as you shuddered underneath him. Loki soon followed, spilling into you.
            Both of your bodies stilled, now only panting while you came down from your highs. He looked at you, tears welling up in his eyes.
            “I love you so much, Princess.” He placed a fierce kiss on your temple, before peppering your face with more kisses. You couldn’t help but giggle, feeling high from your orgasms, but he quickly shut you up when he kissed you passionately on the mouth. He slipped out of you, and you whined at the loss and at the sensitivity. With a wave of his hand, he cleaned you both up and laid next to you. He pulled you close against his chest, and you snuggled in. The God squeezed you even tighter, like you would escape, and you smiled against his chest.
            “I am not going anywhere, Loki.” He sighed, a new heaviness in the air.
            “I just want you to be safe, Princess.” You grinned.
            “Princess, huh? You’re a prince, so does that mean you are planning on making an honest woman of me?” You tilted your head up at him as you wiggled your eyebrows. The truth was, your relationship was quite new and this connection you shared was still very confusing, but it felt right. The idea of marrying Loki wasn’t as terrifying as it probably should’ve been. It felt natural, like breathing.
            “Uh…well...” He puffed out a dry laugh, flustered and red at your question. But Loki was saved by the door, as you both heard a knock that got more and more frantic.
            Loki groaned and pulled himself from your sweet, warm embrace. He magicked some clothes on his body, which you couldn’t help but pout at. Opening the door, he was greeted by a wide-eyed Natasha.
            “We found another base. It’s real this time. We are meeting in the conference room right now. The plan is to leave in the morning.”
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Just got back! OMG I love these movies, Gunn you're awesome!!
Non-spoiler review: I loved it. Go see it. Bring tissues because you're gonna cry! There are 2 post-credit scenes.
Spoiler review ahead.
This is one of those movies that I enjoy because I hate spoilers. I spent the entire thing feeling anxious every time a battle erupted as I was sure some of them would die, so the fact that none of them did and they all survived in the end was an unexpected surprise (but a welcome one!). If I had known it wouldn't have been the same experience at all, but that's just me.
I love, adore and worship the ground Nebula walks on. I always loved her but in this movie she's absolutely perfect in every scene she's in. When she cries after hearing Rocket? Hell yeah, I cried with her. And that scene where they're seeing what they did to Rocket and she's looking straight at it... damn, that was tough. "What they did to him was worse than what Thanos did to me". Holy crap.
Nebula telling Drax that he wasn't born to be a Destroyer but a Dad... damn, that one hit hard, especially when it's Nebula the one telling him. Now I want him to act protective towards her. And my girl is ruling the city too! Val rules the Asgardians, Nebula rules those people... I have a (female) type, folks!
Also I love that Gunn keeps on throwing jabs at Thanos and how awful he was. Love him for that.
I really liked that Gamora is different and they let her stay that way. I was kinda worried they were gonna change her in the span of one movie back to who she used to be pre-EG so I'm glad they didn't. Oh and that chat she has with Peter about her being someone else and him having to move on... is it just me or there was a parallel there between Steve and Agent Brexit? Maybe it's just me but I will live my days happily enjoying my headcanon that that particular scene is a jab at EG's stupid ending.
Every flashback to Rocket's past was so damn painful to watch, good thing I brought tissues with me. Knowing they killed his friends right in front of him makes IW even worse, the guilt he must have felt... my poor little raccoon. Oh, and he said it himself! "Name's Rocket Raccoon". Hell yeah! And Lylla's quote "This whole story was yours and you didn't even know it" that's James Gunn stating the trilogy was Rocket's all along, loved that.
I also really liked that they showed Quill being an alcoholic and struggling to get it together... but the very second his team is in danger he's back just like that, in a split second he's trying to heal Rocket and flying the ship. I gotta say I really liked him, this is what character development looks like. You see how he was in GoTG and you see him now... he's so much better. Which is why I'm kinda worried that the credits say he's returning? Unless it's under Gunn's hand, I do not want him back.
Mantis was great, more outspoken this time than we've ever seen her before. I love that she keeps making men fall in love with Drax...
And the hallway fight? That was amazing! Oh, and the High Evolutionary? MILES better than HWR. That's how you introduce a new villain, develop him then kill him off at the end.
Adam was okay. So much for a warlock but the dude was pretty damn scary at the beginning of the movie. He then turned into comedic relief but still... he was okay.
If I have something negative to say though... the farewell came out of nowhere. I get they needed to disband because this is the last movie but I think it could have been written a bit better.
The ending... F+TM is my favourite band so to have the "Dog Days Are Over" song playing when all the team is dancing and having a great time was AMAZING.
I think I'm forgetting some things but that's it from the top of my head. I really liked the movie and I'm so watching it again soon.
Gunn, THANK YOU!
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